<?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-11266467</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:27:57.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>justt_piinkkk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-5786650575267294337</id><published>2008-07-03T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:33:11.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've moved! please get the new blog url from me personally. thanks! (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-5786650575267294337?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/5786650575267294337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/5786650575267294337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-moved-please-get-new-blog-url-from.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-8751990135547270848</id><published>2007-11-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T21:38:59.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont worry mum, i'll stand by you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-8751990135547270848?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/8751990135547270848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/8751990135547270848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-worry-mum-ill-stand-by-you.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-8761854254818759236</id><published>2007-06-29T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:34:07.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just wht will happen during these few days? i really dont knw. i dont even knw if it can reach 12mths. sick of feeling this pain already. i'm tired. i really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-8761854254818759236?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/8761854254818759236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/8761854254818759236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-wht-will-happen-during-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-6151568195830066223</id><published>2007-06-28T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:49:16.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its just a few days away to 12mths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought tht whn two ppl get tgt, they get tgt bcos they have similar tastes. i have come to realise tht i am wrong. i've been wrong all along. two ppl get tgt bcos they are different. dear said to me its bcos they'll have more things to do. compared to two ppl w similar tastes always doing things they like. yup, my dear is right (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midyrs have ended for me. tmr's a hol. e whole of next wk too! =D can't believe it. sch just started 4days ago and its e hols agn. midyrs was sucky. i'll fail phy this time for sure. i've nvr failed phy before. this is a bad sign. its so near to Dday n i'm failing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-6151568195830066223?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/6151568195830066223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/6151568195830066223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-just-few-days-away-to-12mths.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-2941971723718199955</id><published>2007-06-07T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:53:59.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A WINDMILL!&lt;br /&gt;YAY! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-2941971723718199955?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/2941971723718199955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/2941971723718199955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/06/windmill-yay-d-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-6945737591279462951</id><published>2007-05-23T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T21:53:37.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i cry as if there's no tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. so emotional lately.&lt;br /&gt;dunno wht has gotten into me.&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if i have nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;and its always e same thing over and over agn.&lt;br /&gt;whn will this stop.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-6945737591279462951?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/6945737591279462951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/6945737591279462951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-do-i-cry-as-if-theres-no-tmr-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-6944044902430491557</id><published>2007-04-08T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:43:29.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tday is a very special day. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HIM! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-6944044902430491557?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/6944044902430491557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/6944044902430491557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/04/tday-is-very-special-day.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-4810283074863370176</id><published>2007-03-31T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T14:45:57.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even get this stressed over my exams.&lt;br /&gt;i've called over40 organisations and NONE have accepted our offer to help. &lt;br /&gt;CIPday is this thurs. shit.&lt;br /&gt;why doesnt anyone understand the amt of stress and problems i am facing.&lt;br /&gt;this just sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-4810283074863370176?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/4810283074863370176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/4810283074863370176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-7435010456169425285</id><published>2007-03-23T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:24:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how short can our lives get. i know of a little 2yr old boy who has just passed away. wks ago, i lost a grandaunty. we really dont learn to treasure wht we have until we have lost it. i'm sad to confess tht i didnt make extra effort to know my relatives well. now, i will never get a chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think abt death and i just shrug it off, thinking tht it wldnt come soon and tht i wld only need to think abt it later on in my life. but we dont really knw, do we? the sound of the fan rotating next to me, children screaming in excitement in the pool downstairs, the tv blasting in the living room and even the whistling kettle in the kitchen. we wont know whn we will never hear these everyday sounds agn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-7435010456169425285?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/7435010456169425285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/7435010456169425285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-short-can-our-lives-get.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-7268586218048484211</id><published>2007-03-16T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T21:10:42.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people say crying makes one feel better. why does it? it neither erases nor solves the problem. it just gives the person red and swollen eyes for a day or two. after crying, the issue still remains in our minds. i guess if crying doesnt make one cough and choke and maybe feel like throwing up then one could go on crying forever. or until our lacrimal (tear) glands stop functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been pretty emotional lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-7268586218048484211?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/7268586218048484211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/7268586218048484211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/03/people-say-crying-makes-one-feel-better.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-6255102983948276190</id><published>2007-03-11T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:24:59.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope i'm nt asking for too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-6255102983948276190?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/6255102983948276190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/6255102983948276190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hope-im-nt-asking-for-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-2984664210941948564</id><published>2007-02-12T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:57:27.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much.&lt;br /&gt;very much.&lt;br /&gt;so very very much.&lt;br /&gt;muchy much.&lt;br /&gt;so muchy much.&lt;br /&gt;a lot.&lt;br /&gt;a lot a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-2984664210941948564?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/2984664210941948564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/2984664210941948564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-6518324049927488312</id><published>2007-02-12T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T22:39:37.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tht day dear brought me to see windmills! (= they were so pretty n colourful. there was one tht looked like a display pic i used before, but it was so big tht i didnt want to get it n bring it home. anyways, seeing those windmills really brightened up my day. thanks dear! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a &lt;s&gt;brighter&lt;/s&gt; darker note, i got back 2pprs tday. gp n econs. and.. i passed GP! like finally! i was just saying to my frens tht day tht i cld nvr ever pass. n there! a B4. bt thts nt a reason to be too happy just yet, ppr1 is tmr. )= i hate compo. as for econs, i passed too. bt its nt gd. lau even said tht she was disappointed. hmmm. n to think tht i thought i had put in my best. well, my best just isnt gd enough i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4e1 class bbq last sat downstairs. haha. many turned up. bout 17 i think. well, thts abt more thn half. caught up w many frens. gossiped. learnt abt who's attached n who's nt. who's in ns already. who's studying where. who's working where. yeah, e usual. haha. had chicken, pork, beef, corn, brownies, cheesecake n lots of drinks. everyone left at abt 11pm after a long day. it was great to see all of them agn. looking forward to another one! chalet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-6518324049927488312?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/6518324049927488312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/6518324049927488312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/02/tht-day-dear-brought-me-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-1635415601734743155</id><published>2007-02-02T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T22:39:38.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hais.&lt;br /&gt;i spoke too soon.&lt;br /&gt;)'=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-1635415601734743155?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/1635415601734743155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/1635415601734743155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/02/hais.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-1667395382398378631</id><published>2007-02-02T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:55:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e wkend is here, and its time for me to study. yes, e common tests is just 2days away. )= bt im thankful tht most subjs have only included topics learnt this year. well, except phy! phy is like everything frm yr1! gosh. anyways, guess wht, i flunked one of my math tests. for e 1st time in my MI life i think! haha! wonder if i can get an A for math this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies aside, me n my dear have been doing great! =D no major disagreements or wht. yay! i love my dear (= thanks for being there whn i'm down n doing everything possible to cheer me up! mmmuacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-1667395382398378631?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/1667395382398378631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/1667395382398378631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/02/e-wkend-is-here-and-its-time-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-5899227772009944936</id><published>2007-01-20T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:23:07.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4th 50th coming soon! (=&lt;br /&gt;i love my dear so very much.&lt;br /&gt;i hope he knws. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-5899227772009944936?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/5899227772009944936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/5899227772009944936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/01/4th-50th-coming-soon-i-love-my-dear-so.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-116818344879477682</id><published>2007-01-07T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:24:08.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 11already, &amp;i'm sleepy. really really sleepy. went out w mummy tday to get a comforter bt everything was just too expensive for her. she said she'll wait for e john little sale. wah, waste my time only. anyways, i'm only blogging on acct of e many ppl who have been asking me to blog, n yes, tht includes my dear (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e first 3days of sch has come n gone. i doubt e yr will pass slower thn e last two yrs. in fact, i think it'll pass even faster considering this is a v impt yr. e counting down has already started n it has only been barely a wk after sch reopened. v.soh reminded us tht day tht we had ard 300days left. can't i even enjoy my first few days of my yr3 life in a new sch w/o any worries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a new home tutor this yr. shan't say much. just tht i dont approve of his teaching style. i need tuition! hmmm. we also have 2new ppl join our class this yr, n sad to say, i can't rmb their names. sorry. we have a new gp teacher too. n my first impression of her is good. hope i'll pass my gp w flying colours at e end of this yr! haha. okay, just a PASS will do. shldn't wish for e impossible. a new math teacher, n a new chi teacher. nth to say abt these two, except tht i'll be learing tamil! cool. can't wait! (= ooooo.. only c.chang n mrs lau have continued teaching us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things havent been so gd. we havent been talking much to each other. had some disagreements bt it's all better nw. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-116818344879477682?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116818344879477682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116818344879477682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-11already-im-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-116481621649986390</id><published>2006-11-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:03:36.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life as a maid officially starts at 0900hrs whn my maid leaves on her flight back to the philippines. &lt;br /&gt;)'=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-116481621649986390?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116481621649986390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116481621649986390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-life-as-maid-officially-starts-at.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-116428772195195151</id><published>2006-11-23T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:15:21.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>81&lt;br /&gt;playful&lt;br /&gt;silly&lt;br /&gt;senile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts my dear! &lt; 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-116428772195195151?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116428772195195151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116428772195195151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/11/81-playful-silly-senile-thts-my-dear-3.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-116385641498234531</id><published>2006-11-18T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:26:54.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TRUST, is smth i find very hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i've been free from PW for abt 9 days already. n how does it feel? its feels GREAT! :) :D =) =D XD op was so-so. glad we were e first grp to present. hmmm. bt uncertain bout which grade i'll get. kinda screwed up e first ques i was asked n gave e assessors some rubbish ans. second ques was abt e disabled n it was smth chen had mentioned earlier. so, im lucky! :) talking bout chen, he's not gonna be teaching us next yr. wonder how i'll do in math next yr. i guess i cld understand wht he was teaching bt just tht he wld go really fast n i wld have to ask him many many ques before i cld understand any concept. hmmm. will miss his lame jokes n stupid ans he wld give us. haha. oh, n lau is gonna be a part time teacher. hmmm. reminds me of mrs lee in bps. i dont wanna lose another gd teacher. hope she wont give our class up next yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's out. but im getting bored. really really bored. slp, eat, watch tv, watch youtube, read book, listen to music, msn. ahhhh! i wanna go to sch. )= hmmm. at least some things kept me busy last wk if nt i'll be dead by nw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last fri, sat n sun were really busy days for me. fri afternoon went to some bus terminal at balestier (haha. tht place always reminds of 'cousin' david). went to pick up some relatives from msia who had came down to sg for e wedding on sat. they came by a bus which my granduncle had chartered for them all e way from their homes in kl. cool eh. rich granduncle, wld u share ur wealth w me please? haha. okay, so bout 30 plus of them came down. n then they made their way to my granduncle's old place which he has yet to rent out. then tht night, we had dinner at uncle's house. they had food catered. there was nasi lemak, keropok (is tht how u spell it?), prawns, fish, chicken, curry n much more. sorry, forgot to take pictures. everyone just sat around n chatted. oh! n e wedding car! v nice. some BMW 6series. 650ci or smth like tht. cant rmb. anyways, it was decorated w white feathers n it had a tail of feathers at e back of e car too. take a look at e snapshots below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sat morning, we went to paya lebar church at abt 10 plus n e ceremony started at 11. its been a long time since i've been to a church wedding. cant even rmb whn was e last one. e bride's gown was really beautiful. took some pictures. hehe. thn after tht we had a reception at e chuch's lobby. all e guests just stood ard, talked, ate n took pictures. after tht, we went over to uncle's house for e tea ceremony. it was a longgggg process. think abt granduncle having 14 siblings n u'll knw roughly how long e whole thing took. fortunately, nt everyone came. haha. everything ended at 4 plus n it was time to go home n get ready for e dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whn i reached home, i only cld have half an hr of slp before i had to wake up n go take a shower before going for e dinner. so i got all dolled up n it was time to go to fullerton!!! e ballroom is really grand. tht was like e most grand ballroom i've ever been to for any occasion. e food was delicious. there were cold dishes, wasabi prawns, fish, chicken, shark's fin, scallop, noodles n some pumpkin n yam dessert. was super bloated after tht. too bad i cldnt take any pics of e food as e ppl i were sitting w thought it was rude to take pics of e food thts abt to be eaten. )= during dinner, a video clip made by e bride n groom's friends were shown. there were pictures of the newly-weds childhood days bt most importantly, e video taken in e morning whn my uncle went to pick up his bride. uncle had to eat two types of food paste, which e bride's friends had made, which looked disgusting btw, n no one in e right mind wld want to eat. n e last task! he had to do a POLE DANCE! hahaha. wah. this part was funny n it gt e whole room laughing! hmmm. if only i cld get hold of e video somehow. hahaha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. thn everything ended at 11 plus n home everyone went. e next day, my mom, sis n i accompanied my relatives to town n shop n then they all left sg at 5. its was a tiring wkend. bt, it was fun seeing all my relatives agn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width:283px;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/88346.1dd4ac20810/mini?autoplay=true&amp;amp;amp;mute=true&amp;amp;amp;size=268x201&amp;amp;amp;interval=5&amp;amp;amp;style=rounded" style="width: 283px; height: 235px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/88346.1dd4ac20810" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This album&lt;/a&gt; is powered by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BubbleShare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/88346.1dd4ac20810/share#add_to_blog" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Add to my blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. smth just happened. )'=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-116385641498234531?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116385641498234531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116385641498234531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/11/trust-is-smth-i-find-very-hard-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-116299281983449280</id><published>2006-11-08T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:33:39.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tmr will be our 4th =D&lt;br /&gt;thn we'll be looking forward to our 3rd 50th =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-116299281983449280?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116299281983449280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116299281983449280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/11/tmr-will-be-our-4th-d-thn-well-be.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-116270007509907110</id><published>2006-11-05T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:14:35.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really wanted to see him tday.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-116270007509907110?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116270007509907110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116270007509907110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-really-wanted-to-see-him-tday.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-116165742979474804</id><published>2006-10-24T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:37:09.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y is it tht some &lt;u&gt;things&lt;/u&gt; nvr change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been rather moody lately. f*ck. i've nvr been this moody before. y is it tht every single day there is smth to be angry, disappointed or sad w. WHY? hmmm. i need to go away for a holiday &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. promos results turned out to be fine. math dropped, econs improved, phy dropped, chi improved n gp improved (bt in e end still failed). i think its unfair. why must ppl get kicked out of sch? wht if these ppl r late bloomers n will only perform well in e end? shldnt everyone be given a chance no matter how badly they fare now? in e end, if they still dont do well, it wld be their own fault as they chose to continue w this education process in e first place. argh. so unfair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. two days ago i went out w litz n yitz. they're e best man! (= i can totally be myself whn im w them. haha. love them to bits. though it was only a short 'outing' of a dinner n a little bit of shopping, i enjoyed my time w them. hehe. cant wait for litz's A lvls to finish before we can go out agn! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an uncle of mine is gonna have his wedding in FULLERTON (hehe :) ) on e 11th. thts in like less thn 3 wks time! im excited! haha. all e relatives r gonna be coming down to sg. yays! gonna see some tht i havent seen for yrs! oh, n i need to quickly get a dress for tht evening. need to go shopping! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been real boring. there's nth to do except PW. everyday is PW day. yay... )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some other things tht have happened in my life recently:&lt;br /&gt;1. i turned EIGHTeen! =D&lt;br /&gt;2. had a class chalet/bbq at downtown east.&lt;br /&gt;3. went to watch sg dreaming as a post promotional activity at ps w e class.&lt;br /&gt;4. dad got me speakers for my ipod! =D&lt;br /&gt;5. went to watch drey's ballet concert. she was gd! so proud of her! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts abt it. haha. my life is a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n to my dear. i love you! (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-116165742979474804?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116165742979474804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/116165742979474804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/10/y-is-it-tht-some-things-nvr-change.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-115958657882358870</id><published>2006-09-30T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T11:22:58.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looking at e thousand over pics in my iphoto brings back memories i dont wanna rmb. shld i delete them once n for all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 3 days left to go. will 2 A lvl passes get me promoted? i hope so. econs, chi n gp all gone case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days to a double celebration (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-115958657882358870?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115958657882358870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115958657882358870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/09/looking-at-e-thousand-over-pics-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-115910606670707810</id><published>2006-09-24T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:54:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wht happens tmr till a wk n a half ltr determines wht i'll be doing next yr. wish me luck ppl. i need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-115910606670707810?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115910606670707810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115910606670707810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/09/wht-happens-tmr-till-wk-n-half-ltr.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-115736025725879926</id><published>2006-09-04T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:57:37.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one more month! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just looked through some ppl's profiles on msn. some are hilarious man! haha. n thn i saw my own n stopped laughing. guess its been ages since anyone updated those eh. haha. before e whole frenster thing came abt, i rmb looking up everyone's profile every single time i gt online at one pt in time. yup. those were e days my frenS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. eom nt completed. WR by wed. thanks ah. to e person who came up w e whole pw thing. thanks for taking up my hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone get me an icepack please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-115736025725879926?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115736025725879926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115736025725879926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-more-month-d-i-just-looked-through.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-115711458087629994</id><published>2006-09-01T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T20:43:01.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just for the fun of it. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Your Sarcastic Moments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart Is Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/pink.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you like to play innocent - even though you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Picnic in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both caring and dominant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm nt innocent? i AM lahs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah! painstaking &amp; fussy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE5DE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF5EE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are secretly sensitive, but you often put up a front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy and private, you yearn for security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take relationships slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need lots of reassurances before you can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Coffee Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/coffee.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energetic and lively, you are always on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're doing a million things at once and doing them well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to motivate others and raise spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with chocolate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooo~ coffee! i like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Chocolate Chip Cookie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/chocolate-chip-cookie.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional and conservative, most people find you comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're friendly and easy to get to know. This makes you very popular - without even trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcookieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cookie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have a Melancholic Temperament&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/melancholic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so true. i do think abt everything n anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Were An Owl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/owl.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are stealthy and secretive - no one knows the true you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker of freedom, and you are comfortable with your dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/"&gt;What Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owl? hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-115711458087629994?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115711458087629994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115711458087629994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-for-fun-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-115694729987298564</id><published>2006-08-30T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:25:13.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit. its the same old feeling :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna talk abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna go to sch tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back to bps.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see my frens agn.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna tell them everything.&lt;br /&gt;only they understand me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-115694729987298564?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115694729987298564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115694729987298564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/08/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-115513795059311890</id><published>2006-08-09T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:03:37.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it so easy for me to talk to someone bout their problems bt nt talk abt my own? half e time, or more, ppl ask me whether im alright. i always ans w a yes. truth is, im lying. im nt alright at all. e problem is tht i cant put it all down in words. hais. i just find it difficult. its always as if i only can say a few points bout smth. bt actually its more thn tht. there's always so much going on in this little brain of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so tht day daddy had a talk w me. he linked everything in my life to my results. e hr long conversation (actually i think it cant be considered a conversation cos he did 99.99% of the talking) ranged from nt reading enough newspapers for general knowledge, to nt treating my mom well, and to how i wake up every morning w a sulky face instead of a smile tht will brighten up everyone's day. hah. bt thn this time compared to all e long n serious talks he had w me for a past few yrs was e most influential one i think. i finally woke up from some of those stupid dreams tht i was in. i've realised tht i need to do smth quick if i wanted to get anywhere after this yr. i promise i'll work extra hard for e coming promos. no more one-two-days-before-exam-thn-study thing for me already. i so rmb e feelings i had during psle n o lvls. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopping thinking abt it amanda! its over already! u knw its all in e past already. shldnt u have tht trust in ppl nw? y is it so difficult for u to trust ppl agn? wake up! ugh. SERVE U RIGHT for reading all those past entries of tht blog anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. im feeling horrible now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-115513795059311890?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115513795059311890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115513795059311890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-is-it-so-easy-for-me-to-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-115366682318136652</id><published>2006-07-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:00:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's nt a star in heaven tht we cant reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACF F9C5. how am i supposed to tell my parents these grades? i shld probably go jump before e ptm this fri. i still rmb tht one time dreyy got e best L1R5 score in her class n yet daddy said "well, u must be in one lousy class" to her. if i were her, i wld have cried out of anger infront of him. it was such an insult to her friends n class lahs. ahhh. wonder wht he'll say to me whn he looks at my falling grades. especially gp, which he says i shld be doing e best in compared to all e other subjs since i speak english all e time. bt it doesnt work tht way! GP &amp; ENG, different thing okay? hais. still thinking of whn i shld tell them e bad news. sometime this wk before e ptm? or let them find out thn? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss sec sch life. terribly. sometime last wk i bumped into kaiwen while waiting for 52 and another time met kaykiat at bishan interchange. wow. they've changed. maybe to them i've changed too. haha. though sch days passed real slow, i'd still prefer being in sch thn. friends were v supportive n fun to be w. there were hardly any disagreements or quarrels whatsoever. though e few of us werent those who wld hang out everday after sch, we knew we cld count on each other for everything n anything. i miss litz n yitz most! maybe bcos im closest to them. anyways, i also miss sitz, ditz, zitz and e rest of 4e1! someone read this n organise a get tgt pleaseeee. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pw is giving me such a headache. tht day at e library was unproductive. all we've gt now is e survey results. no interviews or sec sources to fall back on. goshh. can those websites i need to find just magically appear infront of me now? i''m so tired of searching for them. oh ya. i wanna thank those who helped me find websites though my project has gt nth to do w u guys. haha. THANK YOU! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dineee is gonna watch PCD this wed! i also want! she so cute lahs. still ask me to skip sch n take a bus up to watch. if only i can.. ): anyways, go and enjoy urself girl. bt do update this cousin of urs on how great e concert was! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to think abt and consider.. `dilemma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-115366682318136652?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115366682318136652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115366682318136652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/07/theres-nt-star-in-heaven-tht-we-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-115150827910154958</id><published>2006-06-28T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:24:39.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg! i saw him yst whn i was out w hannah, aud, mich &amp;sm buying bdae presents. we were just a few steps apart! dont think he saw me though. couldnt believe my eyes. haha. havent seen him since e results came out. hmmm.. was in so much shock tht i didnt say anything bout it to them until a while ltr. didnt want them to make a big fuss abt it anyway. i think e last thing i want wld be him turning ard to acknowledge me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna become a full-time slacker. great. such a wrong timing to be one. i cant seem to pay attention in class. all i do is just stare at e teacher's face &amp;pretend to understand whts going on by nodding my head occasionally. so dumb. &amp;i've been stoning more these days. ughh. i only feel e pressure of nt studying for midyrs whn someone suddenly talks abt it. &amp;thn i always think tht there's so much time for me to study over e wkends &amp;e stress just fades away. bt who am i kidding right. how can 3 days possibly be enough for me to cover so much? i'm gonna die. hah. maybe someone shld just volunteer &amp;kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y r so many couples breaking up? i already knw of 4 pairs. whts e world coming to??? this month of june isnt gd. :( &amp;i thought tht they all were compatible &amp;wld last. there's so much confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doctors suspect tht jonathan has stomach cancer. wth. he's only 2 yrs old! its so unfair. everyone's just praying now tht he hasnt got it. bt its hard to say. he's been having a fever for abt a month already. hais. my poor nephew. hope its nth serious bt an infection or some sort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking bout doctors, mummy says she may have pneumonia. oh dear. can see tht her coughing's getting worse. she shld probably stop her nagging. it'll help her as well as my ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lau said my hair's messy! &amp;asked me to pin my fringe up. humph. no hairpins please, i'll bring a hairband tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-115150827910154958?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115150827910154958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115150827910154958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg-i-saw-him-yst-whn-i-was-out-w.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-115114210053270630</id><published>2006-06-24T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:41:40.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must stop sulking everytime im asked to do smth i dont want to do. i must stop showing a black face. i must stop pretending to nt hear wht mummy n daddy says. i must stop mumbling my answers to them. i must stop being a spoiled brat. i must stop waiting for everything to be spoon-fed to me. i must stop letting daddy down over n over agn. i must stop letting daddy worry over e r/s between mummy n me. i must stop letting daddy sigh over things i do wrong. i must stop arguing w mummy. i must stop treating them like shit. hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be hard bt i'll try my v best, even if it means holding back everything i want to say until i explode one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need time to pass slowly now. even slower thn whn being in sch, PLEASE? i've got lots more to study. so far i've done less thn one chapter per subject. n i need to take a few hrs to cover one chapter. n thts just e understanding part. no memorizing involved. can someone just freeze time so i can study? i promise i'll make full use of my time thn. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stressed n confused. taking things one at a time. midyrs, first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i've been listening to e song Unfaithful by Rihanna. great song. i'll listen to it countless times w/o getting sick of it. thts probably why my msn nick has been phrases from e song e past few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Story of my life&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the right&lt;br /&gt;But it keeps avoiding me&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Cause it seems that wrong&lt;br /&gt;Really loves my company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's more than a man&lt;br /&gt;And this is more than love&lt;br /&gt;The reason that the sky is blue&lt;br /&gt;But clouds are rolling in&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm gone again&lt;br /&gt;And to him I just can't be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;And it kills him inside&lt;br /&gt;To know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;I can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;A murderer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the air&lt;br /&gt;As I'm doing my hair&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for another date&lt;br /&gt;A kiss up on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;He's here reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;As if I'm gonna be out late&lt;br /&gt;I say I won't be long&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging with the girls&lt;br /&gt;A lie I didn't have to tell&lt;br /&gt;Because we both know&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm about to go&lt;br /&gt;And we know it very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;And it kills him inside&lt;br /&gt;To know that I am happy with some other guy&lt;br /&gt;I can see him dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;A murderer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Love, his trust&lt;br /&gt;I might as well take a gun and put it to his head&lt;br /&gt;Get it over with&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;Uh&lt;br /&gt;Anymore (anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;I see him die a little more inside&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna hurt him anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna take away his life&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;A murderer (a murderer)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-115114210053270630?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115114210053270630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/115114210053270630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-must-stop-sulking-everytime-im-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114990800784988199</id><published>2006-06-10T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:53:27.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what if everything turns out to be a replay of e past? what if i'm left feeling how i felt before? all i knw is tht tht feeling sucks &amp;i sure dont want to be in e same position agn. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst's training was different. ten rounds ard e perimeter of e court. push ups if cnnt score. more push ups if shot taken is way inaccurate. water break if can score. then game. it was tiring though i only went for slightly more than an hr out of five. after tht stayed a while to watch e first half of e guy's friendly against rp. whn i left, MI was winning 2-1. wonder whts e score.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math yst was boring. total waste of time. all i did was copy notes. can say i didnt learn anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to have doubts. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114990800784988199?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114990800784988199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114990800784988199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-if-everything-turns-out-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114977947800344304</id><published>2006-06-08T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:11:18.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back yst! :D so glad to be able to slp in my own bed agn, to use my phone, to sit on my golden throne (haha..), to watch tv on e comfy couch, to use e com e whole day.. countless lahs. its feels goooood to be home. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traffic at e immigration on e sg side was slow. somehow e lane our car was in wasnt moving for some time. daddy was flaring up. cursed e system n everything. scary lahs! thn he was e only one who horned so loudly. quite embarrassing really. lucky i was sitting at e side where there werent any cars beside us. i mean this kind of things sure gotta wait mahs. this isnt e first time also. we've been in this situation for more than 45 mins before. but of course i didnt say tht to him. i would have died. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn on e way back, sis said she needs to get a poncho for her np thing tday so we all detoured to beach rd to get ONE miserable sheet of plastic tht cost 2 bucks. gawd. after tht, went home, slowly unpacked thn slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had numerous nightmares last night. all of which i can rmb one or two clearly. hais. everything seemed so real. had these dreams before.. hope i dont get them tonight agn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch tmr. thn training. ahhh. tht sucks. june &lt;b&gt;holidays&lt;/b&gt;? crapp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114977947800344304?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114977947800344304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114977947800344304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-yst-d-so-glad-to-be-able-to-slp.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114933124134939752</id><published>2006-06-03T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:40:41.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>using daddy's com now. just came back to kl from ipoh. fell aslp during e 2 hr long ride. hehe. wide awake now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. i just cried a lot. same goes for yst. mom just cant keep her mouth shut. go ard telling everyone she sees. &amp;e same 'wise' comments she has got to say. argh. she doesnt knw e truth! can she stop thinking she does??? i was trying to control my tears but i guess i couldnt much longer after seeing tht look on her face. my relatives all saw me tear. to add on to it all, she's been showing so much biasness. ahhhhh! fark lahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 3 days &amp;i've eaten almost everything tht i like &amp;cant get in sg. still have e black noodles &amp;my fav indian food. haha. probably have tht tmr or smth. yays! &amp;there's still shopping to do! lots &amp;lots of shopping! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored now. cousins r out for dinner. daddy is playing mahjong. sis is using grandpa's com. mom &amp;maid r still in ipoh. why isnt there anyone online for me to talk to? wrong timing i guess. only time i can talk for long &amp;there's no one. hais. wht a  sad life. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114933124134939752?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114933124134939752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114933124134939752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/06/using-daddys-com-now.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114908897076210294</id><published>2006-05-31T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:22:50.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i stoned. i didnt knw wht to do. i didnt knw wht to say. i guess i didnt lose much. just e videos &amp;a few msgs. tht was probably why i didnt tear. but what daddy said to me made me cry. hais. &lt;u&gt;carelessness&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could just disappear. *poof! -gone. "where's amanda?" nono.. it shld be.. "who is amanda?"&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be e cause of e problems. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setting off for msia tmr morning. 4 hours of sitting at my usual place - behind e driver's seat. minding my own business. listening to my ipod. sleeping. disturbing my sis whn she clearly does nt want to be annoyed. haha. my ass is so gonna hurt. hope daddy stops at e overhead food place to get curly fries. (= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy is bringing his laptop. so i'll blog as &amp;whn i get to use it. thts if im not too lazy to lahs. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like this month. tmr's gonna be e start of a new month, so.. yay!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114908897076210294?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114908897076210294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114908897076210294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-stoned.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114883158215177599</id><published>2006-05-28T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:53:02.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched x-men tday w sis, dad &amp;mom. i think i like this e most out of e 3. maybe cos it showed many mutants &amp;their abilities. had some funny parts where everyone laughed, especially those when e tht huge guy talked. forgot whts his name though. haha. e ending was so sad &amp;totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, watched it at j8, so before e show we were walking ard, thn saw this small er... shop? (is it even called a shop? maybe its a stall. right next to e railing &amp;escalator.) hmmm.. so decided to take e scan &amp;see if i really am flat footed. &amp;e scan showed.... tht i am! haha. slightly la. i could have died looking at my parent's reaction when we were told of e results! they have nvr believed me. haha. always think tht im exaggerating.. okay okay. hmmm.. &amp;thn e man said tht a pair of e custom designed in soles (however u call it) costs abt $340! omgosh. thts near e price of my contacts! mom said thanks &amp;we walked away. thn she said if e pain persists &amp;if i cnnt stand it thn i'll get it.. !!!!! i wanted to say tht e sole of my feet always hurt after PE or training but i didnt. she would have thought tht i was exaggerating agn. hmmm.. $340 is really ex though. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after e movie, we went to this nearby coffee shop to eat. thn next to us sat this family, consisting of 3 children, their parents &amp;their grandma. thn 2 of e children, age ard 5 or 6 i think started conversing. i was so interested, so i decided to eavesdrop. haha. e boy was teaching e girl how to eat prata. -.- kept on saying how must eat w curry &amp;nt w sugar, like how e girl was currently doing. still got technique on how to dip in e curry properly. haha. at this point, i wanted to burst out laughing bt thn would have embarrased myself as i was just seating one seat away. okay.. so thn e boy said to do it quick, so tht e piece of prata will have only one drop of curry so it wont be hot. haha! i was laughing lahs. thn i saw e small boy show e girl by dipping e prata v fast. like 123423423 of a sec. lols. tht was lame. so ya.. i was pretending to be interested in my black pepper chicken while listening to their conversation. haha. so cute lahs! if their parents werent there, i would've talked to them.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting my pw grp tmr! hope it will be a productive &amp;nt a wasted meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i've got this pain at tht part where i had surgery before. dunno whts e cause. dun wanna tell my parents. hope it goes away soon. i dun want it to be smth serious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to msia on either wed nite or thurs morning. hmmm. this trip will be spending more days in ipoh as my grandparents there arent so well. hmmm. tht means no com, no internet! ahhhh. haha. will try to blog when im in kl. use my super cool grandpa's com! he's so 'in' lahs. knw how to use hp, knw how to msg, knw how to talk online, knw how to use webcam, got a beckham hairstyle - hair sort of spikes up to e middle? lols! e list goes on.. yay!!! cant wait to go back to msia &amp;see all my cuzzies.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114883158215177599?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114883158215177599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114883158215177599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/05/watched-x-men-tday-w-sis-dad-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114847039628402792</id><published>2006-05-24T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:34:50.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wht u said tday to me really made me wake up from my dream. thank you. (= hmmm.. i dont knw it can all be so confusing. i dont knw wht to expect. i dont knw wht to do from here. i dont knw where to start. i dont knw how it'll end. i dont knw wht it'll bring. i guess i dont knw A LOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S5 managed to raise a total of $1439!!! yays! congrats to everyone! :D hmmm.. on tht day, instead of doing one shift, i did slightly more thn two. we were short-handed. 3 persons managing e ingredients for e ice kachang, ice cocktail &amp;ice jelly while two ppl handled e ice kachang machine (or wadeva u may call it). nevertheless, it was a good experience. oh ya! asilah, justin, aaron &amp;chris came! thanks u guys! really really really glad to see u all after such a long time! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new coach for floorball. old coach went to study. her name's Jill, if i rmb correctly. i've got a gd impression of her. heard tht she's ranked no.7 in e world? wow!!! *faints. i wonder how much e sch is paying her. anyways, she looks 20 but is actually 28. she can blend in as one of us. haha. so young &amp;yet has so many achievements. plays countless sports &amp;has gone to many countries for competitions. THE ENVY! hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tday i was feeling v weird in sch. i somehow didnt feel like talking much. at first i was so enthu during PE, i wanted to keep playing &amp;nt just sit there &amp;do nth, but thn i seem to have lost all e enthu-ness after tht. i dont knw wht came over me. at one point i felt like going home to my bed, hug my pillow, cry &amp;slp. hais. i even warned gwen tht i may be moody. ): sorry to all those who got a taste of my moody-ness, be it my sulky attitude or careless use of words. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McPHEEVER! &lt;3 wheeeeeeee! do hope she wins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP ppr this friday. DIE. someone please kill me. )= all i'm aiming for is a pass. hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june hols wont really be a holiday for me. maybe only whn i go back to msia. there's so many things to tend to.. PW, revision for all subjs, get tuition, go back to sch for extra classes... wah! :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114847039628402792?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114847039628402792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114847039628402792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/05/wht-u-said-tday-to-me-really-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114759402597145626</id><published>2006-05-14T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:07:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw him on monday. i was walking in his direction. at first i caught a glimpse of him &amp;thought it was just a lookalike. e moment i walked past, i heard someone call me. i turned &amp;thn he said 'hi'. &amp;i said 'oh. er... hi.' &amp;thn i hurried off. omg. it must have seemed wrong. whts more was tht he wasnt alone. hmmm.. dont knw exactly how i felt. i guess it was a little of everything. glad? sad? regret? hate? i really dont knw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had sports day a few days ago. at tp agn! yays. much closer to home! (= it was alright. quite boring though. e rain delayed some events &amp;it ended later than e supposed 5.15pm. hmmm.. after tht had early dinner at macs w hannah, laura, jamas &amp;salman. thn went home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come there's so much fuss abt one person? y is he/she affecting so many ppl? cant he/she just leave us all alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carnival in a wk's time! wonder how s5 is gonna fare cos nth seems to have started. as in all e planning.. hmmm.. y am i e only one who seems to worry for e class? haha. those ppl who i asked to come &amp;support, better do ah! u knw who u r. lols! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to laguna just now for lunch. mom drove me &amp;sis there to meet dad after his game, thn she went to play. i miss tht place so much. havent been there for months. i rmb whn i was young, still in pri sch, i would go there every sunday for swimming lessons w my cousins. yup! would spend my whole sunday there while e adults went to play golf, from abt 9 to 5? hmmm.. we would swim for hours, before &amp;after class. playing at e fountain, splashing in e pool &amp;always thinking of new ways to go down e slide. after tht we would have our tea time at e cafe &amp;play in e children's room! i rmb at one time we made frens w 2 japanese kids. played &amp;swam w them for a few months until one day they told us they were going back to japan. )= i was quite sad. lost 2 great friends. hmmm.. wonder how they are doing now.. after e adults have finished, both families, my cousins's n mine would go have dinner tgt. sundays were e best. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114759402597145626?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114759402597145626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114759402597145626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-saw-him-on-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114700975983622615</id><published>2006-05-07T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T21:49:19.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to tampines mall with dreyy tday. bought quite a few things. on e way back, i think it was at douby ghaut station, i saw 2 ppl waving at me from e outside of e train. i stared a while then realised it was weney &amp;wei xiang. haha. so blur of me. but i was w/o my specs, so cant really blame me for e slow reaction. hehe. i waved back &amp;then their friends, whom i do not knw, started waving at me too? -.- haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy picked us up at bishan &amp;we went for early dinner, &amp;i mean it when i said EARLY, it was only 5pm then! mummy insisted we go tht early cos e place gets really crowded after 5.30 &amp;we would have to wait for more than an hr to get our food. so we went, &amp;we were among e first! had e delicious mellben crab. yups. (= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. at j8 tday i saw joshua &amp;shawn from I Not Stupid. :D they walked right in front of me lahs. i got a close up view of them. shawn's much taller &amp;skinner than joshua in person. yeah.. they got ushered off quickly so didnt get to snap a pic of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jeff on 52 on fri. he has changed! hair is all styled? haha. but still as action as ever. he talked so loud tht i think e whole bus could hear him. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a same pw grp as gwen, hannah, yongjie &amp;shuyuan. how do i feel abt it? i dont really knw. guess its okay. hope we dont have any conflicts along e way &amp;work tgt happily. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114700975983622615?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114700975983622615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114700975983622615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-to-tampines-mall-with-dreyy-tday.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114649216443073346</id><published>2006-05-01T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:02:45.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly miss working at marian centre. i wonder how those p1s are doing. well, its been a yr since i last saw them but i still rmb each &amp;every one of them clearly. i regret nt going for e xmas celebration. )= i still keep all those drawings they gave me. e way they would write my name &amp;their names tgt with their drawings &amp;how they would colour out of e lines brings back memories. i regret nt taking any pics w them also. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom would send me there every morning before she heads for work. they will be sleeping on mattresses in this room &amp;when they knw tht i've come, they'll come out &amp;greet me good morning. nice way to start off e day eh? :D then i would follow them back to e room &amp;make them slp b4 e lady-in-charge would come to check on them &amp;scold them if they were nt resting. while they're 'sleeping', he would msg me to keep me company, right until it was time for them to wake up &amp;have breakfast. (: i'd make a kettle of hot milo &amp;prepare either cakes, bread, cereal or biscuits. they would then line up, take their food from me &amp;sit at their assigned tables. meals r always a headache. i've to deal w e constant pestering by them on which table i should sit at. haha. so breakfast i'll be at this table, lunch at another table... after tht they'll have some activity conducted by a 'teacher' there, follwed by study time! i would take them their spelling, teach them their math &amp;english, or watch them as they do their own stuff if they're finished w their hw. i like watching them converse &amp;talk about things i thought were interesting when i was their age but silly now. they would bathe after tht &amp;line up for me to tie their hair! haha. it was fun. (= they would have lunch &amp;then it was off to sch. they would sort of fight over who would hold my hands to walk over to sch. e sch was just less than 20 steps away &amp;yet they would do tht. so cute! (= ahhhhh. i miss all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e long wkend's over. )= there's pw tmr. we'll get to knw our grps. who will be in e same grp as me? i wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got MC for any physical activity. yays! but i still wanna do pe on wed! netball, basketball &amp;badminton too, maybe? i'm feeling so enthu agn like tht day! (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114649216443073346?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114649216443073346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114649216443073346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-suddenly-miss-working-at-marian.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114637377650392717</id><published>2006-04-30T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T13:09:36.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last wkend went to my parent's friend's house for dinner after watching BurnTheFloor with e class at suntec. first impression e house gave me when i stepped in was a hotel room. everything was neat &amp;there was candles burning everywhere. only e kitchen showed tht there were ppl living in tht house. &amp;they have a walk in wardrobe! so cool lahs. i also want one. (: dinner was superb. everything was so formal though. they had this white table cloth, napkins, a jasmine flower on each plate, wine glasses &amp;e usual cutlery complete with dessert spoons. to sum it all up, there was music playing in e background. we had coffee/tea, choc cake, chocs &amp;walnut cheese w crackers for dessert. i swear i gained some weight tht day. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting more &amp;more lazy to blog. actually when im not on e com i feel like blogging. but its a diff thing when i get online. there's so much to say, its just tht my laziness takes over me. less posts from now on! i'll probably blog like once in 2 weeks. haha. so it all depends on my mood &amp;whether anything interesting happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all so confusing. sometimes i wish i could take a break from all these &amp;shut everything out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114637377650392717?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114637377650392717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114637377650392717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-wkend-went-to-my-parents-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114511951195561009</id><published>2006-04-16T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:45:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit. i cant be thinking bout tht all e time. it will affect me, like how it has before. my behaviour towards him will change. well, it must change. i cant go along thinkng tht way anymore. &lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be smth u can fall back on as &amp;when u want, u knw? e just in case type. ughh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114511951195561009?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114511951195561009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114511951195561009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/04/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114500683425909262</id><published>2006-04-14T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:27:14.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SURPRISINGLY, i passed 3 pprs &amp;failed 2. wont say wht i got for each ppr as they arent smth to be proud of. just wanna say, with these results, i can NEVER get into a local Uni. ahhh. kill me. i need tuition!! )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received my contacts on monday. have been wearing them when i reach home after school until i sleep. gotta wear them for progressive hours first before i can actually wear them to school on next monday. my eyes tear whenever i wear them though. hope i dont take a long time to get used to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday i got so stressed doing e first draft of e PI that i stayed online till 1am to finish it. in e end i wasnt even close to e 500 words limit &amp;crapped my way through. think im gonna get lots of comments on it from e STs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to lee ah mooi old aged home yst for CIP. stayed for an hr. haha. went to those who were awake &amp;tried talking to them. there were some who i couldnt understand, some who i understood but didnt knw wht to say back, &amp;then there was one who started crying &amp;telling us her past. hais. i just stood there &amp;just looked at her when she was reminiscing her past in hokkien to one of us. i think if i were to stand there longer than i did, i would have cried too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tht went to town to eat with e class &amp;walked ard. walked from far east to heeren and then to ps, then took a bus to raffles city. met mom &amp;sis for dinner &amp;then went home. so tired tday so slacked at home. hw pushed to tmr. (: more hw during wkend. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114500683425909262?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114500683425909262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114500683425909262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/04/surprisingly-i-passed-3-pprs-failed-2.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114381157615748584</id><published>2006-03-31T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T21:26:16.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANNA PULL ALL MY HAIR OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMON TEST SUCKED. SERIOUSLY. UGHH. no confidence in passing a single ppr. even math. how can this be??? WWWWHHHHYYYY. so so so disappointed with myself. chi; okay, bt norm i dont pass. gp; tough. gave up at e beginning of e ppr &amp;crapped my way through. phy; forgot ALL e definitions. struggled through calculation questions. math; 1st question couldnt do already. econs; couldnt write much for essay. forgot e points. SPA; got all e values of e constants WRONG. panicked when e examiner came next to me to watch. I JUST WANT AN AO LVL PASS FOR A PPRS &amp; AT LEAST A C6 FOR AO PPRS. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to live with it anymore. why cant everyone just give &amp;take and NOT take take take! i dont know who my true friends are. disagreements, black faces, tempers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going in e wrong direction agn. just realised a while ago. lucky i went a few miles. (: time to take e U-TURN. when am i gonna see tht sign? e one ive been trying to get to for quite some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played pool tday! 1st time in dunno how many months! yay! im getting better!!! wheeeeeeee... haha. i think playing tmr agn! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114381157615748584?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114381157615748584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114381157615748584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wanna-pull-all-my-hair-out.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114286778284642451</id><published>2006-03-20T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:16:22.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caught Disney On Ice yst. at first i thought it would be boring bt it wasnt! i was so wrong. i can be considered a disney fan, having many CDs &amp;shows. (P.S. i DID NOT buy any of those shiny &amp;glittery wands or tiaras. omg. haha.) &amp;there were many characters from numerous cartoons such as, e princesses; cinderella, pocahontas, belle, ariel, jasmine &amp;snow white, pinnochio, incredibles, toy story, finding nemo &amp;lots more. BUT BUT BUT...! e most impt one i was waiting for was lion king &amp;it was e last one to show! i dont know, bt i have liked e show since e first time i watched it. HAKUNA MATATA. hahaha. i am so disppointed with simba &amp;nala's costume. they didnt look anything like lions bt instead looked like orangey-brown ppl with overgrown facial hair! tsk tsk. disppointment. lols. on a whole, gotta say it was a gd performance &amp;if i was a small kid, i would have gotten really excited &amp;peed in my pants. (= Lols. i wanna watch it AGAIN!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to sch stuff. lau caught me for skirt length!! &amp;mine isnt e shortest in class, mind her. at first chen didnt 'catch' anyone bt then she started pointing at ppl's skirt or hair. so wad la. only CO home tutor wad. so i pulled e skirt down a bit then she came over &amp;said "good. maintain this length ah!" -.-" kill me please. she even wanted our skirts to touch our knees. !!! *faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. training tmr. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114286778284642451?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114286778284642451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114286778284642451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/03/caught-disney-on-ice-yst.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114265410871517216</id><published>2006-03-18T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T11:55:08.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to make my contacts! :D so happy, bt then can only gt them in like 2 weeks. gonna use hard lense. some RGP thing. i found it quite painful when i tried them on. i hope i wont be like some ppl where they get used to them only after a few months. mom insisted on getting them instead of soft lenses, saying tht it allows air to go in, maintains e degree blah blah blah... also cannot argue since she's e one paying. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs had to go for training. after tht watched e guys play against RP for a while then went off to eat with mich as aud went off first. ate kfc. while eating we talked abt quite a lot of things. mostly abt wht we think abt some ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had friendly against VS yst. cannot see them small small (yes, some of them were shorter than me! bt aiya, they only lower sec wht.) then think u can win them bt in fact they r very pro. their stamina is great. they had to play against us, e yr2 girls, as well as e yr1 guys &amp;yr2 guys la. some more play with each batch for 3 periods. towards e end they were still energetic. i told aud their battery better thn hers. lols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so after everything, mich left then me &amp;aud waited for e guys to debrief then change. waited until 8.30!!! by then we were so hungry already. while waiting, vitz was telling ghost stories abt e toilet at bartley. at one point, she started screaming &amp;shouting. i got shocked la! almost fainted. haha. went off to eat at pl e spore post centre there to eat kfc AGN. -.- they kept saying me &amp;alex la. they even said i was blushing. omg!! i dont blush one, maybe it was just e after effects of training?? lols. bt felt quite pai seh whn they said tht so sometimes i just turn away, &amp;dont say anything. left e place at 9.30 then reached home 10 plus. overall okay la, know e floorball ppl better. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i must start on my sch wk &amp;revision! ahhh! i dont want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114265410871517216?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114265410871517216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114265410871517216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-went-to-make-my-contacts-d-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114240211098359498</id><published>2006-03-15T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:55:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess he's nice. i was touched by wht he said, as well as the song he sort of sang. but its just not right. im not attracted to him in any way. in fact, since the beginning, i knew nth could happen. we can only be friends, nth more. i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towning on sunday was alright. wanted to do more stuffs like catch a movie or pool but litz had to leave early. there was this guy giving out postcard-like brochures. we took it then realised we could get a free sample of cologne at taka. so sweeeeeet lah both of them. go take samples for their bf. haha.. walked ard heeren, bought a few things, litz went off then me &amp;yitz trained to novena. she wanted to eat at e food court there but it had moved to united square. so we sat at LJS. talked until we were hungry then ate &amp;chatted then went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blurr me left my math file in sch. couldnt study for e test on monday. was struggling through a few of e questions but actually got them right in e end! (: did OKAY lahs. i dont understand y chen made us go back to school on a holiday just to do e test &amp;mark it. so dumb right. i bet many didnt bother studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went straight home after that. slept a while then went off to meet laura, sak, nilam &amp;khai at yishun. took a long bus ride to tampines &amp;then another bus to simei. reached elson's place &amp;e rest came a few mins later. some guys started e fire while e girls went to take pics! took loads of pics! (= i dont really like taking pics but i kinda enjoyed taking them tht day. &amp;yes, i took ONE pic with elson &amp;jamas. ppl called it a 'triangular love relationship'?? wht e!! haha. i was kinda forced into taking tht pic. lols! but nvm la hors. make some ppl happy. :D ate a little, drank a lot. left e place at 10.30 as dad came to fetch me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst's friendly with mjc sucked. i felt so pressurized as i was a forward. we lost, 7-1. zaf scored our only goal! hmmm.. there's training tmr followed by physical then another friendly on fri with vs. its gonna be a tiring week. limited time for studying. &amp;its supposed to be e HOLIDAYS!!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114240211098359498?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114240211098359498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114240211098359498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-guess-hes-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114207954437725186</id><published>2006-03-11T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T21:29:43.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had fun yst! :DDDDD havent had so much fun in ages. e fun didnt really come from e amazing race at sentosa in e morning but everything after that! okay.. so we assembled in sch as per normal in e morning. had assembly then boarded e bus ard 8.30. reached sentosa, sat in classes &amp;learnt some claps which i thought were lame. didnt bother being enthu during tht. then e amzing race started. went to diff places on e island to perform tasks with road blocks here &amp;there. they should have had instructors at every station to conduct e diff tasks &amp;award points, &amp;not let e team's instructor do everything. like that e instuctor would sure want to help their own teams &amp;just give them e points. along e way to diff places, i decided to be enthu, so i was running with gwen near e front of e group, singing &amp;sometimes er... dancing? lols! (= u really got to be with other enthu ppl to be enthu.. gwen said it was e 1st time she saw me so enthu. haha. at many times i want to be enthu but e ppl ard me just arent enthu enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything ended at 12 plus. had catered lunch then went back to sch. rushed to go &amp;shower but was suprised when we saw e long queue tht had formed. decided to go sy's house e swimming pool there to shower. reached &amp;saw tht e security guard was there. she kept going on abt how even guests arent allowed to swim. at one point i wanted to say tht we only wanted to shower. haha. but i didnt, tht would have been silly of me &amp;would have gotten sy into trouble. so we went up to sy's house first &amp;2 by 2 (sounds like lining up in pri sch) we went down to shower. tht was just after 3 &amp;we had house meeting at 3.30! we decided to skip it &amp;returned to sch only after 4.. slacked in class after tht. had drinks, food &amp;gossiped! lols! turned out tht everyone else didnt like e same girl i dont like in sch! wahaha. feel so bad. but there r times when u see someone &amp;straight away dislike tht person right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked all e way to 6 plus. announcement came &amp;it was time for us to eat! each house had their own buffet table at each corner of e quadrangle. took our food &amp;sat in a circle. we were e first class to do tht &amp;many others followed! talked &amp;laughed our hearts out. it was good. i think s5 is really bonded this yr, much much MUCH better than last yr. i'm happy. (: campfire started after tht &amp;we were separated into our houses. i sat with nilam, labina &amp;hannah. so cool.. we sat in e first row, cheering &amp;shouting all e way. today my voice is a little hoarse. ran away when they did e individual house dance as we didnt go for e house meeting &amp;didnt get to learn e dance. it would have been embarrasing if they were to suddenly bend/squat down &amp;4 of us were standing there looking stupid or if they were to move to e left &amp;we move to e right. MI dance!! i ended up  not dancing with anyone but dancing with a bunch of s5 ppl. lols. we formed a circle &amp;started smth like a can-can dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly truly enjoyed myself yst. looking forward to monday's BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have looked weird w/o my specs e whole time but no one said anything. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towning, tmr! with my dearest friends. i think they do not know how much they mean to me. i &lt;3 them so much!! haha.. i like it when i can tell them everything &amp;anything.. tmr's gonna be another GOOOOOOOD day for me. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see all e signs but i dont think anything is ever gonna happen. sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114207954437725186?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114207954437725186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114207954437725186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-had-fun-yst-ddddd-havent-had-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114182520505597997</id><published>2006-03-08T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:40:05.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sch was short &amp;good, though i got teased A LOT. lols. stayed back till 2 plus for e cca fair thing. didnt get to see e yr1s come to our booth. )= then waited for 173 in e super hot sun until 3. went to clementi, had peach milk tea (yummm), then headed for queensway. bought shorts for friday.. heard there's wet games on fri. hope its gonna be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching amazing race now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person you are looking for may be right in front of you, waiting to be noticed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114182520505597997?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114182520505597997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114182520505597997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/03/sch-was-short-good-though-i-got-teased.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114164313817622625</id><published>2006-03-06T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:05:38.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she could see i was on the verge of crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened during 2.4, i wont elaborate. just wanna say that there was a hurdle &amp;that i hope everyone made it through happily. btw, i passed my 2.4 but it wasnt smth to be happy abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, met gwen. talked then she came back to class. silly girl said she wanted to do her 2.4 so a few of us went to find a PE teacher to take e timing. too bad she wasnt allowed to &amp;has to take it only next term cos of her SC stuff this week. went to e notice board for e napfa grades. got As for su &amp;sr, Bs for snr &amp;2.4( !!! :D ), a C for ipu &amp;a D for sbj. argggh. no more gold for me. :(  then gwen left. went back to class &amp;talked some more. how sy related that incident to us was damn funny. couldnt help it but laughed out loud. then i left for home &amp;here i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst had KennyRogers for dinner. 1/2 slab of ribs, chicken &amp;3 side dishes. AND... of course i shared. couldnt possibly finished all that. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114164313817622625?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114164313817622625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114164313817622625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/03/she-could-see-i-was-on-verge-of-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114144296467989000</id><published>2006-03-04T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:29:24.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didnt have 2.4 on wed, instead we finished all e other stations. so.. 2.4 on mon, last period, at 3pm! )= i've got C for everything except sbj. must try to get at least a C for sbj &amp;less than 16 mins for 2.4. wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst's training was a bore. e coach put weaker players in one team &amp;made them play with an all-strong team. when asked y he did so, he couldnt support his own decision. then some girls voiced out their views on e coach being a sexist (though they didnt use this word but i think they meant it), focusing more on e guys. think e coach felt guilty &amp;after that he went to individual teams &amp;pointed out what we should or should not do. if he continues this, i think im just gonna go there &amp;play for fun, leave as &amp;when i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate sch. so many unsolved problems. no one to really understand. &amp;dont ask please, i cant say cos its abt u! next week's e last week of sch. :D but we only have a one week break. :( hopefully going to msia agn. glad to so i can forget my worries. dont have to worry abt whats gonna happen to them anymore cos they bloody dont give a shit bout me. its obvious, even * &amp;other ppl agree. sighs. its damn disheartening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114144296467989000?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114144296467989000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114144296467989000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/03/didnt-have-2.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114113700995255811</id><published>2006-02-28T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:30:14.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sat went crystal jade for lunch. ate my all time favourite porridge (which one exactly? i shant say. haha) &amp;'stole' some of aunt's la mian. had e xiao long bao as well. had 2!! :D haha. then walked ard, wanted to play pool but playing with a bunch of aunties is embarrassing right? lols. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last entry had lots of ppl commented, saying they have gone through tht. hmmm. i just listened &amp;had nth to say. some were even worse then mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst went to watch final destination3. damn gross! showed &lt;strike&gt;boobs&lt;/strike&gt; like no one's business. haha. lots of bloody scenes too. but e story line quite predictable. similar to 1 &amp;2.. except this time its a roller coaster ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr have 2.4! argghh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not you. i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114113700995255811?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114113700995255811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114113700995255811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/02/sat-went-crystal-jade-for-lunch.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114077777135465795</id><published>2006-02-24T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:42:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt go for training. )= i wanted to but i just couldnt. y e nt understanding part? hmmm.. i MUST go next tues. last fri didnt go, tues went but didnt play. hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say tht if u like/love someone, u would be happy even if their happiness means being with someone else. i used to think this was bull. how could someone possibly live like tht? how could someone live happily knowing that e person they like/love likes/loves someone else? but now i understand. i've been selfish. too selfish. my selfishness brought me to this plight tday. so now i'll just stand aside. no interference, no comments coming from me anymore. all i do is steer ppl in e wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped e acjc funfair last sat too. was too sick. still sick now but am much better than a few days back. thanks to all those who showed concerned when i was sick! :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh! gp vocab test &amp;econs P&amp;C test results really suprised me tday! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw aaron in e bus yst on e way home. he msged me &amp;asked me if i could pay him e 10 bucks NOW. i was shocked then turned ard from my seat n saw him. haha. long time since i saw him. caught up a bit. told me bout poly n all. i wonder wht i'll be studying now if i had gone to poly. science or business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's lots to do after getting home from sch everyday. its like home at 6 plus, bathe, dinner, hw&amp;revision then slp. was able to get online a few times but didnt have enough time to blog. from now on i'll probably blog on fridays &amp;e wkends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll sit back, relax &amp;enjoy e show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114077777135465795?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114077777135465795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114077777135465795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-didnt-go-for-training.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-114018856146559796</id><published>2006-02-17T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:02:41.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick. cough, cold &amp;a slight fever. paying attention in class today was so difficult as i was coughing every few seconds. think e ppl around me were irritated but didnt say anything. it was horrible, sometimes i coughed so hard i felt like throwing up. only went to school today cos i didnt want my studying for e econs test to go to waste. supposed to go acjc's fun fair tmr but i think i'll pass. sry for my last min decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for training on Vday. haha. said that all those no dates one will go. only 11 ppl turned up! lols. yj, salman &amp;ronald follwed us. they were really bad. laughed so loudly when we missed shots or passed e ball badly. next time wont ask them to come along le. only make us lose our concentration..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they r really ***holes. keep talking shit. treat ppl also like shit. their snobbish attitude; yucks! i feel like giving each a tight slap la. shared my thoughts abt them with someone. he/she also thinks e same. &amp;he/she gave me more reasons to hate them. he/she told me other incidents where they did things behind my back. at that time i couldnt believe what i was hearing. i once put them on my 'friends' list. sometimes they're like so so gd to me and then i find out that they have a motive for doing so. hais. they seriously dont deserve my concern anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said so before. GO WORSHIP HER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-114018856146559796?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114018856146559796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/114018856146559796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113983346600728443</id><published>2006-02-13T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:24:26.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate being flat footed. feet always hurt after walking long distances or doing exercise. hurts with every single step i take. want to get those shoes that r made especially for flat footed ppl, but mom says its very expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst wen to bai nian. 7 of us (including me) went. went to audrey, elson, yongjie &amp;michelle's house. had steamboat, played on swing &amp;played mahjong. it was a real tiring day. from e north went to west then went to east then to north agn then to north east. reached home at abt 10.15pm. went online for a while then went to slp. anyways, received a few ang paos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends r going through rough times. i've been through that so i know. sometimes i dont know what to say so i just keep quiet. when they tell me what they r going through, i cant help but think back. i was so stupid. i wanted smth i could nvr have. i knew he wouldnt change for me, yet i went on with it. i regret it so much. it has affected me a lot. i dont want e same thing to happen to them. i want them to give other ppl a chance. i want them to be happy &amp;just forget their past. i noe its hard but i hope they'll recover faster than i did. i hope they know that i'll always be there to lend a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going acjc fun fair this sat, i think. anyone wanna go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113983346600728443?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113983346600728443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113983346600728443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hate-being-flat-footed.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113966953176373480</id><published>2006-02-11T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:52:11.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw 2 of my childhood friends today. they're brothers. gosh, have they grown. havent seen them for 8 to 10 yrs. i think even if it was another 10 yrs i could still recognise them. hah. i still rmb e 'marriage' bit. e promise we made to each other. now its all sounds so silly. hmmm.. i wonder if he does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training yst. now legs are aching. run so much for exercise. some more they bluff us say its gonna be a slow jog. learnt new drills. quite fun compared to e usual stuffs we do. then had match for half an hour. hmmm.. i prefer this time e traning. less ppl, no yr1s or 3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr going to bai nian cos its e last day of cny. so fast. after that cannot receive ang pao le. except maybe on my bdae. which is FAR FAR AWAY. this wkend dun have time to rest. its hw hw hw or out out out. its a sad life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113966953176373480?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113966953176373480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113966953176373480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/02/saw-2-of-my-childhood-friends-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113939759488359300</id><published>2006-02-08T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:19:54.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided to blog. well, at least for a few more days, weeks or even months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e main reason for putting e pw thingy over e last few days was bcos i didnt want to blog anymore &amp;was thinking of just putting a tagboard cum guestbook thingy. things r getting too personal now &amp;i think many of them concern frequent readers of my blog. if thats not e case then they'll just tell them to e other ppl involved. i certainly do not want that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey shang, if u're reading this, my explanation is up there. sry for not replying u. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been real sucky. been pissed off almost everyday. maybe i'm too sensitive lahs. but if they were in my shoes i think they'll think e same. hais. not gonna mention anything bout it here. anyways, guess none of u noe that my temper's e worst in my family. hahs. i myself am scared i might flare up one fine day in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for training yst. there's a coach now. first impression was that he was one of e seniors. lols. his teaching's not bad. but we didnt get to play any match! except for this 1 on 1 thing. thats e sad part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school work is piling up. more tests each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's messed up. don't come &amp;bother me can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113939759488359300?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113939759488359300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113939759488359300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113878875462493672</id><published>2006-02-01T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:14:20.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from my long wkend. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news.&lt;br /&gt;NO PICTURE!&lt;br /&gt;actually, no clear, big picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;only took one by mistake when i took a pic of my cousin &amp;he was captured in e bg!&lt;br /&gt;when i have time to crop e pic &amp;enlarge it, i will post it here. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i gained weight. &lt;br /&gt;pineapple tarts, almond biscuits, cashew biscuits, bak kua, brownies, candy, tapioca chips..&lt;br /&gt;with all that, who wouldnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired though i caught some slp in e car.&lt;br /&gt;out almost e whole day since last fri.&lt;br /&gt;then its mahjong or blackjack till bout 1 or 2 in e morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst's dinner was real funny.&lt;br /&gt;we had 3 tables at this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;then this chicken dish came first to e table i was at only.&lt;br /&gt;we all digged in.&lt;br /&gt;soon after, ppl at e other 2 tables realised that dish wasnt one in e set we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;but too late, we had also ordered some rice.&lt;br /&gt;then e boss came, told us e dish was supposed to be another table's.&lt;br /&gt;quite embarrassing. e ppl at e other table were all staring at us.&lt;br /&gt;then e boss said its on e house! he blamed e waitresses.&lt;br /&gt;we had free chicken &amp;rice. lols.&lt;br /&gt;uncle's very rich!&lt;br /&gt;he payed for all 3 tables.&lt;br /&gt;300 plus ringgit for each table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;last thurs.&lt;br /&gt;jai told me bout bus 52.&lt;br /&gt;it goes straight to my house bus stop!&lt;br /&gt;now i can take less than an hr to get home!&lt;br /&gt;wooooooooooooooooo!! (:&lt;br /&gt;last time it took me at least an hr when i took 157 &amp;162.&lt;br /&gt;or 1 &amp;a half hrs when taking train &amp;410.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those smart enough can estimate e whereabouts of my home.&lt;br /&gt;haha! thank u jai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch for me tmr.&lt;br /&gt;reluctant. )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113878875462493672?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113878875462493672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113878875462493672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-from-my-long-wkend.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113850930622499579</id><published>2006-01-29T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T12:35:06.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;GONG XI FA CAI!&lt;br /&gt;GONG HEI FAT CHOY!&lt;br /&gt;(i only know those 3 lahs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steamboat last night!&lt;br /&gt;3 tables at grandpa's front porch.&lt;br /&gt;complete with red tables and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get to snap a pic! )=&lt;br /&gt;so many ppl ard; so pai seh.&lt;br /&gt;nvm. got another chance tonight, tmr &amp;tues.&lt;br /&gt;*biggg smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed in ipoh for e first night.&lt;br /&gt;received quite a no. of ang paos there already! :D&lt;br /&gt;so sad i didnt get to stay for e reunion dinner there &amp;see all my cousins, nephews &amp;niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandpa &amp;dreyy's bdae on tues.&lt;br /&gt;every1's busy planning what to do.&lt;br /&gt;cake? or big celebration like most of e time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113850930622499579?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113850930622499579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113850930622499579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinese-new-year-gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113844637324625698</id><published>2006-01-28T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T19:06:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in in kl now! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got lots to blog but wont.&lt;br /&gt;there's relatives swarming e whole house now &amp;here i am blogging away! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;super&lt;/u&gt; handsome cousin coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goal; snap a pic of him, know his name &amp;maybe even get to know him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound so desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! happy cny every1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113844637324625698?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113844637324625698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113844637324625698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-in-kl-now-got-lots-to-blog-but-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113775981140199232</id><published>2006-01-20T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:23:31.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what did u expect me to say?&lt;br /&gt;"its because of you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day i will.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;right in ur face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tung lok on sun.&lt;br /&gt;dim sum there is damn nice lah.&lt;br /&gt;but expensive. )=&lt;br /&gt;i think i prefer e centrepoint one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had floorball earlier.&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd training only! haha.&lt;br /&gt;more ppl this time as e yr1s joined in too.&lt;br /&gt;hui an came with us but suk mun left cos she's not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;hope she'll be better next wk to join us! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were happily eating &amp;drinking at e canteen at bartley when all of a sudden ppl started running past us.&lt;br /&gt;we then realised they had started training so we gobbled up e remaining of what we bought &amp;ran after them!&lt;br /&gt;damn funny lah. we all thought we were going to puke while running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i found smth gd bout bartley.&lt;br /&gt;their canteen has a wide variety of snacks. lols!&lt;br /&gt;while ours has like only 5 diff types.&lt;br /&gt;sooo good lahs. even have those snack machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played matches. 2 mins per game.&lt;br /&gt;had to keep changing teams as there were so many of us.&lt;br /&gt;didnt score though i was e forward.&lt;br /&gt;hah. tooo lousy le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been real stressful.&lt;br /&gt;its either lots of hw or tests for e next day.&lt;br /&gt;this year's gonna be totally diff than last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of being e middle &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;not trusting me? fine. that one i dun mind.&lt;br /&gt;but telling me smth &amp;saying smth else to another is just so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;stop putting words in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno whats her bloody problem.&lt;br /&gt;such sucky attitude.&lt;br /&gt;make me wanna puke only.&lt;br /&gt;u think u're e only one with problems?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's gotta change, or there's gonna be more ppl who...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113775981140199232?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113775981140199232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113775981140199232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-did-u-expect-me-to-say-its.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113716323722548847</id><published>2006-01-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:40:37.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANNA COMPLAIN!&lt;br /&gt;OUR WHOLE CLASS SHOULD SIGN A PETITION TO CHANGE OUR ECONS TEACHER.&lt;br /&gt;DONT CARE ABOUT HER BEING E ONLY YR2 TEACHER FOR ECONS.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MR CHEE BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she chased two ppl out of e class today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;e reason was because they were talking.&lt;br /&gt;wth lor. everyone was talking among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;at least those two did not talk loudly or distrupt e class.&lt;br /&gt;one of them actually talked back to her. good for him!&lt;br /&gt;he even walked into class after getting out when she asked him to go out.&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE! haha. I LIKED E LOOK ON HER FACE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention her handwritings' terrible?&lt;br /&gt;think i did. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;when she cant spell something, she scribbles to make it look like she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DO YOU ALL UNDERSTAND?", "YOU ALL GET WHAT I MEAN OR NOT?", "ARE YOU ALL CLEAR?".&lt;br /&gt;these questions are each asked like 10 times per lesson lah. omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough bout her.&lt;br /&gt;someone change our teacher pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had e pwrpt presentation today.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would be confident at first.&lt;br /&gt;but then when it was my turn i freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;my hands were trembling like no one's business lah.&lt;br /&gt;i even forgot some things i had to say for e statistics &amp;laws.&lt;br /&gt;to our whole group's surprise, many ppl said we looked confident &amp;werent nervous. wow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been really busy e last few days.&lt;br /&gt;project &amp;lots of hw.&lt;br /&gt;including e econs assignment we had to &lt;u&gt;redo&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;yst even stayed up till 1am to do e project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did he get my msn?&lt;br /&gt;i blocked him like 34514123564 years ago lah.&lt;br /&gt;noooooooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tired. tml still hafta go out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113716323722548847?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113716323722548847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113716323722548847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wanna-complain-our-whole-class.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113686350617373108</id><published>2006-01-10T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T11:32:27.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to queensway on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;e place was really crowded lah.&lt;br /&gt;plus it was raining heavily outside so i guess many ppl decided to stay indoors.&lt;br /&gt;bought some stuff but they werent those i actually wanted to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst i was late for sch.&lt;br /&gt;FOR E FIRST TIME. hah.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to take a PIE as usual, but mom &amp;i heard on e radio that there were already a few accidents &amp;there was a massive jam.&lt;br /&gt;we decided to take e bukit timah way.&lt;br /&gt;BAD CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;huge jam plus after a few mins, we realised we took the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;like wth. i was quite pissed with mom.&lt;br /&gt;she's always so blur at directions.&lt;br /&gt;so we had to take a few u turns then i reached sch at 7.50 just in time to see e malay dance.&lt;br /&gt;teachers asked all e late comers to assemble in e canteen.&lt;br /&gt;considering how short i am &amp;how e yr1s were blocking me from e middle of e assembly place, i didnt get to see one bit of e dance. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chi was e first period.&lt;br /&gt;we were ALL dreading it.&lt;br /&gt;we thought she would continue with e introduction of ourselves which she started last thurs.&lt;br /&gt;but in e end, we only did jian bao.&lt;br /&gt;some more she gave us two periods to do one article.&lt;br /&gt;so cool right. &amp;we didnt even finish it.&lt;br /&gt;did abt 3/4 page only. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs lesson was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;went to lt4 which we shared with another class.&lt;br /&gt;then mich suddenly ask me what i thought e pic on e board was.&lt;br /&gt;i started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;for those who knew what e pic looked like, u would know y i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;then we were like 'r u thinking what im thinking?'&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to ask other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;suk mun, being how she usually is, answered us in e most honest way.&lt;br /&gt;we were all laughing like mad lah.&lt;br /&gt;then e grp of us girls, went to ask e guys.&lt;br /&gt;cannot believe some of them r so innocent lahs.&lt;br /&gt;haha. especially hui an &amp;aud, hors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch, gwen, mich &amp;aud decided to come to my place &amp;do e project.&lt;br /&gt;we stopped at j8 to get smth to eat &amp;bought our dinners there.&lt;br /&gt;they keep saying i still look e same since young lors.&lt;br /&gt;next time i must hide all e old photos.&lt;br /&gt;managed to plan all our slides &amp;did a little of research.&lt;br /&gt;split up e remaining work then they left at 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i gotta do more research plus learn those ci yu for thurs.&lt;br /&gt;no more holiday for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have been so blind.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i saw it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;now it may be too late.  ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113686350617373108?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113686350617373108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113686350617373108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/01/went-to-queensway-on-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113654604568012811</id><published>2006-01-06T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:14:05.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e first week of sch has sure passed quickly.&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like yst was e first day of sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go back to sch on mon, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new econs teacher's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;MAD, i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;speak so soft.&lt;br /&gt;handwriting's terrible. (e word PRICE was actually mistaken for GRID by a few of us.)&lt;br /&gt;write answers in tys CANNOT.&lt;br /&gt;write notes in lecture notes CANNOT.&lt;br /&gt;wth. arggh.&lt;br /&gt;still want us to bind notes with dunno what ring or green string.&lt;br /&gt;so fussy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she should let us do whatever we want.&lt;br /&gt;after all, we have diff study methods.&lt;br /&gt;i soooo dread econs lessons now.&lt;br /&gt;listening to her voice can put one in deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;hah. by this rate, i'm not gonna get e B i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed chi teacher.&lt;br /&gt;no longer mdm ong.&lt;br /&gt;@#^%^*%^$%&amp;%^*%^&lt;br /&gt;(e above say a thousand words abt e new class &amp;teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she may not know this, but our friendship is gonna end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yst we were told of a gp project.&lt;br /&gt;last min thing. must present next week.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. its gonna be like PW where there's questions asked at e end of it i think.&lt;br /&gt;so today (as well as yst) during gp went to e library to do research.&lt;br /&gt;no coms were available so we headed for e com lab.&lt;br /&gt;on e way, stopped and watched e yr1s played games.&lt;br /&gt;e games they played r much more fun then what we had last year lahs! no fair! )=&lt;br /&gt;haha. watched for a while then wen back to e library.&lt;br /&gt;there was this 'arguement' going on in e s5 blog.&lt;br /&gt;everytime mr tan came to check on us, we would then change window &amp;'research'.&lt;br /&gt;quite fun lah. our class seems more united this year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;at clementi, with e class girls.&lt;br /&gt;ate pizza hut. yumm. :D&lt;br /&gt;ordered food at 1.30.&lt;br /&gt;hur. phy lect was going to start at 2.15.&lt;br /&gt;decided if we were too late then we wouldnt go.&lt;br /&gt;food came at abt 1.50.&lt;br /&gt;that meant we had 10 mins to gobble up eveything in front of us &amp;head for sch!&lt;br /&gt;haha. but we didnt lahs.&lt;br /&gt;took our own sweet time. (actually kinda lost track of time?)&lt;br /&gt;finished at 2.20 i think.&lt;br /&gt;paid n made our way out.&lt;br /&gt;reached ground floor &amp;saw it was raining. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;took cab at 2.35. lols.&lt;br /&gt;reached lect just before 3 &amp;gave e guys some pizza.&lt;br /&gt;considering that we went for lect &amp;didnt skip it, made mr chang a happy man.&lt;br /&gt;hah! i mean he wasnt angry at us for being 45 mins late.&lt;br /&gt;and then, lect ended 25 mins later.&lt;br /&gt;wasted. had to take a cab &amp;didnt really learn anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna get some things this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;finding my kaki. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113654604568012811?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113654604568012811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113654604568012811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/01/e-first-week-of-sch-has-sure-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113628596885068695</id><published>2006-01-03T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:26:28.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school wasnt as bad as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many MANY yr1s.&lt;br /&gt;might be bigger than last yr's april batch.&lt;br /&gt;dont know abt last yr's jan batch though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new principal.&lt;br /&gt;quite cool lah he.&lt;br /&gt;showed us his o &amp;a lvl results slip.&lt;br /&gt;wah. not e kind one expects to see on e PRINCIPAL's cert OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;he came into e hall with a sleeveless tee tucked into slacks &amp;had a jacket on.&lt;br /&gt;hah. turns out he had a motive.&lt;br /&gt;he showed us slides of him running marathons, triathalons &amp;then linked them to our studying 'race'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave up on my gp &amp; chi ppr today.&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY LAH. i felt like sleeping throughout e two pprs.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i'm gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;(no surprise there. lols.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noticeboard commitee. PW rep?&lt;br /&gt;WWWHHHAAATTT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113628596885068695?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113628596885068695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113628596885068695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-wasnt-as-bad-as-i-thought-it.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113617068805947723</id><published>2006-01-02T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T10:58:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a new year.&lt;br /&gt;time to leave all e unhappy memories behind &amp;bring all e good ones with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to look forward to next year.&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm gonna be 18. (can drive in both sg &amp;msia!)&lt;br /&gt;2. uncle's wedding at FULLERTON. &lt;br /&gt;3. gonna get contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to compasspoint yst.&lt;br /&gt;drey got her new phone, k750i.&lt;br /&gt;she took a long time to decide whether she wanted to stay with m1 or switch to singtel lah.&lt;br /&gt;i almost died while waiting for her decision.&lt;br /&gt;that phone is good.&lt;br /&gt;better than my phone. ): hah.&lt;br /&gt;at first i didnt have a gd impression of sony ericsson phones.&lt;br /&gt;but after seeing drey's phone, i realised i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;it has got these functions like an actual digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;it also has got programs like music DJ, video DJ &amp; photo DJ where all e editing can be done.&lt;br /&gt;so cool right. lols.&lt;br /&gt;actually i had another reason to tag along with dad &amp;drey yst to compasspoint.&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping to see him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schools starts tml.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't studied for e tests.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done e chi hw. (btw, i saw e ppr &amp;it said this must be handed in by 1 yue 15 ri. :D don't need to finish by today!)&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done any revision.&lt;br /&gt;what else haven't i done? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113617068805947723?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113617068805947723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113617068805947723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113594099238726673</id><published>2005-12-30T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:09:52.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to say it and it's hard for me,&lt;br /&gt;You got me cryin' like I thought I would never be.&lt;br /&gt;Love is believin' but you let me down;&lt;br /&gt;How can I love you when you ain't around ?&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to the morning and you never call.&lt;br /&gt;Love should be everything or not at all.&lt;br /&gt;And it don't matter what ever you do;&lt;br /&gt;I made a life out of lovin' you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to find any dream that I follow is dying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm cryin' in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I could be searchin' my world for a love everlasting,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling no pain, when will we meet again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do you have to be a heartbreaker ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a lesson that I never knew ?&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get out of the spell that I'm under,&lt;br /&gt;My love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be a heartbreaker,&lt;br /&gt;When I was bein' what you want me to be ?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything I ever wanted has passed me by,&lt;br /&gt;This world may end, not you and I.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is stronger than the universe.&lt;br /&gt;My soul is cryin' for you,&lt;br /&gt;And that can not be reversed.&lt;br /&gt;You made the rules and you could not see;&lt;br /&gt;You made a life out of hurtin' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of my mind, I am held by the power of you love.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me when do we try, or should we say goodbye ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why do you have to be a heartbreaker,&lt;br /&gt;When I was bein' what you want me to be ?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything I ever wanted has passed me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why do you have to be a heartbreaker ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a lesson that I never knew ?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything I ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;My love for you, oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to be a heartbreaker,&lt;br /&gt;When I was bein' what you want me to be?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everything I ever wanted has passed me by.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how most guys smile then not nice already?&lt;br /&gt;haha. my cousin's different!&lt;br /&gt;smile's nice.&lt;br /&gt;smile with teeth also nice.&lt;br /&gt;i think when he's angry, frowns or even cries will still be as good looking.&lt;br /&gt;wah. cant wait for cny to snap a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, gwen says our classroom next year will be on e first floor!&lt;br /&gt;hoooooraaaaaay!!!&lt;br /&gt;no more climbing...&lt;br /&gt;lols! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what i'm gonna do on e first day of school b4 assembly...&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113594099238726673?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113594099238726673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113594099238726673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-got-to-say-it-and-its-hard-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113584570659677450</id><published>2005-12-29T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:46:16.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'MMMMM BAAAAAACK.&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE MISSED ME? hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas was &lt;u&gt;GREAT&lt;/u&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a summary of how i spent it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T H U R S D A Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left home around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;maid didnt come along.&lt;br /&gt;so there was more room in e car! (=&lt;br /&gt;slept most of e way there.&lt;br /&gt;there's nth else to do except listen to my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;but it hasnt been updated for a while so i decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;reached kl just after 12am then went slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F R I D A Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up 10 plus.&lt;br /&gt;seriously cant rmb what happened that day. hur.&lt;br /&gt;i think e whole day was spent at home watching dvds.&lt;br /&gt;watched aeon flux, corpse bride &amp;king kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S A T U R D A Y&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas eve! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;went for a day trip to genting.&lt;br /&gt;long time since i last went up there.&lt;br /&gt;at first e plan was just to go halfway up to eat.&lt;br /&gt;after eating then e decision was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really cold up there though temperatures were only about 16 or 17 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;but i was in a t-shirt n skirt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;cant blame me, i didnt know earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all there were 18 of us who went.&lt;br /&gt;3 cars. 5 5 8.&lt;br /&gt;haha. e odessy was able to take 8 of us.&lt;br /&gt;watched aeon flux again on e way up.&lt;br /&gt;so cool. i also want a tv in dad's car. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked around at e few shops, hotel lobbies, theme park &amp;passed e casinos!&lt;br /&gt;too bad i'm not of age to go in one as i was e only one properly dressed among all of us to be allowed in!&lt;br /&gt;*huge sigh* )))))=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on e way down, everyone decided to visit e family farm.&lt;br /&gt;yup! e Lai family farm. lols.&lt;br /&gt;to our huge suprise, e outside was transformed into an indian temple.&lt;br /&gt;there were ppl everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;praying, talking &amp;swimming in e stream.&lt;br /&gt;we had to follow a path - single lined, all e way to e farm.&lt;br /&gt;e 3 storey house they had there years ago had only one left.&lt;br /&gt;e rest was burned &amp;knocked down.&lt;br /&gt;grandma said drug addicts last time were resposible for all that.&lt;br /&gt;one floor is only a quarter of my house.&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how 40 over ppl would cram in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S U N D A Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS DAY! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;woke up &amp;saw many messages on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;sorry to all who sent me christmas wishes &amp;didnt get any back.&lt;br /&gt;dad would kill me if i sent any more messages. ):&lt;br /&gt;bathed &amp;rushed to go to grandma's church's celebration.&lt;br /&gt;apparently there were so many ppl that e celebration couldnt be held at e church so it was held at e stadium.&lt;br /&gt;there were a few hundred ppl present.&lt;br /&gt;good huh. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e performance was nice.&lt;br /&gt;30 odd kids were on stage dressed as angels.&lt;br /&gt;it was about e day Jesus was born &amp;how all e angels were excited &amp;preparing for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, we had e christmas dinner!&lt;br /&gt;wooooooo! it was yummmmmmy!&lt;br /&gt;grandpa's house was once again flooded with ppl.&lt;br /&gt;there were at least 60 ppl around.&lt;br /&gt;we had e normal.&lt;br /&gt;e huge roast pig &amp;turkey.&lt;br /&gt;when i say huge i mean its length is as long as my height.&lt;br /&gt;maybe even longer. delicious. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;ppl brought curry, cakes, jelly &amp; lots more.&lt;br /&gt;AND... I SAW HIM! eye candy. :D&lt;br /&gt;but he's my cousin lahs.&lt;br /&gt;he's &lt;s&gt;farking&lt;/s&gt; handsome can.&lt;br /&gt;e MOST good looking asian i've seen.&lt;br /&gt;too bad i didnt get to snap a picture of him or i would post it up here for all to see &amp;drool on. haha!&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know he's so closely related to me!&lt;br /&gt;his brother isnt that bad too. &lt;br /&gt;(wah. must stop thinking like that.) &lt;br /&gt;anyways, i hope i get to see him during cny so i can get a pic.&lt;br /&gt;hah. &amp;i forgot his name.&lt;br /&gt;that is so so sad. )'=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during e dinner, we put on e video of our family that goes way back to 1940.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was guessing n trying to name e ppl they saw.&lt;br /&gt;some couldnt believe that that was how they behaved &amp;looked like then.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was having a good time laughing about e silly things they used to do.&lt;br /&gt;i saw great grandpa &amp;great grandma in e video.&lt;br /&gt;there was one part where it was great grandpa's birthday &amp;all 15 children had to serve tea to them.&lt;br /&gt;it was a long process as all e generations took part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M O N D A Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er... another day i cant rmb what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T U E S D A Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was e day we were SUPPOSED to go back.&lt;br /&gt;but instead we went on another day trip, this time to a place called Bukit Tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;its near genting but not as high up.&lt;br /&gt;there was this one street town called Colmar Tropicale, a french place.&lt;br /&gt;went to e japanese tea garden for a long nature walk.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;to e rabbit farm.&lt;br /&gt;rabbit farm was so so.&lt;br /&gt;e rabbits there are so familiar with ppl that u can walk up to them n touch or carry it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night we had steamboat. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;W E D N E S D A Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping!! at one utama.&lt;br /&gt;bought a few stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;i could shop some more but everyone was too tired to walk.&lt;br /&gt;*another sigh*&lt;br /&gt;then left for sg at 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a good xmas cum holiday.&lt;br /&gt;did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. this is my longest post.&lt;br /&gt;haha. wont see any longer ones any day soon.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cny. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113584570659677450?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113584570659677450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113584570659677450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/12/immmmm-baaaaaack.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113506908010015901</id><published>2005-12-20T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:09:06.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on sun (or was it sat?) went wit mom to The Cocoa Trees main outlet.&lt;br /&gt;mom's friend owns it. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. bought lots of chocs!&lt;br /&gt;at a discounted price of course. (=&lt;br /&gt;bought some for xmas pressies &amp;a few for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found two baby pigeons outside my room on sun.&lt;br /&gt;they were like chirping away early in e morn.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;this is e 2nd time already.&lt;br /&gt;they're really really smelly &amp;UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;yup, possibly e ugliest things i've seen.&lt;br /&gt;haha. cant wait for them to fly away so i can open e window for fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be spending xmas in m'sia agn.&lt;br /&gt;lols. it'll be great!&lt;br /&gt;turkey, roast pork, ham, log cakes, fruit cakes, pressies &amp;a whole group of relatives to share them with.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;it'll all be happening at grandpa's house cos he's one of e oldest.&lt;br /&gt;who could ever ask for more? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. i'm gonna be soooo FAT after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113506908010015901?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113506908010015901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113506908010015901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/12/on-sun-or-was-it-sat-went-wit-mom-to.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113455256616577926</id><published>2005-12-14T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:29:26.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE WEAVERS DIDNT WIN!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;while watching e first part of e finale, i actually thought they were.&lt;br /&gt;that goes to show that nth gd comes out from calling others 'Desperate Housewives' &amp; 'GI Jones'.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention e whiny attitude that all of them had.&lt;br /&gt;ha! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed e last episode of survivor.&lt;br /&gt;that is so so sad. )=&lt;br /&gt;i think danni deserved it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;after stef's constant 'betrayal' of voting those ppl out who shared rewards with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so thats basically it.&lt;br /&gt;my holidays revolve ard e TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been gd so far.&lt;br /&gt;no troubles, nth. (:&lt;br /&gt;no consistent pestering.&lt;br /&gt;not much arguements...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113455256616577926?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113455256616577926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113455256616577926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/12/weavers-didnt-win-woooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113387941679170121</id><published>2005-12-06T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:30:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ppl may think im stupid. &lt;br /&gt;not being able to forget &amp;all.&lt;br /&gt;shit lahs. &amp;its been so long already.&lt;br /&gt;i so wanna forget can.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CAN'T. JUST CAN'T.&lt;br /&gt;farkk. i'm so so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;e stupidest person on earth okay?&lt;br /&gt;so stupid that u actually lied to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;i BELIEVED u. ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e conversation bout getting my lisence isnt getting anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;dad goes on abt how it isnt safe for me to drive in msia.&lt;br /&gt;one, i dont really know my way round.&lt;br /&gt;two, its super dangerous w all those crime ard.&lt;br /&gt;nooooo.. this may mean i gotta wait a few more yrs.&lt;br /&gt;yep, YEARS. :'(&lt;br /&gt;can cry already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;MOM SAYS I CAN WEAR CONTACTS!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;all i've gotta do now is find some good &amp;cheap ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113387941679170121?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113387941679170121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113387941679170121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/12/ppl-may-think-im-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113376438445176317</id><published>2005-12-05T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:33:04.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SNAKES &amp;LADDERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having lots &amp;lots of weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;one after e other. WWWHHY?&lt;br /&gt;normally i dont have any dreams at all.&lt;br /&gt;sian. &amp;in e dreams i ALWAYS end up embarrassing myself one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u came back into my life just as i was abt to forget u.&lt;br /&gt;u made me rmb all those promises.&lt;br /&gt;u let me down &amp;down agn.&lt;br /&gt;u crushed my hopes just like that, u know?&lt;br /&gt;fark. i hate u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113376438445176317?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113376438445176317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113376438445176317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/12/snakes-ladders.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113362028030914672</id><published>2005-12-03T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:31:20.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont want a lot for christmas,&lt;br /&gt;there is just one thing i need.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care about presents,&lt;br /&gt;underneath the christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need to hang my stocking,&lt;br /&gt;there upon the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus wont make me happy,&lt;br /&gt;with a toy on christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;i just want you for my own,&lt;br /&gt;more than you could ever know.&lt;br /&gt;make my wish come true,&lt;br /&gt;all i want for christmas is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113362028030914672?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113362028030914672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113362028030914672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-dont-want-lot-for-christmas-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113352928370558641</id><published>2005-12-02T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T21:14:43.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIS HAS GONE TO CAMP !&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOoooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one to sing with in e middle of e night.&lt;br /&gt;no one to listen to all my crap.&lt;br /&gt;no one to scream, jump &amp;run ard in e house with.&lt;br /&gt;no one to watch tv with me.&lt;br /&gt;no one to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;no one to whine to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2moredays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isketch.org/"&gt;isketch&lt;/a&gt; &amp;sudoku.&lt;br /&gt;i like :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113352928370558641?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113352928370558641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113352928370558641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/12/sis-has-gone-to-camp-noooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113333032897423856</id><published>2005-11-30T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:58:48.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't been blogging for abt half a month.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day (shan't say which day), i saw someone.&lt;br /&gt;e someone at e very top of my 'PEOPLE-I-DON'T-WANT-TO-SEE' list.&lt;br /&gt;HA, was i scared.&lt;br /&gt;i tried not to have any eye contact or anything.&lt;br /&gt;i deliberately walked one whole round to get to e other side other than walk in front of THEM.&lt;br /&gt;yup, that someone was with someone.&lt;br /&gt;my day was already cursed even when i thought i could never be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when out wit laiing, ben &amp;joseph, some time last week.&lt;br /&gt;a.lim supposed to join us but couldnt in e end.&lt;br /&gt;haven't seen her since e LJS after sch.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... we went to eat &amp;did a little shopping.&lt;br /&gt;looked at those skirts i've been wanting to buy for a long time, tried on hats, shoes, &amp;looked at tops.&lt;br /&gt;then went home in time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go shop agn soon!&lt;br /&gt;m'sia certainly wasn't enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of m'sia, i just came back from there two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;accompanied dad to see grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;apparently grandma wasnt there, so it was just grandpa, dad &amp;me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;e aunties n uncles of course.&lt;br /&gt;who IN FACT came pratically everyday to play mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;e oldies (hehe) wouldn't let me play so i went WINDOW SHOPPING with auntie frannie.&lt;br /&gt;went to bukit bintang.&lt;br /&gt;it's like a mini orchard when compared to sg. ha.&lt;br /&gt;drove ard e city area &amp;observed e nite life.&lt;br /&gt;it was only that day that i realised kl had so many 5* hotels!&lt;br /&gt;there were like more than 10 in that small area.&lt;br /&gt;CALL MYSELF A M'SIAN. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i was so fascinated by how they decorated e landscape outside e hotels.&lt;br /&gt;they all looked so so grand! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm eligible to drive!!!&lt;br /&gt;in m'sia that is.&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to talk mom &amp;dad into letting me get my licence.&lt;br /&gt;but so far, i've failed getting them to talk abt it.&lt;br /&gt;man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update next time on whether i'm successful.&lt;br /&gt;lets hope i will be. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's like a light of a new day&lt;br /&gt;It came from out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;Breaking me out of the spell I was in&lt;br /&gt;Making all of my wishes come true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113333032897423856?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113333032897423856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113333032897423856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-havent-been-blogging-for-abt-half.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113210945508511910</id><published>2005-11-16T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:50:55.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gonna watch harry potter TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, damn happy. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pw thingy is gonna be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;only gonna tell a few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking abt it a lot these few days.&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell u soon, i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113210945508511910?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113210945508511910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113210945508511910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/11/gonna-watch-harry-potter-today-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113171698728176062</id><published>2005-11-11T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:49:47.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my face is peeling.&lt;br /&gt;my WHOLE face.&lt;br /&gt;bcos of that sentosa trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;i've got lots of blisters on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna hide at home for a while.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113171698728176062?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113171698728176062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113171698728176062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-face-is-peeling.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113162265116854011</id><published>2005-11-10T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T19:37:31.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what she went through was HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;i understand.. &lt;br /&gt;i went through e same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;i thought mine was bad.&lt;br /&gt;feel soooo sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;wish that bytch could just...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113162265116854011?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113162265116854011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113162265116854011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-she-went-through-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113127650780773744</id><published>2005-11-06T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T19:28:27.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOGGING LAHS. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in msia for e last wk or so.&lt;br /&gt;did e usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;eat gooood food, slp, play, slack, watch dvds.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;of course, e must have; 3 coffees a day. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, im quite a coffee addict.&lt;br /&gt;my parents are, so ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go to sunway but didnt in e end.&lt;br /&gt;there was absolutely NOT ENOUGH TIME.&lt;br /&gt;bcos it was &lt;b&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/b&gt; all e way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep...&lt;br /&gt;one day isnt enough for one shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually haf a lot to blog abt but im lazy.&lt;br /&gt;haha. dats all then. :DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113127650780773744?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113127650780773744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113127650780773744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogging-lahs.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113051039690691279</id><published>2005-10-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:16:12.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mr chee's leaving us.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, he'll still be there in sch but wont be teaching us next yr.&lt;br /&gt;i noe e yr3s would need him, but so do we.&lt;br /&gt;he's a great teacher, better than dat ms wong anyways.&lt;br /&gt;wonder who will be taking us next yr.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope he/she's a gd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr chen will be our home tutor agn next yr.&lt;br /&gt;no comments though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to change any teachers, can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113051039690691279?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113051039690691279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113051039690691279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/10/mr-chees-leaving-us.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-113041787341759182</id><published>2005-10-27T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:00:08.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my results were okay.&lt;br /&gt;passed everything except gp.&lt;br /&gt;parents arent too pleased.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've improved already.&lt;br /&gt;though they didnt say much, i know they expected more from me.&lt;br /&gt;i've let them down again - gp &amp; chi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few ppl in class didnt do as well as expected.&lt;br /&gt;they didnt meet e criteria.&lt;br /&gt;i hope e principal&amp;teachers give them one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;it shoudnt be all abt e promos.&lt;br /&gt;it should be how much effort they've put in &amp; e improvement since midyrs.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know wad else to say, jus wanna wish them gd luck with e parent-teacher thingy tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out wit amanda lim&amp; laiing yst.&lt;br /&gt;u noe, when im with them, i dont feel left out AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel what i've been feeling all along this year.&lt;br /&gt;walked ard e esplanade&amp;marina square.&lt;br /&gt;caught up with them.. &lt;br /&gt;really glad to have them as friends. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday went out wit laiing to east coast to blade.&lt;br /&gt;i swear im not going back them to blade agn w/o a spray.&lt;br /&gt;a super strong smelling one, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;e protective gear there is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;imagine sweat collected from everyone since e ppl there bought them.&lt;br /&gt;YES, IT IS THAT HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;managed to not fall n embarrass myself.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;after that went to parkway parade to shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to kl soon!&lt;br /&gt;damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 it.&lt;br /&gt;its either shop, play, eat or slp over there.&lt;br /&gt;nth but having fun 24/7  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-113041787341759182?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113041787341759182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/113041787341759182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-results-were-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112980408151256500</id><published>2005-10-20T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:28:01.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so, its confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;we will be getting back our results on the 26th of oct, wed.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is stressed.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts abt retaining is on everyone's mind.&lt;br /&gt;it may be a surprise to some of u that it has crossed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, it ALWAYS does.&lt;br /&gt;promos is so diff from midyrs.&lt;br /&gt;so pls stop telling me i'll do well n i have nth to worry abt.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE. YOU KNOW NTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e date of release was postponed, it should have been earlier.&lt;br /&gt;chen said they have to moderate as there are a lot of ppl who cant meet e criteria.&lt;br /&gt;to make matters worse, chee said that some of us in S5 CONFIRM cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;i so dread next wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gp was relatively fun.&lt;br /&gt;at first all the girls were playing together.&lt;br /&gt;then tan asked if we wanted to play win lose or draw.&lt;br /&gt;so we did - girls against the guys.&lt;br /&gt;it was mainly movie titles though.&lt;br /&gt;guys won by 2points )=&lt;br /&gt;haha. nvm, we still have another chance to beat them next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my apologies to laiing&amp;yilin for not making it today.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112980408151256500?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112980408151256500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112980408151256500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-its-confirmed.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112960916771009164</id><published>2005-10-18T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:19:27.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES  NO  MAYBE&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs marked e end of promos&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play at causeway.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be at bb but then it didnt have that particular machine we were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;went over to sze chi's house - she lent us all shirts and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;so nice of her huh? (=&lt;br /&gt;stayed till 9 then made my way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was fun, especially e sweet thingy.&lt;br /&gt;all of us wen crazy over that silly machine.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was play, play and MORE PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112960916771009164?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112960916771009164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112960916771009164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/10/yes-no-maybe-i-dont-know-thurs-marked.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112910522729632468</id><published>2005-10-12T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:20:27.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ppl. not sure if this is true but do take note of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time in November or December, bomb blasts will be heard in as many as four MRT stations here. The Ministry of Home Affairs wants to know how well-prepared Singaporeans are if terrorists strike and, unlike other SCDF exercises, Singaporeans won't have a choice as to whether or not they want to take part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no warning, no schedule. If you happen to be a commuter at the selected stations? and the exercise is likely to take place during peak hours? Deputy Prime Minister Wong Kan Seng is waiting to see how ready you are. "Please cooperate with us, please carry on as normal, but at the same time please play a part. But as to when it will happen, we will not say. There is no warning by terrorists before they bomb a station," said Mr Wong in an exclusive interview with Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when he heard about the July 7 terror attacks on London's subway trains, his thoughts turned naturally to Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;"I thought, despite all the preparations they've made, it has happened to them. Which means, despite all the preparations that we're making, or have made, it can happen to us," said Mr Wong, who is also the Home Affairs Minister. He commended the London authorities and Londoners for the way in which they dealt with the attacks. Would Singaporeans be as brave? "I hope they would respond the same way," said Mr Wong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exercise in November may offer some clues, though officials here started taking notes much earlier. Soon after the London blasts, a team of police officers from Singapore visited London to see what lessons could be drawn from the tragedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wong was coy about sharing details. "The last thing you want to do is to let the enemy know what you're doing." But he added: "We've learned a lot. And in time, we'll share that with others ? But looking at how Londoners reacted to the bombing, and how they went about their normal lives, I think that is something Singaporeans should learn." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His greatest fear is that if, or when, terrorists succeed in hitting Singapore, its citizens will flee. "We have to make sure that we can't be defeated by this," he said. "If a bomb explodes and (people) run away, I think the terrorists will have won. We cannot let ourselves be defeated by our own doing; we have to stand up and say: 'No, we must persist and we must carry on.'" ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112910522729632468?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112910522729632468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112910522729632468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112902618438137399</id><published>2005-10-11T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T19:14:16.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promos is gonna end!&lt;br /&gt;how happy can one get??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last paper on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;ECONS.&lt;br /&gt;screwed up p3, dont know what will happen to 1&amp;2 then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, math went well for me.&lt;br /&gt;could do most of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;hope there arent any careless mistakes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..&lt;br /&gt;went down to clark quay on sat after dinner with relatives.&lt;br /&gt;saw a few places i didnt know existed in s'pore.&lt;br /&gt;there's one called HOOTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;they had a sign saying 'hooters waitresses are flatterly operated'&lt;br /&gt;as you might have guessed, all the waitresses there have big boobs!&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing away when i saw that, then i passed the entrance..&lt;br /&gt;a few waitresses were doing a hula hoop dance. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, &amp;there's another place called the ONE NIGHT STAND.&lt;br /&gt;at first i thought it was some hotel, but it wasnt!&lt;br /&gt;it was just a bar with a band playing.&lt;br /&gt;'harmless' huh. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunt told me that CRAZY HORSE is coming to s'pore.&lt;br /&gt;'whats so special?', i asked.&lt;br /&gt;'topless dancers', she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &amp;after that the big group of us went to jln kayu for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;haha. had to say that.&lt;br /&gt;felt like i was telling a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you 'love' her so much,&lt;br /&gt;GO WORSHIP HER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112902618438137399?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112902618438137399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112902618438137399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/10/she-disgusts-me.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112860496990584296</id><published>2005-10-06T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T21:22:49.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SO HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who wished me a happy birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;really appreciate those who celebrated my birthday wit me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promos so far has sucked.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not confident abt passing any of e papers.&lt;br /&gt;WWWHHHYYY.&lt;br /&gt;i studied..&lt;br /&gt;and yet... sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind's full bout everything else except e subj itself..&lt;br /&gt;i noe i shouldnt let it disturb me, but i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;i lose focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have hope for my math ppr on monday.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112860496990584296?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112860496990584296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112860496990584296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112781468716165890</id><published>2005-09-27T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T17:51:27.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a TERRIFIC example of my non existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112781468716165890?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112781468716165890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112781468716165890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-was-terrific-example-of-my-non.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112757157653454799</id><published>2005-09-24T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:19:36.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>teachers in sch r really rushing.&lt;br /&gt;until now dey arent finished wit e syllabus!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;promos start like next fri???&lt;br /&gt;GP's first. tg. (=&lt;br /&gt;dun need to study much for dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've only started revising a little on math.&lt;br /&gt;havent touched on e others yet.&lt;br /&gt;there's already so much to do after i get home everyday leaving little time for revising. hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress is really building up.&lt;br /&gt;it's e pressure of doing as well as midyrs.&lt;br /&gt;but promos r sooooo diff from midyrs OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;things r getting better wit my frens.&lt;br /&gt;which is gd, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's away agn.&lt;br /&gt;wen back to m'sia for aunt steph's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;cant believe it ; she married her uncle!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;dad hasnt replied my sms.&lt;br /&gt;must be playing mahjong agn with e aunties. lols!&lt;br /&gt;i miss watching them play.&lt;br /&gt;one time i even heard my grandpa swear in cantonese while playing.&lt;br /&gt;dat was e one n only time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patricia&amp;limin r thinking of joining floorball!&lt;br /&gt;yay! MORE COMPANY! :D&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to play agn after promos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112757157653454799?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112757157653454799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112757157653454799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/09/teachers-in-sch-r-really-rushing.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112678464962736104</id><published>2005-09-15T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T19:44:09.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent been blogging for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;i've been pretty busy studying.&lt;br /&gt;yes, amanda HAS started studying. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;no longer e one day b4 exam study thing.&lt;br /&gt;because...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do well!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;i wanna pe promoted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today made me wonder how everything would be now if i had changed my first day at 05s5.&lt;br /&gt;if i had jus made dat move..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112678464962736104?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112678464962736104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112678464962736104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/09/havent-been-blogging-for-quite-some.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112623903405637266</id><published>2005-09-09T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:10:34.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wen wit drey for mac breakfast this morn.&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since i ate there.&lt;br /&gt;ate sausage mcmuffin wif egg (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;someone pls SLAP ME.&lt;br /&gt;i've been slacking.&lt;br /&gt;no studying or revision whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;just hmwk. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha. n im going out agn now.&lt;br /&gt;there goes my precious time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112623903405637266?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112623903405637266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112623903405637266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/09/wen-wit-drey-for-mac-breakfast-this.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112607359292084931</id><published>2005-09-07T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:13:12.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am i e only one ard who cares?&lt;br /&gt;e one who bothers bout her friend's well being.&lt;br /&gt;e one dat makes sure no one gets left behind.&lt;br /&gt;e one dat tries to involve everyone in a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;e one who takes e initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im tired of doing all those cos in e end i only get ignored!&lt;br /&gt;im sick of following..&lt;br /&gt;n pretending to like wad u're doing.&lt;br /&gt;ugghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. &lt;br /&gt;im probably TOO SENSITIVE rte?&lt;br /&gt;ahh fark.&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt care so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;btw, i hate chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112607359292084931?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112607359292084931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112607359292084931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/09/am-i-e-only-one-ard-who-cares-e-one.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112566751173351868</id><published>2005-09-02T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:25:11.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched TopOfThePops.&lt;br /&gt;its a british show.&lt;br /&gt;dey get artists, bands to perform live.&lt;br /&gt;those dat make it into e charts.&lt;br /&gt;n today dey had james blunt on e show.&lt;br /&gt;he sang "you're beautiful"..&lt;br /&gt;GREAT SONG. (:&lt;br /&gt;could c dat there were tears in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the song was bout his own experience.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T KNOW. but i'll go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;there were other artists too, like the BlackEyedPeas, Oasis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 MY NEW KEYBOARD !&lt;br /&gt;THANKS DAD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during econs todae mr chee wen through a study plan wit us for e one wk break.&lt;br /&gt;(though it isnt exactly a break as we still haf to go back to sch!)&lt;br /&gt;as it turned out, we should study 11 hrs a day.&lt;br /&gt;like WTH ? dats almost half a day gone!&lt;br /&gt;something like waking up at 7am n having 2 or 3 solid hrs of studying.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt anyone can keep up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slacked todae n I THINK i shall start studying tml.&lt;br /&gt;hahas! BYE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112566751173351868?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112566751173351868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112566751173351868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-watched-topofthepops.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112554250707958823</id><published>2005-09-01T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:41:47.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FARK HIM MAN.&lt;br /&gt;WAD HE SAID WAS DAMN DEMORALIZING CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after bps wen to tp to eat.&lt;br /&gt;wit laiing, amanda n ben.&lt;br /&gt;met siti, eunice n jialing.&lt;br /&gt;ate bk. sat there n chatted a lot.&lt;br /&gt;caught up with things dey were going through.&lt;br /&gt;decided to watch movie so headed for j8.&lt;br /&gt;in e end watched herbie: fully loaded.&lt;br /&gt;quite okay lahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels so gd to be wit my sec sch frens.&lt;br /&gt;to see all those familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;reasuring ones. (=&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE BEING WITH THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant help but think back on those days.&lt;br /&gt;just hanging out in class would be so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw soak chan at j8!&lt;br /&gt;so surprised to see her.&lt;br /&gt;she's a real gd senior.&lt;br /&gt;caring n all..&lt;br /&gt;she's so skinny now n she says it just e dress!&lt;br /&gt;lols. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i missed e mi concert!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112554250707958823?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112554250707958823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112554250707958823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/09/fark-him-man.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112510726965946474</id><published>2005-08-27T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T22:55:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wen to my first floorball training yst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after seeing bartley, i feel so lucky im in toh tuck.&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop my complaining about &lt;br /&gt;e small rundown campus,&lt;br /&gt;e few facilities,&lt;br /&gt;e lousy food,&lt;br /&gt;n e classrooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112510726965946474?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112510726965946474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112510726965946474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/08/wen-to-my-first-floorball-training-yst.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112497227175854665</id><published>2005-08-25T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T20:22:22.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hell fun today.&lt;br /&gt;childhood memories all came back.&lt;br /&gt;mi mi, o-pillar, yi er san, chop chilli, see see(?), concentration, murderer.&lt;br /&gt;sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;lols! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as u might have guessed,&lt;br /&gt;i played these games today.&lt;br /&gt;hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;played wit mich n aud at first.&lt;br /&gt;den together wit hafirah, hui an, hui ping n suk mun.&lt;br /&gt;laugh until cheek pain.&lt;br /&gt;ppl ended up... &lt;br /&gt;doing e same actions for chop chilli,&lt;br /&gt;getting confused at mi mi,&lt;br /&gt;n suk mun had once even forgotten she was e detective for murderer n got herself 'killed' until we were left wit one victim n e murderer den she realised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could have died of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, we played those during break n e two free periods we had for gp.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;cant rmb wen exactly.&lt;br /&gt;wen out for din wit wz n family, uncledavid n auntienat n with of course my mom n sis.&lt;br /&gt;ate at this REALLY ulu place.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in hougang.&lt;br /&gt;dey're famous for crabs.&lt;br /&gt;den there was one time where dey were talking bout me. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;dey talked as if i was not there lors.&lt;br /&gt;SO PAI SEH.&lt;br /&gt;i should have used e crab shell to cover ma face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having too many embarrassing moments lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop telling me wad to do n wad i ought not to do.&lt;br /&gt;YOU AINT ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112497227175854665?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112497227175854665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112497227175854665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/08/hell-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112463183346992991</id><published>2005-08-21T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:43:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae should be known as... &lt;br /&gt;PissAmandaOff day.&lt;br /&gt;that's right, piss her off as much as u want.&lt;br /&gt;she never gets angry anyway.&lt;br /&gt;right RiGhT RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;go! take advantage of her!&lt;br /&gt;she's waiting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. enough laming.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've reached my limit todae.&lt;br /&gt;i've been pissed off by MANY PPL from morning till now.&lt;br /&gt;NON-STOP okay.&lt;br /&gt;dun get wads their ****G problem lahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit man.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in such a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun come n talk nonsense to me unless u wanna get hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112463183346992991?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112463183346992991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112463183346992991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/08/todae-should-be-known-as.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112446156403065808</id><published>2005-08-19T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:26:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah lao eh.&lt;br /&gt;today was damn pai seh lah.&lt;br /&gt;he walk to e gate.&lt;br /&gt;i slowly took my own sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;den he stood there waiting lah.&lt;br /&gt;so i walked faster n wen pass him.&lt;br /&gt;walk through e pool area.&lt;br /&gt;he wen one staircase i wen e other.&lt;br /&gt;while walking i saw him walking towards e same direction.&lt;br /&gt;so i walked slower. haha.&lt;br /&gt;den approaching e lift i saw him in it waiting.&lt;br /&gt;wth. i quickened my pace.&lt;br /&gt;n in e lift we were like staring at e numbers.&lt;br /&gt;didnt say a word lahs. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;den i left first.&lt;br /&gt;so lame can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. dad's going to kl tml.&lt;br /&gt;too bad i cant follow.&lt;br /&gt;he'll only be back on mon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss my bedtime stories!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. KIDDING. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u dun take e initiative,&lt;br /&gt;wad else can we do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112446156403065808?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112446156403065808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112446156403065808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/08/wah-lao-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112427651827121131</id><published>2005-08-17T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:01:58.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINE. I'LL BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today actually wanted to play games de.&lt;br /&gt;either floorball or soccer.&lt;br /&gt;but hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;many gurls wanna redo their napfa.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;ran wit hafirah for bout 3 to 4 rounds while she ran her 2.4&lt;br /&gt;many of us ran with her in e end.&lt;br /&gt;me, gwen, aud, mich, hui an n suk mun.&lt;br /&gt;but she still failed. hais.&lt;br /&gt;den aud did her sbj.&lt;br /&gt;hope dat teacher will be kind enough to give her a passing mark bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took class photo agn today.&lt;br /&gt;previous one wasnt satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haf nth else to blog bout.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. BYE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112427651827121131?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112427651827121131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112427651827121131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/08/fine.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11266467.post-112384698503797948</id><published>2005-08-12T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T19:43:05.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had an evacuation drill todae.&lt;br /&gt;saved me from econs!&lt;br /&gt;for abt half ah hr.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr chee was going on and on abt market price equilibrium.&lt;br /&gt;wadthehell.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt understand anything.&lt;br /&gt;n den dat siren rang.&lt;br /&gt;only it wasnt e usual siren u hear at fire drills.&lt;br /&gt;this one was WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was talking bout terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;u see, this drill is supposed to be an evacuation in case of a terrorist attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen ta ava rm.&lt;br /&gt;s1 n s4 were there too.&lt;br /&gt;anyone there could tell our cls wasnt united.&lt;br /&gt;guys n gurls were standing separately.&lt;br /&gt;not mingling. hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuf abt dat.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;me n mich pei-ed aud go cut fringe.&lt;br /&gt;at clementi. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;now she soooo cute sia.&lt;br /&gt;sure will a lot of guys like de.&lt;br /&gt;well, dun wanna make her bf angry.&lt;br /&gt;lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING SHOPPIN' TML !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11266467-112384698503797948?l=cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112384698503797948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11266467/posts/default/112384698503797948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosyouwannanoemoreboutme.blogspot.com/2005/08/had-evacuation-drill-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>fo u ndm y se l f&amp;amp; r an a way</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12818180136016198332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
