<?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-8656773935023973457</id><updated>2011-07-31T15:29:29.044+08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='心里和脑里想的都不是同一样的事。。'/><category term='dont take life so seriously after all no one gets outta it alive'/><category term='breathe in - breathe out - in with the good - out with the bad'/><category term='putting on a genuine smile in whatever i do'/><category term='seeing you is gonna be such a chore'/><category term='self declared isolation'/><category term='loss of appitite'/><category term='too many things going on at once for me to handle'/><category term='i&apos;m still head over heels crazy in love with your smile'/><category term='theres a thin line between love and hate'/><category term='the fragility of life itself'/><category term='keeping my fingers crossed'/><category term='my eyes hurt from all the crying cause you looked away'/><category term='aww.. i want a _ _ _ _   _ _ _ _ too'/><category term='我爱你'/><category term='i would love to be in this picture above'/><category term='to tell or not to tell'/><category term='i wanna cry.. but i cant.. not now..'/><category term='holidays is ending'/><category term='i&apos;m happy where i am'/><category term='i miss you darling'/><category term='9 days to change what needs to be changed..'/><category term='i love disliking you'/><category term='make the best out of a situation not the other way around'/><category term='tell me what to do'/><category term='evelyn i cant take it anymore larh'/><category term='as if the drama would stop'/><category term='i know that i&apos;ve got great friends'/><category term='took every chance to catch a glimpse'/><category term='i think i&apos;ve lost the ability'/><category term='bring me back in time to understand'/><category term='no more thinking abi everything is gonna b fine'/><category term='will you catch me if i fall'/><category term='you make me wanna end my life once and for all but you&apos;re not worth it'/><category term='things happen to us in the most surprising way'/><category term='happy birthday in advance'/><category term='sono felice'/><category term='if only inspirations flow in that easily when i need them'/><category term='sit-com nor a comedy. my life is a surprise awaiting for me..'/><category term='i wanna let you know that i&apos;ve fallen but what if i&apos;m wrong?'/><category term='ti amo il mio tesoro'/><category term='counting down 82 days'/><category term='add an hour to it'/><category term='i&apos;m still counting down 17 days'/><category term='i&apos;ll let the whole world know if that is what it takes to put a stop to it'/><category term='my life journey begins in 26 days'/><category term='in the dead of night i see myself dying'/><category term='if only i knew whats on the other side of the line'/><category term='contradictions'/><category term='agony'/><category term='i refuse to record this on paper'/><category term='i wanna look into a crystal ball'/><category term='loosening the grip'/><category term='havent had a chance to pen this down'/><category term='one step at a time everything will fall into place'/><category term='finding where i lost myself'/><category term='who says miracles dont happen'/><category term='i&apos;m still not understanding'/><category term='the nerve of some people'/><category term='tell me what to do cause i dont wanna record this on paper'/><category term='that would be the time at Japan'/><category term='nothing can wipe this smile away'/><category term='Father in Heaven'/><category term='staying sanguine'/><category term='i need a job PRONTO'/><category term='i am sorry'/><category term='why are you back'/><category term='cheaters dont prosper'/><category term='i think i&apos;m doing what i think i might be doing'/><category term='you made my gray sky turn gorgeous blue'/><category term='i didnt get your reply but then again who cares'/><category term='this aint gonna wipe away my smile'/><category term='secretly high on ecstasy'/><category term='salvage it not be a savage to it'/><category term='you&apos;re not perfect neither am i'/><category term='what does &apos;ciao&apos; mean here'/><category term='i dont work well under pressure'/><category term='sequel'/><category term='abigail is head over heels crazy in love~~'/><category term='7 dwarfs is my fav'/><category term='i wish to call you mine..'/><category term='whats this liquid coming out from the side of my eyes'/><category term='any clearer signs to tell me what to do'/><category term='it sucks knowing somethings change the way it shouldnt meant to be'/><category term='proper update later'/><category term='conicidental or exact same'/><category term='advanced birthday celebration'/><category term='i love you darling. happy valentines day'/><category term='no one else'/><category term='this aint me'/><category term='just you watch and see'/><category term='i know its true.. i felt it. i know i felt it..'/><category term='i&apos;m still unable to find that ounce of courage'/><category term='you were yesterday&apos;s sunlight and i&apos;m loving todays'/><category term='someone else will get a pleasant surprise soon'/><category term='I pray for strength...'/><category term='it&apos;s like walking back to where it all began'/><category term='i feel so stupid'/><category term='all i want to know is the sequence of events that led us here'/><category term='i keep seeing you in other people'/><category term='had loads of fun today'/><category term='i&apos;m scared..'/><category term='if only you knew'/><category term='i&apos;m just gonna ignore the world around me..'/><category term='by hook or by crook i wont let HER in i&apos;d win'/><category term='you&apos;d see'/><category term='i&apos;m head over heels crazy in love no reason to be in love with nobody'/><category term='i&apos;m turning 18'/><category term='this ounce of courage is not gonna drop from the sky'/><category term='if you see time on the pictures'/><category term='job job job'/><category term='my life is neither a drama'/><category term='a good nights&apos; sleep would do the trick'/><category term='a little bit of this plus a little bit of that'/><category term='this is for you marcus'/><category term='new beginnings'/><category term='my legs seem unwilling to move when your presence is felt'/><category term='honey'/><category term='being doppy for a day would be nice wouldnt it'/><category term='you&apos;re not gonna spoil my mood just like that'/><category term='when all it takes is a simple phone call to turn my frown the other way round'/><category term='i havent felt like this in a long time for so long...'/><category term='i don&apos;t wanna be trapped again what am i to do this time'/><category term='who has the key to free them from this misery'/><category term='till death do us apart'/><category term='the adrenaline in me is rising'/><category term='re-typed over and over again'/><category term='我想像个三岁小孩无忧无虑的过日子'/><category term='innocence is determined by the way you react to situations'/><category term='at times like this i wish you were still here by my side'/><category term='i know i did'/><category term='a million minus two'/><category term='it didnt turn out as good as i hoped it to be'/><category term='now you&apos;re not my best antidote but i am'/><category term='plucking the petals of this rose saying he loves me he loves me not'/><category term='i have a clear line between school and personal issues..'/><category term='even in drunken stupor i think of you'/><category term='be sure to keep him safer than me Dear Lord'/><category term='lifes short'/><category term='i wanna cry.. but i cant fall now.. not without you around to support me darling..'/><category term='i will wait for your reply'/><category term='ending the year on a sick note'/><category term='my sentiments exectly'/><category term='high on ecstasy'/><category term='bad mood...'/><title type='text'>life's too short to let a little setback pull you down (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-6766424087778355408</id><published>2010-07-28T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:25:21.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='till death do us apart'/><title type='text'>~considerations</title><content type='html'>hello! wonder if anyone is still reading this...&lt;br /&gt;livejournal is really great to use, user friendly.. but i know no one other than qi mei that has live journal..&lt;br /&gt;although it does not import my blogger post, it's still pretty much alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont be using this blog anymore... so this will b my last post, gonna use livejournal, but this wont b deleted cause it holds my memories. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iam-abigail.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://iam-abigail.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-6766424087778355408?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/6766424087778355408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=6766424087778355408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6766424087778355408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6766424087778355408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/07/considerations.html' title='~considerations'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-7505929850188354253</id><published>2010-06-30T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:20:13.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i have a clear line between school and personal issues..'/><title type='text'>~changed</title><content type='html'>hey readers! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently trying live-journal! (:&lt;br /&gt;might go back to blogger.com, not sure though.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iam-abigail.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://iam-abigail.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone with live journal??!! might wanna add me.. hehes.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-7505929850188354253?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7505929850188354253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=7505929850188354253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7505929850188354253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7505929850188354253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/06/changed.html' title='~changed'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-7183914757274934871</id><published>2010-06-29T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T14:10:51.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innocence is determined by the way you react to situations'/><title type='text'>~my definition of innocence</title><content type='html'>innocence resembles the attitude and character of a child of 5 and below. &lt;br /&gt;the way they ask for a cookie the way they say that they don't like this jiejie or korkor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;the honesty and innocence melts anybody's stone cold heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/TClHRoDIKiI/AAAAAAAABsg/fFRCttW6RPk/s1600/innocence.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/TClHRoDIKiI/AAAAAAAABsg/fFRCttW6RPk/s200/innocence.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the only people who actually retain their child-like innocence would be those who are intellectually disabled, no offence, but don't you agree? i have a cousin who is intellectually disabled. he might be spoilt but at least what he does is from the bottom of his heart. (i think) he is not the only intellectually disabled person i have come in contact with. nobody above the age of 12 retains at least half of their initial innocence. absolutely nobody. sad to say,but it's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/TClHL2jxiRI/AAAAAAAABsQ/4HTN9zWfxLA/s1600/imagesCA4YEYD1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/TClHL2jxiRI/AAAAAAAABsQ/4HTN9zWfxLA/s320/imagesCA4YEYD1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;having innocence means that you won't be flaunting around. thinking that you've made friends by complimenting them.. having innocence means that you wouldn't mind someone who is worse off than you, being friends with anyone.. i'm not innocent cause i dislike you! i dislike you alot.. at first i didn't care much cause i don't know you well. but now, you're seriously getting on my nerves. you talk about how rich you are like a "rich" snooby jerk! you flirt like you dont care that you have a girlfriend.. thank God my ex bf isnt as bad as you! you remind me&amp;nbsp;of rich snooby bitches and jerks! money so what? money big shit arh? i'd rather lead a pauper's life if thats what money is gonna make me into.. sad to say i know it wont cause i've been tested. (: *so proud* i'm proud of who i am, i'm proud of what i have. money or not i know i'm happy cause i make the best of what i have. so what if i cant go for annual holidays? so what if i dont own a prada heels? so what if i dont own gucci clothes? so? BIG DEAL?! yes, i do have branded things, but those are categorised under "charity case" -.- i dont like it, but what am i to do? i'm not a begger, i didnt ask for all those, they were given cause a certain someone wants to look big and charitable in front of those rich people. i dont beg, i dont brag! i'm not like you.. you make it seem like i'll b impressed by your stupid ways to flirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/TCmJHuwjFsI/AAAAAAAABsw/ZiCCbo7HGEc/s1600/money_24077_lg.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/TCmJHuwjFsI/AAAAAAAABsw/ZiCCbo7HGEc/s320/money_24077_lg.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i'm not impressed! no rich guy.. snoobs. i've had enough to last me 10 life times. seriously... theres smthing you dont know anything&amp;nbsp;about me, i doubt anyone knows.. mayb only a few. but even before then i didnt show off like you do.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-7183914757274934871?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7183914757274934871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=7183914757274934871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7183914757274934871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7183914757274934871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-definition-of-innocence.html' title='~my definition of innocence'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/TClHRoDIKiI/AAAAAAAABsg/fFRCttW6RPk/s72-c/innocence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-9127035817044350291</id><published>2010-06-22T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T14:16:39.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~too many things too little time</title><content type='html'>it has been so happening recently..&lt;br /&gt;it first started during my 2 week break..&lt;br /&gt;tableting workshop, BASF seminar, going back to school~~&lt;br /&gt;and now that i've been back in school for 1 week, in the 2nd week now,&lt;br /&gt;a few of us in the Pharmaceutica IG aka CCA is now on probation as either acting head, acting vice-head or acting secretary.. &lt;br /&gt;i've been given several task to plan already.. with seniors to guide of course...&lt;br /&gt;but this time i feel that i'm more on my own compared to when i was in secondary school.. &lt;br /&gt;it's really stress cause i have people to answer to, whereas in sec sch the responsibily i held was so much lesser than what i am holding now... my hair is falling!&lt;br /&gt;happening, yes... deprived of sleep, yes... no time to relax, erm... no comments... see less sunlight, definite yes!!! feeling scared for upcoming test, yes... darn.. &lt;br /&gt;i've been doing alright for school.. i just feel that i have got no time for myself.. be it to study, sleep, bathe or relax... &lt;br /&gt;i'm falling asleep soon! if i'm given ONE wish right now, i dont want money, i dont want time with my friends, i dont want the best food on earth. I want more time so that i can sleep and re-charge myself so that i can perform better after that.. i just feel that i'm not giving my best cause i'm so disorianted and tired.. disorianted isnt really a problem cause i snap out of it easily.. tired is the main cause! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;i dream of a cool, soft bed, with comfy pillows and boster&amp;nbsp;and a soft, thick, comfy blanket, raining and cool wind blowing in.. and i would be lying there under my white soft blanket~~ argh....... ............ oh gosh.. if i carry on i'll b sleep-typing.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science workshop later... &lt;br /&gt;i'm really scared that i would collapse and then fail in my tests.. ): &lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like crying though... &lt;br /&gt;i just wanna sleep! really bad... &lt;br /&gt;i can hardly stay up after 11pm now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss writing in my diary.. ): my poor neglected diary.. but i've got no time! hardly have time to breathe not to mention poop and pee! haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-9127035817044350291?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/9127035817044350291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=9127035817044350291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/9127035817044350291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/9127035817044350291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-many-things-too-little-time.html' title='~too many things too little time'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-20887729664249217</id><published>2010-06-16T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:20:39.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifes short'/><title type='text'>~what is it is what it is</title><content type='html'>i've been feeling full of emotions recently, so many things has happened.. &lt;br /&gt;it sucks cause i dont know where i stand, i cant seem to feel the two extremes of my emotions.. &lt;br /&gt;the poems i write suck.. i miss how i can sit on my chair with my hands on the keyboard and just type away and be satisfied with what i did.. but recently, all of those has changed...&lt;br /&gt;i no longer wanna go away alone, cause the moment i wanna go away i wanna embrace myself with people.. what is wrong with me? too many chaotic things happening at the same time? or is it that i've shut myself out of &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;for too long? i get disorianted so easily and so easily forget a conversation that happened a minute ago.. it's as though i've became brain dead.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i sat by the quiet road side and watched the clouds go by,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of the blue i heard a car horn and looked to my right...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a big blue car coming my way with its roof put away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;without a care i laid down by the fence with a brown horse behind it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;clouds passed as the seconds ticked away..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bright blue skies slowly turned to deep dark blue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the stars are out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THERE! a SHOOTING STAR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eyes closed, hands together, i make my wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;star light star bright, first star i see tonight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i may,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i might,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have my wish come true tonight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;got up and left the place i stayed that day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;took a slow and peaceful walk to where i stay..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"BANG" was the last sound i heard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm now lying down dead with a smile on my face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blood flowing out of me and there, my heart stopped.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;life's that short, that sudden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who knows what might happen next?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love like you've never been hurt,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talk like theres no tomorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;learn like you'll live forever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-20887729664249217?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/20887729664249217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=20887729664249217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/20887729664249217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/20887729664249217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-is-it-is-what-it-is.html' title='~what is it is what it is'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4015367059556562145</id><published>2010-06-12T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:56:31.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays is ending'/><title type='text'>~reminisce</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;do you remember the cinema setting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you remember what you said to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you remember where we went after the movie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you remember what we did after the move?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i remember so many things, too many things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now you dont seem to care..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, explains why too.. since you've got.. you know.. yea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;actually, you've never cared..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so why should i bother reminiscing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reminiscing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my holidays have been fruitful! (: really enjoyed myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;br /&gt;fear is once again in my dictionary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4015367059556562145?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4015367059556562145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4015367059556562145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4015367059556562145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4015367059556562145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/06/reminisce.html' title='~reminisce'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-7021640680688638740</id><published>2010-06-10T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:30:19.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='havent had a chance to pen this down'/><title type='text'>~seminar</title><content type='html'>i'm currently in school.. ushering pharmacist, doctors, professors, speakers from around the world. it's interesting.. (: with my new found friends here with me.. we went absolutely crazy yesterday! was taking all sorts of weird pictures! aww.. miss it.. today is the 2nd and also the last day of the seminar.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me start with yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday... i was running up and down, running all sorts of errands.. well.. yea. so this german lady, Natelie, my first impression of her was firece, stern and such.. cause of the look she gave when talking.. but later yesterday a group of us were talking to her and i found out that she is really very nice.. one instance where "never judge the book by its cover" is appropriate.. so yea.. we talked and talked and found out that she is here alone in Singapore.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. blogging mood just died.. sayonnara! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-7021640680688638740?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7021640680688638740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=7021640680688638740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7021640680688638740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7021640680688638740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/06/seminar.html' title='~seminar'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1707662506547826768</id><published>2010-06-07T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:26:17.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sono felice'/><title type='text'>~disorianted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I dont know what got over me today and i felt "not me" ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then...... ...........&lt;br /&gt;I talked to a friend of mine from italy.. i havent met her in 10 years!&lt;br /&gt;and although we've only met once, we wrote letters to each other and stayed in contact..&lt;br /&gt;you know.. now, i've finally realised that friendship bonds arent that easily broken.. &lt;br /&gt;no scissors or knife too sharp, no oceans too wide and no quarrels too big to break it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww...&lt;br /&gt;alright! time to spend time with my diary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1707662506547826768?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1707662506547826768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1707662506547826768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1707662506547826768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1707662506547826768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/06/disorianted.html' title='~disorianted'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-3054338037501039073</id><published>2010-05-30T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:24:47.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i think i&apos;ve lost the ability'/><title type='text'>~Thank God!</title><content type='html'>i've got job for my 2 week holiday.. (:&lt;br /&gt;no torment!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-3054338037501039073?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3054338037501039073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=3054338037501039073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3054338037501039073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3054338037501039073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-god.html' title='~Thank God!'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1438906295861413299</id><published>2010-05-29T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:31:02.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bring me back in time to understand'/><title type='text'>~Lord I need you everyday, but I need you more today..</title><content type='html'>i dont know where i stand, cause i dont know who is right.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give me so many things I never ask for,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your plans so meticulous that no one could ever think of.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way You put people together to make the best or worst out of them.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No two friends are the same, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No two fathers or mothers are the same either,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And neither are two brothers or sisters the same. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanna know is where the links are.. if someone, anyone.. could just fill me in.. &lt;br /&gt;I feel the presence of my comforter fading.. &lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, who are &lt;em&gt;you??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that &lt;em&gt;you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;can show&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;yourself &lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared, just show yourself..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1438906295861413299?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1438906295861413299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1438906295861413299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1438906295861413299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1438906295861413299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/05/lord-i-need-you-everyday-but-i-need-you.html' title='~Lord I need you everyday, but I need you more today..'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-9071988990769367824</id><published>2010-05-27T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:15:20.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seeing you is gonna be such a chore'/><title type='text'>~last day of school</title><content type='html'>woohoo! last day of school! (: &lt;br /&gt;and there's so many things that is gonna take place!&lt;br /&gt;the one thing that i know that i'll have to tolerate and clench my fist together.. (darn)&lt;br /&gt;sigh... i'm sooooooo reluctant to do it.... but then.................... SIGH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but then i gotta help.. (oh i'd rather go to school everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright! suckish thingies aside.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna enjoy pharmaceutical science activities! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay~~ i've lost my mood to blog. till next time. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-9071988990769367824?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/9071988990769367824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=9071988990769367824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/9071988990769367824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/9071988990769367824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-day-of-school.html' title='~last day of school'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5747297884103188154</id><published>2010-05-25T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:24:05.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being doppy for a day would be nice wouldnt it'/><title type='text'>~you just dont know when i thought you should know better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S_vcn-muu_I/AAAAAAAABsI/Mw3k5Y20Teo/s1600/grumpy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S_vcn-muu_I/AAAAAAAABsI/Mw3k5Y20Teo/s200/grumpy.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you know? sometimes when you hear words from a person who means so much to you.. and you think that the words coming out of this person's mouth would not have pricks.. but then sometimes you're just proven wrong.. sometimes people just dont realise it.. and then they say without realising and whats worse its during one-of-those-days when you're really feeling down for nothing.. it projects, like a bacteria under a microscope.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;it's just one-of-those-days for me.. darn.. it sucks.. seriously sucks.. i dont know how you do it.. one of those days when it just passes so slowly! and the torment is simply unbearable.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;besides being one of those days with someone not realising that their words hold pricks in certain ways, you also have people who speak without facts going through their mind.. and then you feel so helpless.. all you can do is hope that someone wouldnt get into trouble just because of an idiot who sometimes is sweet..&amp;nbsp; and other than these sweet idiots you get real idiots getting on your nerves! 2 days straight! seriously.. they talk like their at the top of the world! they think that what they do is better than everyone else! they have no regards for your presense! apparently, the people who are around them are not treated like people at all cause these people arent people to them.. (sound familiar? well, different person this time around!) so just because these good people arent people to this person, this person disregard them and their opinion! this person is just lucky that you didnt have a cleaver in yoru hand to skin this person alive and hear this person's plead! how sadistic?! (oh whatever.. ) and then this person would argue non-stop and at the end of it this person would some thick-skinned asking.. "so.. is it right or not?" -.- seriously -.- then why bother arguing?! damn! would you just get a life?! no? then go away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S_vckADdRYI/AAAAAAAABr4/aQ9nvDCrxug/s1600/6969_Doc_Dwarf_Standup_680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S_vckADdRYI/AAAAAAAABr4/aQ9nvDCrxug/s200/6969_Doc_Dwarf_Standup_680.jpg" width="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so many things come together in a day and then you become so stressed up making it one of those days.. suckish.. seriously suckish. i feel for you.. really really feel for you. i symphatise with you! these things just wear a person out so much.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;alright, i'm done ranting.. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i feel so much better.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;however, my laptop keyboard isnt feeling that good..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;oups.. narh.. no harm.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;~i'm destined to be _ _ _ _ _ _ ! (: and i'm happy with that.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S_vcluo6CyI/AAAAAAAABsA/r75o332YsIo/s1600/6973_Dopey_Dwarf_Standup_681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S_vcluo6CyI/AAAAAAAABsA/r75o332YsIo/s200/6973_Dopey_Dwarf_Standup_681.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S_vchoNQwpI/AAAAAAAABrw/gTf7q8PPFqw/s1600/6971_Happy_Dwarf_Standup_683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S_vchoNQwpI/AAAAAAAABrw/gTf7q8PPFqw/s200/6971_Happy_Dwarf_Standup_683.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5747297884103188154?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5747297884103188154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5747297884103188154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5747297884103188154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5747297884103188154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-just-dont-know-when-i-thought-you.html' title='~you just dont know when i thought you should know better'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S_vcn-muu_I/AAAAAAAABsI/Mw3k5Y20Teo/s72-c/grumpy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1916592507036709371</id><published>2010-05-18T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:08:46.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aww.. i want a _ _ _ _   _ _ _ _ too'/><title type='text'>~i'm one happy girl today</title><content type='html'>you know how some people have an effect on your life? how they can cheer you up when ever you feel their presense? have you ever wondered why? well, i dont have the answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. these two people.. i have no idea who one of them is but she made my day! (: she was this baby girl of slightly older than a year and so i decided to play with her by showing her faces.. aww... *melts* and she smiled back! then she offered me her sliva coated biscuit.. yuck.. but it was undoubtedly adorable! it made my day, it took my mind off so many things at one go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next! i've known him for so long, 5 years, going on 6.. (: his name is Jun Peng.. (: why? cause we were webcamming and talking over msn! i enjoy taking to him! taking to him made me feel like i was playing with that baby girl earlier today.. my mind was elsewhere and problems became non-existant.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S_KRRWWrg8I/AAAAAAAABro/2vZZc9XXAYE/s1600/6973_Dopey_Dwarf_Standup_681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S_KRRWWrg8I/AAAAAAAABro/2vZZc9XXAYE/s200/6973_Dopey_Dwarf_Standup_681.jpg" width="162" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;till next time~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1916592507036709371?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1916592507036709371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1916592507036709371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1916592507036709371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1916592507036709371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-one-happy-girl-today.html' title='~i&apos;m one happy girl today'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S_KRRWWrg8I/AAAAAAAABro/2vZZc9XXAYE/s72-c/6973_Dopey_Dwarf_Standup_681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-7354563205075631574</id><published>2010-05-13T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:32:47.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m happy where i am'/><title type='text'>~bring me a little back in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bring me a little back in time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring me back there cause I wanna relieve fresh valentine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring me back there with you when our hearts first tied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many things has changed since,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since we went our separate ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You went left and I went right,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like 2 parallel lines that would never meet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring me a little back in time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to when we were just friends of valentine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When then,&amp;nbsp;I wanted you to want me too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&amp;nbsp;honey those were the best times of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sudden inspiration to write lyrics.. havent did that in a really really long time.. &lt;br /&gt;it's obvious i'm happy/sanguine.. (: nonono... no poly boyfriend.. no intentions to find one at the moment though.. I really really wish this stays.. I hope that this is a sign that i've settled down in poly. I wanna remain the same &lt;em&gt;happy-go-lucky &lt;/em&gt;girl.. attitude and character changes are inevitable, but i want to at least maintain this likeable-ness thing of mine.. (: ( thick skinned me. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my first UT, Understanding Test starts tomorrow.. (: Cognitive Problem Solving.. &lt;br /&gt;poly has been alright so far.. if given the liberty to choose my teammates i more or less know who are competent. ( no names ) i've been known to be a tyrant when it comes to work, which pretty much explains my unpleasent times a few years back.. a perfectionist, as some would say. But! yes, but, i often screw up.. learning point though.. (: PBL! Problem Based Learning. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling happy for just over 24 hours now.. lets see how long this can last.. (: I just hope that I wouldn't change for the worse now that i've returned to my normal self.. (: &lt;em&gt;optimist! sanguine! oriantated! in the lead! (: &lt;/em&gt;this might not last, but at least i would know that i wont reach to a point of no return.. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm just lucky to have friends and family who care.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "sometimes you reach by just making believe... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S-wNblFKPhI/AAAAAAAABrg/6KxdKGbO_KI/s1600/6971_Happy_Dwarf_Standup_683.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S-wNblFKPhI/AAAAAAAABrg/6KxdKGbO_KI/s200/6971_Happy_Dwarf_Standup_683.jpg" width="145" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p/s p/s: i wanna read the Hunchback of Notre Dame &amp;amp; A Midsummer Night's Dream!!! !!! but where has time gone to??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-7354563205075631574?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7354563205075631574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=7354563205075631574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7354563205075631574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7354563205075631574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/05/bring-me-little-back-in-time.html' title='~bring me a little back in time'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S-wNblFKPhI/AAAAAAAABrg/6KxdKGbO_KI/s72-c/6971_Happy_Dwarf_Standup_683.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4734045684914066732</id><published>2010-05-11T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:09:28.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 dwarfs is my fav'/><title type='text'>~a little too soon for me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S-kCbep4E-I/AAAAAAAABrY/DMQ0UMZAe4I/s1600/7dwarfs1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S-kCbep4E-I/AAAAAAAABrY/DMQ0UMZAe4I/s320/7dwarfs1.gif" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;you know.. may be not everybody can relate to this.. but i'm well aware of the changes in the air.. poly has been going on for nearly a month now, and i'm still adapting.. i love my class (W36A) a lot! but then you know what sucks? me.. things are happening so quickly that i cant hardly catch myself doing so.. i see my reflection and i hardly recognise. i was recently talking to my best friend/listening ear and i mentioned that i've changed.. he agreed.. which further proves how aware i am.. which kinda suck.. i dont wanna get into another &lt;em&gt;one of a kind situation &lt;/em&gt;that i always get myself into.. but then how am i supposed to differentiate?? or is it too early to tell how a person is?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;i know what you mean.. i get it.. you're my friend and you dont want me to get into another situation where i'll be unable to turn back.. and though i know that you'll always be there for me when i need someone i dont wanna be on my own..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i've been doing a lot of thinking these few days.. thinking of how fast things are going and how fast time is flying.. it amazes me how close my class and i are.. we're calling each other &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; and we're celebrating birthdays.. staying back to study for exams, and not to mention joking around like a 10 year friend.. it amazes me cause' i dont recall being so close with my secondary school friends after 3 days of school.. may be i've grown up, may be things have changed, i dont know.. but it's amazing.. (: i'm really really amzed.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;now, back to my point.. this isnt something that i usually go through, i dont feel like that.. or you might say that i've never.. it brings the word &lt;em&gt;emotions&lt;/em&gt; to an entirely new level.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Love looks with no eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd cupid painted blind &lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i think i'm gonna to continue reading more of Shakespeare's works! I've read Romeo and Juliet, next shall be A mid-summer's night dream. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;p/s: i updated my blog in school! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4734045684914066732?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4734045684914066732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4734045684914066732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4734045684914066732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4734045684914066732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-too-soon-for-me.html' title='~a little too soon for me..'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S-kCbep4E-I/AAAAAAAABrY/DMQ0UMZAe4I/s72-c/7dwarfs1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4769955553351445887</id><published>2010-04-30T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:16:40.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whats this liquid coming out from the side of my eyes'/><title type='text'>~surprise from us to you!</title><content type='html'>I've realised that i love giving my friends surprises! I gave Munyee a surprise last year by making a scrap book for her, I also gave Jasmine a surprise by "forgetting" her birthday. (: i love my darling gan meimei! and lastly, I gave Evelyn a pleasant surprise by preparing a card and I think a picture for her, I went to her house and stuck it on her main door, i wanted to stay though, but narh.. (: and so.. I'm delivering another surprise tomorrow! hehes.. I shall update on who this person is after the pleasant surprise! I'm sure that you'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'm gonna post what i'm feeling since last night and successfully hid it today while in school.. A feeling of disappointment, curiosity, sadness, uncertainty and a hint of anguish.. (just a hint of anguish) this feeling flooded after I read some "articles" (of which i apologise, but i'm not allowed to divulge) these "articles" were about the human feeling after a certain type of incident happened and the reactions that follow after. this made me wonder why.. why do they react this way? isnt there a way to counter it? disappointed first came over me cause' i'm well aware that i can no longer salvage the situation. &lt;br /&gt;I simply dont understand why?! its not about the "aww.. come'on abi, let it go.. it has been so long" issue! nonono! it sucks not given an explanation after things go so horribly wrong! it sucks knowing that you feel that you're the only one unaware/unnotified! it really sucks! "so why didnt you ask around abi?" how to ask?! "eh... you know something i dont know is it? tell me tell me please&amp;nbsp;tell me!" am i supposed to react this way?! i am SUPPOSED to get an explanation! not ask for one! you left me hanging there with out any other roles to hold on to! trust me, moving on/letting go is the least of my problems! but i dislike being left alone without an explanation! no explanation is "can you dont sms me" or "can you dont call me" -.- like seriously.. yea! seriously! then why were you so serious in the beginning when you knew that you were a coward?! you do realise that being made fun of is inexcusable.. i dont see why you couldnt have easily have chosen other paths.. yes i'm unhappy! cause the "article" that i read sounds a lot like you.. &lt;br /&gt;no doubt i felt guilty cause the "article" also states the state of mind and emotions.. but then again.. i do wish that we would never cross paths again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh.. i dont wanna talk about it.. getting a little pissed.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;br /&gt;p/s: yay! surprise! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4769955553351445887?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4769955553351445887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4769955553351445887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4769955553351445887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4769955553351445887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/04/surprise-from-us-to-you.html' title='~surprise from us to you!'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-3810188044540114856</id><published>2010-04-27T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:24:15.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you were yesterday&apos;s sunlight and i&apos;m loving todays'/><title type='text'>~i just did what i was supposed to do a long time ago.</title><content type='html'>yes! this is a happy post! as promised. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... ... just... ... did... ... something... ... oh alright! well, it's not something bad if that's what you're thinking of. well.. for those who somewhat might know.. i deleted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if you know what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is.. (: hey! its a good thing! i know that i should have done that a long time ago.. as for those that are partially flammable, i think those would be for keeps. (: that person was somewhat good, though that person lied.. but arh.. what-the-hell.. (: pretty much happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been alright though. presentations everyday, but its alright. i love the new friends that i've made. (: Sachi (half jap), Qi Mei (10 yr girls sch), Jasper (ah beng but serious worker), Mat (serious worker, part-timer), Tri, Violet ( i thought that she was 100% ah lian, but narh, i was wrong. (: ), Millie, Joey, Jenny (she has a cute but weird trait, she is afraid of candy), Nadrah (she produces her music, so cool right?!), Randy, Donovan... ... erm... okok.. i'm starting to forget. but so far i've talked to these people. (: we're at the forming stage going onto the norming stage then then storming stage. (: so far so good. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara!&lt;br /&gt;sono felice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-3810188044540114856?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3810188044540114856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=3810188044540114856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3810188044540114856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3810188044540114856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-did-what-i-was-supposed-to-do.html' title='~i just did what i was supposed to do a long time ago.'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-3476288414892832467</id><published>2010-04-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:55:14.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i dont work well under pressure'/><title type='text'>~i'm trying as hard as i can</title><content type='html'>you know? sometimes when someone is a thorn in your flesh you get really really irritated.. and sometimes your emotions get the better of you and you cant help but react in a certain way that is not yourself? then after that you realised that you were being too aggressive and then you cant help but feel bad... and then the pain in your flesh turns into pain in your chest.. guilt and remorse... it sucks! like... whats wrong with me?! i get &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; a lot... a part of a chapter in my new phase of life will always, no doubt be a screw up! but i just cant understand my my screw ups have to be so &lt;em&gt;utterly stupid beyond human comprehension&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling irritated the past few days because i cant seem to get things done.. thats other than school of course.. its getting on my nerves.. i feel so disorianted.. i lose focus so easily that i dont even know what i'm doing a second after i knew what i was... see... &lt;em&gt;pure stupidity.. &lt;/em&gt;undeniably stupid! stupid to the extent where i can actually let my overwhelming emotions get the better of me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;previously, i told myself to use my head more than my heart.. it worked for about a year and then this stupid thing happened! so there's an expiry to this?! oh come'on! &lt;em&gt;so i suppose now i gotta renew?! how much does the renewal fee cost?! the ruin of my changed, previously improved bloody attitude?! &lt;/em&gt;it always sucks when i face this problem once in a while.. i completely lose myself! i find it difficult to even relax for even a second... i'm sooooo tense, tooooooo disorianted and sooooooo very stupid to allow my emotions get the better of me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting outta here! i need a comedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i promise my next post will b a happy one.. its a promise.. i'm gonna stop sulking.. darn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-3476288414892832467?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3476288414892832467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=3476288414892832467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3476288414892832467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3476288414892832467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-trying-as-hard-as-i-can.html' title='~i&apos;m trying as hard as i can'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4706384398585459198</id><published>2010-04-16T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T06:10:10.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~all i wanna do is to let you know</title><content type='html'>you know.. a certain emotion sparks off and suddenly its not about how you feel anymore.. suddenly you feel like your face tightened and you hear you're blushing.. suddenly you can't sleep at night dreaming of the day you wish so much that could happen.. and suddenly you're dropped from high above.. a loud thud! your knees scraped, your palms bleeding and your bones broke.. but most importantly you know that something of yours broke real bad.. so bad that you dont even bother to fix it.. and now, instead of a certain kind of emotion you feel fear, having phobia of the one thing that brings joy.. and you know it brings joy.. but somehow, this little voice inside of you is asking you to let-it-go, but you've got no guts at all.. feeling too afraid to try something new... however, that feeling doesnt fade, you know you want it, you feel it, that tingling feeling inside of you, but you're ignoring it.. not wanting to feel more of it you shut yourself up... and then you realise that the more you run the stronger the tingling feeling grows.. not being able to escape it you dont know what to do anymore.. neither do you feel like talking about it.. it sucks, it sucks knowing that you're entitled yet deprived.. it sucks feeling good about it and yet fear it.. its all so contradicting.. but theres always this idiot.. you know who you are..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4706384398585459198?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4706384398585459198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4706384398585459198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4706384398585459198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4706384398585459198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-i-wanna-do-is-to-let-you-know.html' title='~all i wanna do is to let you know'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-6141397564035898828</id><published>2010-04-11T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T12:22:15.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the adrenaline in me is rising'/><title type='text'>~the time has come to move on to the next phase of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;oh yes! new phase of life starts in ... 5-4-3-2-1 ! tomorrow! (: yippie eie yeah! well, i was just watching my graduation day video and it struck me, why was i so eager to leave secondary school? when i could have enjoyed and savoured every moment, but instead i was pretty much anticipating my new life after that.. poly. now that i'm gonna b an official poly student tomorrow, i kind of miss secondary school.. it seems so far away.. like it happened not last year, not last last year, but it feels like it happened and ended many years ago.. although memories are still fresh, but it doesnt seem like i was just in school 6 months ago. 6 months may not seem like a long time, but it was hell! Well, actually, yea! it was hell! I couldn't wait to start school, and at the same time i pretty much wanna return back&amp;nbsp;to the secondary school&amp;nbsp;life i once knew.. ohwell.. whats the point of whining?? i still got my friends dont i? (: (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S8EkIhYZ93I/AAAAAAAABq4/374Nh_Vz-OI/s1600/SDC10666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S8EkIhYZ93I/AAAAAAAABq4/374Nh_Vz-OI/s320/SDC10666.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I seriously think that if I seriously sit down and try to remember all those fun, nice, stupid, sad, angry and happy times of my secondary school life with my group of crazy friends I could write a book! *Time to let go Abi and move on* I keep telling myself that everything will b alright, my friends and i will stay in touch. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;so.. i've been working since the end January, from Bakery to Hewlett Packard (HP).. and my last 9 days at Hewlett Packard were spent with... ... ... He An!!! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S8EjCpGvZpI/AAAAAAAABqg/T2-kuuwxlp4/s1600/He+an+and+abi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S8EjCpGvZpI/AAAAAAAABqg/T2-kuuwxlp4/s320/He+an+and+abi.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S8EjN_PBMTI/AAAAAAAABqo/CR7yBllYrVI/s1600/Access+cards.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S8EjN_PBMTI/AAAAAAAABqo/CR7yBllYrVI/s320/Access+cards.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;picture momento! (: yea, 9 days of work with him, doing Utilization study and meeting rooms housekeeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-6141397564035898828?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/6141397564035898828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=6141397564035898828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6141397564035898828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6141397564035898828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/04/time-has-come-to-move-on-to-next-phase.html' title='~the time has come to move on to the next phase of life'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S8EkIhYZ93I/AAAAAAAABq4/374Nh_Vz-OI/s72-c/SDC10666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-760182485177618814</id><published>2010-04-04T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:35:12.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re not perfect neither am i'/><title type='text'>~keep your eyes of prejudice away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S7iTCk5SkyI/AAAAAAAABqY/2LBx7Xg-ybY/s1600/DSC_5907.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S7iTCk5SkyI/AAAAAAAABqY/2LBx7Xg-ybY/s320/DSC_5907.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;whoever has a heart, with blood flowing through their body, regardless misshapened or not, is a human being.. it doesnt matter the colour of their skin or where they come from.. the eyes of prejudice of people nowadays are just so..... i just feel like saying "take a look at your naked self in the mirror and tell me that you're physically flawless.." tell me that no one has ever said anything bad about your race or religion or the colour of your skin or even where you come from.. i've heard that chinese are stingy/selfish.. malays are rude/idiots/etc... indians are smelly/'dangerous' ... foreigners are stupid.. dumb blondes, short asians, small eyed chinese, blacks, etc.. it sounds horrible. who are you to judge.. well, i'm saying this because i've heard too many.. it might not have been about my race and religion, chinese and christian by the way, and i'm proud to be.. i think that faults should go to everyone, including me.. me not because i'm racist, but because when there was a chance to speak up for these people i did not.. not that i was invited or actually asked to speak up for them.. but i could have defended them when i hear people speak of them like that.. i've seen people quickly covering their noses when an indian walks past them.. and some even cover their childs noses and say "they're smelly.." i mean! come'on! teaching a child such ethnics?? no wonder the world is becoming like this.. i have friends who are malays, indians, chinese, mixed blood, blondes, filipinos, americans and asians.. whats wrong with that?? i just can't seem to accept the fact that there are adults who are teaching children racism.. aren't you a human being too?? how would you feel being the inferior race?? Adlof Hitler again?? the "pure aryan" race... oh come'on! anyways.. i've finished ranting.. (: but just take a look at the&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-760182485177618814?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/760182485177618814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=760182485177618814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/760182485177618814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/760182485177618814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-your-eyes-of-prejudice-away.html' title='~keep your eyes of prejudice away'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S7iTCk5SkyI/AAAAAAAABqY/2LBx7Xg-ybY/s72-c/DSC_5907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-3325755157654749994</id><published>2010-04-02T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T07:32:50.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re not gonna spoil my mood just like that'/><title type='text'>~trust just isnt in my dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S7UtEXOXq8I/AAAAAAAABqQ/RJijFDDLcZc/s1600/DSC_1075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S7UtEXOXq8I/AAAAAAAABqQ/RJijFDDLcZc/s320/DSC_1075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i would never be able to comprehand the facts to why some people can have relationships over and over again, getting hurt the same way over and over again, listening to the same honey coated words from different guys knowing that it's just another lie and melt in their arms.. i'm not here to criticise those people.. in fact, i'm not talking about anyone in particular.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;TRUST, it's important.. it's important to have it among family members, it's important to have it among friends, it's important to have it between a couple.. but how? how to trust someone, knowing that these people in general are the Earth's best sweet talkers?? (not sales people) in general simply means everyother one, not everyone.. there are good and trustworthy ones and i happen to know them... for those who still cant get what i'm talking about, i'm talking about boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;some boys think that courtship is a simple thing.. some boys think that it's just another girl to go after to kill time, some boys take it seriously.. unfortunately the latter's percentage is the lowest among all.. or... i'm just too "lucky" not to have know more of them.. //&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;anyways... it's 10 days till school starts! yay! a new year in a new school, new friends, new problems, new challanges, new victories.. (: and as stated in my previous post... .... i'm going to school with evelyn!! yay! (: the anticipation is simply killing me! i cant wait to see my new found friends whom i met on facebook! (: i can even hear my heart beating, i can feel it at the back of my throat! so many questions! will i be able to cope in poly?? will i be able to keep in touch with my friends who have been so cruelly separated from me?? will i make friends for keeps?? will i lose any new found friends?? will evelyn and i keep up with all these new things, new friends?? *jumps and down* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;alright..so today.. i'm planning to go to Changi Broadwalk to take photographs and at the same time make it a family outting.. (: yay.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/div&gt;p/s: we shall see how much effort you put in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-3325755157654749994?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3325755157654749994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=3325755157654749994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3325755157654749994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3325755157654749994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/04/trust-just-isnt-in-my-dictionary.html' title='~trust just isnt in my dictionary'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S7UtEXOXq8I/AAAAAAAABqQ/RJijFDDLcZc/s72-c/DSC_1075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-3830501801367699947</id><published>2010-03-28T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:00:19.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S686uCFHlTI/AAAAAAAABqA/AqC_py_0oIA/s1600/Photo372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S686uCFHlTI/AAAAAAAABqA/AqC_py_0oIA/s320/Photo372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Alright.. it's 15 days till the first day of school and I'm just so darn happy! reason being... cause i have a certain someone going to the same school as me.. yes, Republic Poly.. (: and that certain someone is.... ...... no... not a cute guy, much less justin bieber! *infatuation* HER name is Evelyn!!! (: see the picture above?? yea... that's my best friend! we've been friends since sec 1 and now we're off to tertiary together! (: yay-ness! alright.. so.. i'm gonna start work tomorrow and time is gonna pass really fast.. soon it'll be the 9th of april and then 3 days later school commences! yippie eie yeah! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-3830501801367699947?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3830501801367699947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=3830501801367699947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3830501801367699947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3830501801367699947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/03/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S686uCFHlTI/AAAAAAAABqA/AqC_py_0oIA/s72-c/Photo372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-2143160338302215770</id><published>2010-03-26T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T11:05:36.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m turning 18'/><title type='text'>我想念。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S6wck6VmIhI/AAAAAAAABp4/c6xFFRWqaDA/s1600/%E5%AF%8C%E5%A3%AB3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S6wck6VmIhI/AAAAAAAABp4/c6xFFRWqaDA/s320/%E5%AF%8C%E5%A3%AB3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;我非常想念用话语写字了。。也非常想念写作文和公函。。更加想念上学的时候。。没想到我那么快就会在理工学院上学。。没有校服，没有好朋好友陪我上第一天的课。。 又要从新学交朋友了。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;alright alright.. may be it would be much better if i use English eh... haha!! (: yes, my chinese sucks.. but i love using chinese to write cause the meaning is so much deeper.. well.. as for english.. boombastic/sophisticated words or, in other words, wise sayings would have much deeper meaning huh.. writing in chinses looks nicer though... however, my favourite lanuguage other than english is cantonese.. nei sek zor mei? (have you eaten?) how nice does it sound?? VERY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;okok, you know what?? it's becoming moot... i dont really have anything to post but i have to... cause my blog has been.. lets see... BORING??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;alright.. i was called back to work yesterday.. well.. i start again on monday, for 5 days.. and and and!! He An is working with me!! yay!! finally with someone i know.. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;p/s: i know for a fact that you're all for keeps.. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-2143160338302215770?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2143160338302215770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=2143160338302215770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/2143160338302215770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/2143160338302215770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='我想念。。。'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S6wck6VmIhI/AAAAAAAABp4/c6xFFRWqaDA/s72-c/%E5%AF%8C%E5%A3%AB3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-6720140261127275885</id><published>2010-03-19T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:24:12.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father in Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I pray for strength...'/><title type='text'>i feel drained of all my energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S6N0kXD0W-I/AAAAAAAABpw/JbaNVddtqio/s1600-h/16938_224828312557_741837557_3011958_7951283_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S6N0kXD0W-I/AAAAAAAABpw/JbaNVddtqio/s320/16938_224828312557_741837557_3011958_7951283_s.jpg" vt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;it seems like i'm the only one who was robbed of my trust.. it seems like i'm avoiding you.. it seems like history is repeating itself... although we've known each other for over a year.. but so what?? either i'm reading you wrong or you're being very clear with your actions.. &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;thats it! i dont care if it wouldnt come true after i let-it-out.. afterall, it doesnt matter.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;what does the picture above tells you? happy girl? strong girl? optimistic girl? i am.. i know i am.. its just a matter of where my breaking point is... but it's apparent that i've passed my breaking point a long time ago.. i've became an emotionless girl.. just an empty shell.. it is said that when a person loses trust in another, it simply means that the other has also lost trust in that person.. i trust many people, friends, family, bestfriends, classmates, schoolmates, teachers, etc. however, when an ordinary friend becomes something else the trust is gone.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;no.. i'm not good enough a catch for any guy.. it was just the thought of a friend of mine who has changed boyfriends like changing clothes in her closet.. so, one day i asked her, "dont you get sick of all those lies?" and her simple answer was "he is going to be my last" ... like.. where have i heard that before.. no offence to those who are attached, but its just a pack of lies.. now you see why i dont trust after stage one... the hurt was unbearable, the honeyed coated words repeating in my mind constantly, reminding me of all the lies i believed.. i was no doubt gullible, naive and stupid to the utmost extend... no physical hurt just the usual, typical emotional hurt.. so yea, my friend's way of operation got me thinking.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-6720140261127275885?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/6720140261127275885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=6720140261127275885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6720140261127275885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6720140261127275885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-drained-of-all-my-energy.html' title='i feel drained of all my energy'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S6N0kXD0W-I/AAAAAAAABpw/JbaNVddtqio/s72-c/16938_224828312557_741837557_3011958_7951283_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-2725615136406851527</id><published>2010-03-17T08:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:15:46.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all i want to know is the sequence of events that led us here'/><title type='text'>tell me when, why and how</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S6AmA2-S2YI/AAAAAAAABpo/VBVlYCLpOxY/s1600-h/Image0214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S6AmA2-S2YI/AAAAAAAABpo/VBVlYCLpOxY/s320/Image0214.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;up till today i can't help but sometimes wonder if you were really true.. i bothers me cause you're so near and yet so far. you seem to have gotten into one of the good books and the bad books of another.. so who are you? good or bad? understanding or misunderstood? i always thought that people of the same category could never be friends, am i right or is it just a misconception?? i wish i could have someone pass you this message of mine, but i would be a total fool to do so.. cause i know that that someone wouldn't believe me and speak up for you. somehow rather i've gotten myself into the bad books.. i know what i did.. i know the reason why.. it's simply because i was seen together with a person of nasty character to the majority... and i belong to the minority, therefore was oblivious to the fact that this person was an idiot! irresponsible and apparently a coward.. i ruined my reputation despite the fact that i felt that this person couldn't be trusted, and yet i trusted him so much. though i must say that i've carried on with life, many things still bothers me and i know for a fact that i will never know the truth.. somehow i really wish that i'm wrong about you. somehow i wish that you're really good.. cause from what i see you only treat those people whom you think are people good cause they agree with you.. i know how much i disagreed with you cause it sounded stupid and i was and i am glad that i didnt have an&amp;nbsp;additional passe that i could have at some point in time.. it's just the simple fact that we cant seem to get along anymore or am i just being paranoid?? theres no way i would confide this in anyone.. reason being, i dont wanna be sent to IMH.. i dont wanna lose it all.. but i know that there are people who will stand by me.. it just so happens that you're army of who-knows-what is larger and apparently more unpredictable.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-2725615136406851527?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2725615136406851527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=2725615136406851527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/2725615136406851527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/2725615136406851527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/03/up-till-today-i-cant-help-but-sometimes.html' title='tell me when, why and how'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S6AmA2-S2YI/AAAAAAAABpo/VBVlYCLpOxY/s72-c/Image0214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-7041227151184817246</id><published>2010-03-12T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:16:20.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sit-com nor a comedy. my life is a surprise awaiting for me..'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life is neither a drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sequel'/><title type='text'>just a little thing called surprise to make the year a little better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_1268396386915"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268396386916"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268396386917"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268396386918"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lets see.. i've a poem for my friends and i might just post it on facebook.. but since i havent posted anything on my blog for so long i might as well.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fame and fortune I have none,&lt;span id="goog_1268396386913"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268396386914"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A list of many I can't achieve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A list of none I have achieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But all I have and all i need,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is none that you can give,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cause' all I have &amp;amp; need,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Is deep deep inside of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Friends for me to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268396386920"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268396386921"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;alright, it seems to me that i can't upload any pictures at the moment.. darn.. another day then.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;span id="goog_1268396386924"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1268396386925"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-7041227151184817246?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7041227151184817246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=7041227151184817246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7041227151184817246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7041227151184817246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-see.html' title='just a little thing called surprise to make the year a little better'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4606907707895761852</id><published>2010-03-01T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:16:47.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life journey begins in 26 days'/><title type='text'>working part-time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S4uzc2B6lpI/AAAAAAAABpA/WiQIHvqXGm8/s1600-h/Image0235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S4uzc2B6lpI/AAAAAAAABpA/WiQIHvqXGm8/s320/Image0235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i'm craving for coffee!!!!!!!! (: alright, i've been working and some negative vibes somehow slipped through my body, mind and soul.. darn.. anyways.. i've learnt that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;no matter what happens life goes on, no matter how utterly disappointed you are in something/someone, life goes on. no matter how much a let down you are to yourself and those who love you dearly, life goes on. so how does life goes on?? when you see the sun shine, when you feel your heart beating, when you know that there is something out there to make your day bright. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;i've been picking up a new practice recently, everyday at the end of a day, regardless good or bad, i think of what i've learnt. so, i'm gonna share what i learnt today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;i've learnt that no matter what happens life goes on, put on a geniune smile to everyone cause everyone deserves something/someone to make their day. so why not me?? right? (: here's one for you! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;yay! no more negative vibes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S4uzhjTfGeI/AAAAAAAABpI/kjpEKB5FhTk/s1600-h/Image0254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S4uzhjTfGeI/AAAAAAAABpI/kjpEKB5FhTk/s320/Image0254.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i've been working at HP building, Depot rd. (: it's a temp. job, doing utilization and such.. my last day of work is this wednesday!! &lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;(i'll do anything, just let me go) &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;well, not so bad.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S4uznxhCn5I/AAAAAAAABpQ/v_affBZRxFw/s1600-h/Image0260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S4uznxhCn5I/AAAAAAAABpQ/v_affBZRxFw/s320/Image0260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and yes! i got my enrolment package already! (: happy! (: i really can't wait to go to school! a whole new phase awaits me.. i wanna quickly end this chaper and turn to a new one, with old characters in it of course and not to forget the new ones too! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHNuLbat520&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHNuLbat520&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i just love this song.. the lyrics mean a lot cause apparently, i've been through it and it's a good let out song! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;p/s: i dream of a band and dancers behind me while i sing for a crowd of cheering audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;p/s p/s: i'll do anything, please dont deprive me from what may very well be keeping me alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4606907707895761852?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4606907707895761852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4606907707895761852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4606907707895761852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4606907707895761852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-craving-for-coffee-alright-ive-been.html' title='working part-time'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S4uzc2B6lpI/AAAAAAAABpA/WiQIHvqXGm8/s72-c/Image0235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4558054611232000767</id><published>2010-02-23T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:17:17.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putting on a genuine smile in whatever i do'/><title type='text'>new experiences</title><content type='html'>hmm.. lets see... change of plans to my supposedly wonderful week... -.- darn.. but anyways.. can't avoid the inevitable.. ISS called me back.. yes, the interview I went to about 2 weeks ago.. they called me back and i figured since it's just for 5days, i might as well gain the experience and get the extra money that might come in handy.. so yea.. 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I LOVE MY LIFE?? now i am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;it's..................................... another............................. 52......................................... days........................... till..................................... the 15th of......................................... April!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;yippee eie yeah!&lt;/em&gt; (: which also means the first day of school! (i think.. thats according to the website's calendar) anyways...&amp;nbsp;I love this week.. Because it's packed! Okok.. Almost packed.. &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Today: dental check up + dinner with Poelmans.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tomorrow: lunch + 'study' with Evelyn, Munyee and Benjamin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Wednesday: AES Girl Guides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Thursday: Free day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Friday: Valentine's day movie with Munyee, Evelyn, He An and Sean.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Saturday: Choir practice. Sunday: Church.&lt;/span&gt; See! Packed! yippee eie yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about going back to school! As in, it's a brand new school, with brand new friends! So yea. I've been bored.. It's just so recently that I've got activities lined up for me. Anyways.. I have to prove to daddy that I won't take advantage of this 'so called freedom' that I'm feeling.. Personally, I feel like I can do more things, there's no more "darn, I'm grounded" kind of feeling.. so yea.. but who knows what might happen when school re-opens.. With or without grounding, I doubt I would have time for my social life! Firstly, RP has loads of project work cause' it's based on a self-learning kind of thing, a presentation everyday and such. Secondly, CCA or interest groups, is compulsory! No CCA no University, or so I've heard. Apparently, my cousin's cousin, didn't take up a CCA in poly and no university would take her in. So it's that bad.. Therefore.... with project work/presentations + CCA = no time for social life.. That's just my guess.. and I hope that I'm wrong about this.. cause' i'm so hoping for extra time.. but! a day has only 24 hours, 8 hours for sleeping, 3 hours for meals, 2 hours for travelling, thats 11 hours left. Alright, I shall end here! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;br /&gt;p/s: 2 days from now &lt;em&gt;tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; will become &lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-6336011239554325726?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/6336011239554325726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=6336011239554325726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6336011239554325726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6336011239554325726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/02/its.html' title='have i mention that.... I LOVE MY LIFE?? now i am.'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1227103383431891343</id><published>2010-02-18T17:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:18:23.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i feel so stupid'/><title type='text'>the messed up girl since the dawn of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;lets see.. I've been messing up myself.. i feel so stupid! I've been acting all weirdish-stupid.. and i don't know why.. other than that cny was great.. (: bought new clothes.. (: oh well.. whatever.. other than being stupid and having a great cny, i'm gonna go insane! if only this thing called ( fill in the blank ) doesn't exist.. but then again, if &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; doesn't exist i don't think the word '&lt;em&gt;happiness'&lt;/em&gt; would be invented in the beginning. may be I'm reading too much into it, but then again there's always the opposite, which is not reading enough into it.. urgh.. this sucks! this is THE longest and most agonizing crush situation ever! urgh.. if i could have hit my head harder and suffer a concussion and lose my memory! yayaya... &lt;em&gt;not facing reality.. &lt;/em&gt;sadly, i am and still have to face reality.. sigh.. alright.. anyways.. something in the mail turned my mood around.. a letter from Mun Yee, wishing my family and I a happy and prosperous new year! (: and on the plus side daddy went to Starbucks with me to satisfy my coffee craving! lets hope the stupidity period is gonna be over soon.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S30KR8D6YfI/AAAAAAAABoQ/0zvfwZ4B2tY/s1600-h/Image0235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S30KR8D6YfI/AAAAAAAABoQ/0zvfwZ4B2tY/s320/Image0235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S30LFdqtfDI/AAAAAAAABoo/GO1-utiHeKU/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S30LFdqtfDI/AAAAAAAABoo/GO1-utiHeKU/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S30KtDBIPpI/AAAAAAAABog/wc88-lG0Z7M/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S30KtDBIPpI/AAAAAAAABog/wc88-lG0Z7M/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S30LJe_ZK0I/AAAAAAAABow/lNsEL1YLlg8/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S30LJe_ZK0I/AAAAAAAABow/lNsEL1YLlg8/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S30KhU0aU8I/AAAAAAAABoY/uEMz1Ta2JMc/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S30KhU0aU8I/AAAAAAAABoY/uEMz1Ta2JMc/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1227103383431891343?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1227103383431891343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1227103383431891343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1227103383431891343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1227103383431891343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-see.html' title='the messed up girl since the dawn of time'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S30KR8D6YfI/AAAAAAAABoQ/0zvfwZ4B2tY/s72-c/Image0235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-3573568548336043627</id><published>2010-02-13T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:18:42.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if only you knew'/><title type='text'>single and loving it</title><content type='html'>woohoo! Valentine's day tomorrow! and i'm a single enjoying Valentine's day.. personally, to me, Valentine's&amp;nbsp;day can also be celebrated among close friends.. Be it single or attached, you're not deprived from celebrating Valentine's day. (: &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;working life was alright.. after LTA i went to Qiaonan primary and MOE. (: honestly? i prefer studying so much more! working may be fun and of course you would enjoy it's perks such as going home late, making new friends and of course earning money... but the kind of people i met at work and school are totally different, not in terms of age though.. the types of people i meet.. in school the worse would be those who slanders and spreads rumors about you and makes life miserable, and they're most probably disliked by everyone.. however, at work, the worse was someone who thinks that she is the boss of me.. she may be a &lt;em&gt;senior &lt;/em&gt;but i didnt enjoy working with her.. her attitude and the way she talks makes you wanna give her up-down-left-right -.- seriously.. another thing about working is the interview.. i've been to quite a number of walk-in interviews and they werent as bad as the last one i went to. my god-dad arranged for me an interview regarding a part time post as a receptionist at ISS.. so i went there for my interview.. and damn that interviewer.. no offence though.. she sucked a great deal! she made me feel so uncomfortable! and she asked stupid questions like "why did you choose AES as your school?" so i explained that MOE choose that for me out of my 6 choices.. and she couldnt understand! -.- damn. well.. overall.. i stayed as calm as i could and be polite to her.. i'm no longer in school where i can easily find people to stand up for me.. so i walked out of the building hoping that she wouldnt call me back! and yay! dream come true.. (: so many types of people out there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-3573568548336043627?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3573568548336043627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=3573568548336043627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3573568548336043627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3573568548336043627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/02/woohoo-valentines-day-tomorrow-and-im.html' title='single and loving it'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5707820967827445143</id><published>2010-02-06T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:41:39.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it didnt turn out as good as i hoped it to be'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;2 more days to work and i've still gotta work again.. i've been working at a bakery along Upper Serangoon Road and i've got 2 more days there! yay! (: no offence though.. i dont like working there very much.. it seemed like a very good idea at first cause i asked a group of friends to join me.. but it ended up being me alone working.. -.- suckish.. like seriously.. my first 3 days were in the kitchen helping with the production and such, thereafter, i was sent to do road shows.. i've been doing road shows for 4 days.. Infineon, Hougang Primary and LTA.. road shows were alright though.. the 2 days at infineon were not as good compared to Hougang Primary and LTA.. not in terms of sales.. (: alright.. pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zUhBMEK1I/AAAAAAAABnY/AdIR4kjM7Ow/s1600-h/Image0131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zUhBMEK1I/AAAAAAAABnY/AdIR4kjM7Ow/s320/Image0131.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zUlLlRuAI/AAAAAAAABng/NlKxtnSOOHs/s1600-h/Image0132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zUlLlRuAI/AAAAAAAABng/NlKxtnSOOHs/s320/Image0132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Infineon pass and lunch! (: day 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zU5PGrcxI/AAAAAAAABno/967xxYHhrNo/s1600-h/Image0142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zU5PGrcxI/AAAAAAAABno/967xxYHhrNo/s320/Image0142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zU9G0NlnI/AAAAAAAABnw/wrs4VeyLt_A/s1600-h/Image0146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zU9G0NlnI/AAAAAAAABnw/wrs4VeyLt_A/s320/Image0146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zU_Zluk7I/AAAAAAAABn4/W_kZbfKIMQ8/s1600-h/Image0149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zU_Zluk7I/AAAAAAAABn4/W_kZbfKIMQ8/s320/Image0149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HPS, day 3, the poster was found in the teacher's lounge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Arh.. i remember the canteen food when i was in primary school. haha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zVqKu36qI/AAAAAAAABoA/yYdn6ch09GQ/s1600-h/Image0154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zVqKu36qI/AAAAAAAABoA/yYdn6ch09GQ/s320/Image0154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zVtHyTW3I/AAAAAAAABoI/FnglVu-kaak/s1600-h/Image0155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zVtHyTW3I/AAAAAAAABoI/FnglVu-kaak/s320/Image0155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;day 4 at LTA.. i just couldn't resist buying these 2 rings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;there were also other stalls set up there.. so yea.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my fav. is the smiley face! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5707820967827445143?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5707820967827445143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5707820967827445143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5707820967827445143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5707820967827445143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-more-days-to-work-and-ive-still-gotta.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2zUhBMEK1I/AAAAAAAABnY/AdIR4kjM7Ow/s72-c/Image0131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-8688873653185054492</id><published>2010-02-05T08:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T08:38:24.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's day is just around the corner.. so i thought i might post some of the poems i wrote.. mind that some of those are just edits from movies or books. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses are red,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Violets are blue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is cliché,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I really love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Valentine’s my dear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to hold you tight and near,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for all your love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be my valentine again next year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Star light star bright,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First star I see tonight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I may, I wish I might,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That (insert name) will be my valentine tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh (insert name) (insert name),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherefore art thou (insert name),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deny not my request to be thy valentine.&lt;br /&gt;For if thou deny I shall be depressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-8688873653185054492?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/8688873653185054492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=8688873653185054492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/8688873653185054492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/8688873653185054492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-is-just-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1795568093032543644</id><published>2010-02-02T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:13:31.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many things going on at once for me to handle'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;iwishicouldjustgoandi'llvisitonceinawhileithoughtiwouldenjoyitbutapparentlyidontsomehowitjustdoesntfeelright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;it's like saying, i've got only one pair of hands and i can only wear a set of gloves.. why would i want two sets of gloves to wear at one time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;so this is it.. it sucks going through a period of thoughts and at the same time not being able to enjoy what i like doing.. it might not be the people though, it's just the feeling from day 1.. it just doesnt feel right.. and what makes it worse is that i'm facing it alone. who am i gonna share this with when i dont even know the root of the problem.. not to even say the root, i dont even know what the problem is... all i know is that i feel strange this time round.. it aint the same anymore.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;or have i left my comfort zone? is that why? anyways.. i'm not gonna continue ranting here.. so yea.. more updates after i finish working! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;sothatsiti'mnotgonnapursueitanyfurtheri'mjustgonnatrytobesanguineallthetimethereandmakethebestoutofit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;p/s: i've found me at where i lost myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1795568093032543644?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1795568093032543644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1795568093032543644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1795568093032543644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1795568093032543644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/02/iwishicouldjustgoandillvisitonceinawhil.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-7256828665339923118</id><published>2010-01-31T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:45:22.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contradictions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2WVrLBVDPI/AAAAAAAABnQ/dTIP-b_pgf4/s1600-h/question.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2WVrLBVDPI/AAAAAAAABnQ/dTIP-b_pgf4/s400/question.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I simply don't understand why.. I dont understand how I can do this... it's like I want and I don't want, like I yearn and i disgust! just another roller coaster or just another feeling of mine.. 6th sense? narh.. it's different..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;**i shall end here.. i'm getting tired**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;p/s: i wish i could tell you but it's just not time.. but somehow i feel that you know and may be, just may be you are doubting just a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-7256828665339923118?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7256828665339923118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=7256828665339923118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7256828665339923118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7256828665339923118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-simply-dont-understand-why.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2WVrLBVDPI/AAAAAAAABnQ/dTIP-b_pgf4/s72-c/question.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1276913497100974986</id><published>2010-01-30T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T08:25:34.276+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finding where i lost myself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was just looking back in the year 2009.. and i saw my target for O levels.. well.. compared to what i have... ... &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; difference.. plus i have changed my mind about the courses.. i started out wanting to become a doctor, then i wanted to specialize in medical research, later on i thought of being a lawyer so i was contemplating... JC or poly.. after that, i read about pharmaceutical science.. -.- darn... cause' doctor, researcher, pharmacist, the difference is big! just imgaine all these changes happened in 2009, not over the years.. in merely a few months. ohwell.. at least now i'm happy with pharmaceutical sciences at RP.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2N3AY5KjjI/AAAAAAAABm4/UxXrDzAAlmY/s1600-h/430e5a7dd0077906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2N3AY5KjjI/AAAAAAAABm4/UxXrDzAAlmY/s320/430e5a7dd0077906.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2N27CfFjiI/AAAAAAAABmw/9wQCQMAb8mU/s1600-h/5fa699cb1f097bd0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2N27CfFjiI/AAAAAAAABmw/9wQCQMAb8mU/s320/5fa699cb1f097bd0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2N3D_skdmI/AAAAAAAABnI/8q2YVGURGtg/s1600-h/73190f4e2ced59b6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2N3D_skdmI/AAAAAAAABnI/8q2YVGURGtg/s320/73190f4e2ced59b6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;justtellmewhyikeptseeingyou,tellmewhyyou'reback,whenyou'rereadypleaseexplainwhydidyoudothat&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;i know what i heard, i know what i saw, but i dont know what i felt. a somewhat neutral and yet bitter kind of feeling, confused yet sure of what i want.. all because of your artificial presence. i dont wanna go back to where i was a year ago.. somehow after we took different paths at the junction i lost myself along that road.. hoping my soul will find me before it finds the 'light' ... thereafter, i found a newer, happier me but somewhat cocky.. i'm happy with that though.. all i wanna know is why.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;isimplydontunderstandwhyyouhadtodothat,allthoselies,althoughyoumeannothingtomeistillwannaknow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1276913497100974986?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1276913497100974986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1276913497100974986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1276913497100974986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1276913497100974986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-just-looking-back-in-year-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S2N3AY5KjjI/AAAAAAAABm4/UxXrDzAAlmY/s72-c/430e5a7dd0077906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-7568712508165636162</id><published>2010-01-27T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:41:17.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='counting down 82 days'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S1-lQqlDb5I/AAAAAAAABmo/qdMSo7BnVHY/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S1-lQqlDb5I/AAAAAAAABmo/qdMSo7BnVHY/s320/DSC00497.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;yay!!! yippie eie yeah! (: I am going to Republic Poly, taking Pharmaceutical science! (: gosh! (: i'm gonna love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-7568712508165636162?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7568712508165636162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=7568712508165636162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7568712508165636162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7568712508165636162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-yippie-eie-yeah-i-am-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S1-lQqlDb5I/AAAAAAAABmo/qdMSo7BnVHY/s72-c/DSC00497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-7683919457210769655</id><published>2010-01-26T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:40:45.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i havent felt like this in a long time for so long...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S15IAtXcNMI/AAAAAAAABmg/bobnDmCsTxU/s1600-h/DSC_1171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S15IAtXcNMI/AAAAAAAABmg/bobnDmCsTxU/s400/DSC_1171.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;i've never felt like that in a long time.. or may be i've never felt like that before.. for the first couple of months i managed to kept it from the world.. then came that day when i wanted to let the cat out of the bag but i didnt let it out to you.. continue trying to let it out to you, but whenever i try to, i re-think and told myself "no" . this little thing has been going on for several months now.. within this period i've felt all kinds of emotions.. i struggled to know where i really stand.. and now i do know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;i wanna let you know so bad, but i'm just afraid that things might change for the worse.. i wanna keep this thing called friendship we have, but i'm too afraid to lose it.. at times i wonder if you're guessing on your own.. does my actions affect you, does my actions attract your attention? this thing i feel here, i've felt it before, but this time it's different, i know. the last time i felt it, i was immature.. i was irrational.. i was stupid.. but i kept that friendship.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;i know it's not time yet cause' it's too early in the year.. i'm expecting drastic changes.. anyways... thats it i suppose.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;oh gosh! yesterday was a great day! i finally feel that i've pass the &lt;em&gt;screw up &lt;/em&gt;period.. so yesterday.. daddy and i left for Jln Riang at 10.30am and reached there by 10.50am.. help Uncle Pat deliver goods to 6 places.. delivery ended at 2.30pm.. gosh.. daddy and i haven't eaten anything since morning.. planned to have lunch but then we had to collect a wooden plank for the house and a last minute delivery to woodlands.. by the time we finished it was already 4.40pm.. reached home with dinner for my sis and nanny at 5.30pm and left home with my dad and bro for dinner.. gosh! i haven't felt that hungry in a long time! the last time i remembered was when............................ .........when......... during O level intensive studies.. gosh.. well.. thats about it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;p/s: i cant wait to know where i'll b posted to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-7683919457210769655?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7683919457210769655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=7683919457210769655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7683919457210769655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7683919457210769655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-never-felt-like-that-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S15IAtXcNMI/AAAAAAAABmg/bobnDmCsTxU/s72-c/DSC_1171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-6841790763714434144</id><published>2010-01-19T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:28:31.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if given the appropriate time and a chance to really talk to you, i would probably tell you the truth, as it is now, i cant. i doubt that you even know what is happening though.. and even if you guess so, i also doubt that you would ask me for my answer.. i've never really gave a big hint ever since i was.... lets just say 'not wanted as the category' .. and thereafter i don't drop any huge hints anymore.. a kind of fear probably..&amp;nbsp; but then again it seemed like you were also... ... even if so, how was i supposed to know for sure? there were so many fears going on on my mind then... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it has been so long since then... now that i've known you better, and i'm still getting to know you more.. and somehow, a part of me is telling me not to... telling me that what if my judgement is wrong again.. should i take the risk? should i continue going forward? test the water or will i be playing with fire? but i cant ask you all this... i dont want to know your answer cause you may not know.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;anyways.. apart from that, i'll be returning to AES tomorrow.. (: gonna give out CNY samples to the teachers.. ohyes, in case anyone wants to know the cakes and CNY treats&amp;nbsp;that i'm selling they're halal certified, so, no worries.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S1WzbkkBWHI/AAAAAAAABmY/qc8r-T7g17M/s1600-h/Image0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S1WzbkkBWHI/AAAAAAAABmY/qc8r-T7g17M/s320/Image0085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-6841790763714434144?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/6841790763714434144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=6841790763714434144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6841790763714434144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6841790763714434144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-given-appropriate-time-and-chance-to.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S1WzbkkBWHI/AAAAAAAABmY/qc8r-T7g17M/s72-c/Image0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-8653211336498864208</id><published>2010-01-16T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:45:01.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this ounce of courage is not gonna drop from the sky'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;sometimes the simpliest of things would be sufficient to paint a smile on your face, sometimes all it takes is a single person to be there, sometimes all you want to simply drift into dreamland and have the time of your life. all it takes to put a smile on your face.. and when it happens you seem to be unable to wipe it off your face.. and all you want to do is sit down facing the window&amp;nbsp;and begin smiling at yourself.. even if it's for absolutely nothing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #351c75;"&gt;i haven't felt like this in a long long long time.. i hardly smile ever since.... God-knows-when... i absolutely love this sanguine feeling of mine.. it's like reading Heidi all over again, but better.. and it was only yesterday when i felt just the same as every other day.. no smiles, no daydreaming, no happy feeling for absolutely no apparent reason.. but it's all different now.. (: (: (: oh gosh.. i hope this lasts.. but regardless, i'm gonna enjoy everybit of my joy! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;alright... counting down:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5days till Jocelyn's birthday&lt;br /&gt;11-13days till the release of posting results.&lt;br /&gt;11days till Junpeng's birthday&lt;br /&gt;69 days till my birthday! yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about posting. sigh.. i really hope that i can get my first choice, which is pharmaceutical science at RP.. urgh.. whatever other people say.. that RP isnt good or anything.. doesnt matter at this point.. all i want is to do well and then move on to NUS! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats all for now.. (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-8653211336498864208?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/8653211336498864208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=8653211336498864208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/8653211336498864208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/8653211336498864208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-simpliest-of-things-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5031475773913372718</id><published>2010-01-14T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:55:42.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i changed my hairstyle and i'm satisfied with it.. cause i wanted a whole new look.. (: hehes.. so here it is.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S07pmpYbnYI/AAAAAAAABmQ/UgD-jqNdQuk/s1600-h/DSC_5075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S07pmpYbnYI/AAAAAAAABmQ/UgD-jqNdQuk/s320/DSC_5075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S07pKdkeVWI/AAAAAAAABmI/fESCuk5dz78/s1600-h/Image0071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S07pKdkeVWI/AAAAAAAABmI/fESCuk5dz78/s320/Image0071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5031475773913372718?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5031475773913372718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5031475773913372718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5031475773913372718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5031475773913372718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-changed-my-hairstyle-and-im-satisfied.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S07pmpYbnYI/AAAAAAAABmQ/UgD-jqNdQuk/s72-c/DSC_5075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5611282018445341697</id><published>2010-01-13T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:55:21.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m still unable to find that ounce of courage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everybody! (: so.. CNY is just around the corner, if any of you is planning to buy CNY treats for your guest please visit : &lt;a href="http://www.yummiliciouscakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;http://www.yummiliciouscakes.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;the prices are stated there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;sigh.. now i can say that 5 years of secondary life is finally over and we're all moving onto the next&amp;nbsp;phase of life.. i'm definitely gonna miss all my friends.. i'm gonna miss all the good times we had.. so.. i have another add on to my New Year's Resolutions.. Other than being more sociable and staying sanguine, i want to make the best effort to keep my friends.. All of them, be it from primary school, secondary school, PLTC camp, WOS, or even church.. I amazed myself by making new friends last year with He An and Sean. this once in a blue moon kind of thing don't come around so often.. so i'm gonna make it happen! (: salvaging friendships before they're beyond repair, re-bond with old friends whom i was close with nearly a million years ago and making new friends.. (: i want to keep the friendship i share with so many people now.. and i've already told some of them that we HAVE TO make time to have at least a lunch.. (: 2010 is definitely going to be exciting! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;p/s: certain things are more fragile than it looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S01D35W2HHI/AAAAAAAABmA/6ERAVVQVJ94/s1600-h/DSC_1574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S01D35W2HHI/AAAAAAAABmA/6ERAVVQVJ94/s400/DSC_1574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5611282018445341697?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5611282018445341697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5611282018445341697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5611282018445341697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5611282018445341697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-everybody-so.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S01D35W2HHI/AAAAAAAABmA/6ERAVVQVJ94/s72-c/DSC_1574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-7014774858939188675</id><published>2010-01-12T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:11:03.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just you watch and see'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everybody! (: hmm.. my O level results? narh. not as expected, worse than expected actually, but then i've gotta make the best out of what i have and get the best out of it.. (: i will update my posting status.. (: so.. i wasn't as tense as i was during the release of my N level results.. so yea, i kind of expected that i would be half a goner.. oh well.. at least i can qualify for RP.. last resort though, but at least i can use my last resort. (: and there are courses that i like.. yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;the thing i'd miss most would be my friends.. well.. i feel so stretched.. cause i have friends all over.. at RP, SP and NP.. and i missed them so much.. anyways.. i shall and i will make time for my friends.. actually, i'm happy, i managed to salvage a friendship dispite the rumors, and i managed to re-make friends.. (: this year will definitely be a better year.. i can feel it! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-7014774858939188675?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7014774858939188675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=7014774858939188675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7014774858939188675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7014774858939188675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-everybody-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5403386161789023449</id><published>2010-01-08T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:39:05.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to republic poly today.. (: it was fruitful in a sense that i got to see the friends whom i miss so very much! and the person i miss most was there! arh!!! so happy to see her.. &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;left home at around 11.15am and took a train down to woodlands then too 169 to RP.. reached there and hunted down Rina! haha.. almost got lost but didn't thanks to the sign boards put up.. (: took a breath of relief when i saw Rina! (: talked to her for little while then went to walk around.. walked to the school of engineering first, before even going in i saw this girl.. so familar!!! then she saw me and "arh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omgg!!!!!!!!" Amira!!! haha.. (: my primary school besty and phone buddy!!!!! i miss her so much... (: then after that i called Jinfang down to accompany me!! (: then while we were talking Sandy popped in and exclaimed "what are you doing here?!!!" narh, she wasn't angry, just shocked!.. after my tour i left.. and now i'm back home.. contemplating the next step i should take after results release on monday...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;sigh.. i can feel&amp;nbsp;my heart in my throat already!!! well... more updates after i collect my results... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S0bRgJmcO8I/AAAAAAAABl4/g56sBuVomxY/s1600-h/luvya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S0bRgJmcO8I/AAAAAAAABl4/g56sBuVomxY/s320/luvya.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5403386161789023449?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5403386161789023449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5403386161789023449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5403386161789023449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5403386161789023449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-republic-poly-today.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S0bRgJmcO8I/AAAAAAAABl4/g56sBuVomxY/s72-c/luvya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5895698347369765841</id><published>2010-01-04T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:49:43.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the fragility of life itself'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohyea! i'm heading down to AES tomorrow! (: i miss my juniors so much already! haha.. but then again, not as much as my friends.. i've been feeling so useless these few days.. like i'm a good-for-nothing piece of trash at home... sigh. what to do? ... &lt;em&gt;bulid up self esteem lor..~ &lt;/em&gt;anyways.. np and sp's open house is nearing and i'm going.. hehes.. (: anyways.. today............. i went to the dentist to finish up my crowning... yay! finally! (: amazing how 1 tooth can make me go to the dentist several times, sitting there idle for hours and not to mention the money spent! apart from that.... &lt;em&gt;results!!!! argh!!!!!! the anticipation is killing me man! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;today i've learnt that life is fragile in many ways.. in terms of family, friendship, health and in a general form.. i've learnt where a single word can make a HUGE difference, and a small action can cause a person to change their mood.. today, here, on my blog.. i'm gonna tell you my new year's resolution.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;open up to people easily and be more sociable, to be easily engaged in a new group ans stop being withdrawn... as simple as that... but most of all, stay optimistic! hehes (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;alright, i'm gonna have to end here... i dont wanna get stuck and then post a load of rubbish! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S0Hx1BlD6xI/AAAAAAAABlw/ijqV5n0DB1c/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S0Hx1BlD6xI/AAAAAAAABlw/ijqV5n0DB1c/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5895698347369765841?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5895698347369765841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5895698347369765841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5895698347369765841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5895698347369765841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/ohyea-im-heading-down-to-aes-tomorrow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/S0Hx1BlD6xI/AAAAAAAABlw/ijqV5n0DB1c/s72-c/DSC_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1787993130437112903</id><published>2010-01-02T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:17:01.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell me what to do cause i dont wanna record this on paper'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;feeling all grown up all of a sudden, feel as though it's time for me to pay... i feel like i've not done enough,&amp;nbsp;and yet,&amp;nbsp;previously i felt i've done so much more.. may be i was wrong.. i don't know when this happened, i don't know how this happened... but i know it happened, gradually getting my attention.. things used to be so easy, things used to be so straight forward... the complication accumulating, the formulas fading.. i don't know what to do anymore.. but i know that everything will fall into place and all i have to do i trust the Lord.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;2010 feels so weird all of a sudden, like an anticipation eating me alive and i wanna get out of it.. but it seems sl thrilling too! the new things that i'm gonna face, but i'm positive that my 18th year will be great, even better than my 17th year... (: alright, today.. nothing much actually.. i've ran out of things to say, not to mention how mundane my diary is... gosh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, i'm so excited about the release of my O level results! argh... but.. yes, but! but, i'm also afraid... sigh. ohwell... i should be returning to AES between the 2nd-4th day of sch... (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;i shall end here (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;~all the best to all of you in this year to come!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sz9VOUDjlJI/AAAAAAAABlo/t_lu-OCifV8/s1600-h/DSC_1599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sz9VOUDjlJI/AAAAAAAABlo/t_lu-OCifV8/s400/DSC_1599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1787993130437112903?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1787993130437112903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1787993130437112903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1787993130437112903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1787993130437112903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-all-grown-up-all-of-sudden-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sz9VOUDjlJI/AAAAAAAABlo/t_lu-OCifV8/s72-c/DSC_1599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5686475765844422040</id><published>2010-01-01T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:46:12.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new beginnings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;2010 is finally here! a new year with new beginnings and endings, new challanges with more obstacles and with victories, that goes without saying.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for so many things! &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;i can't wait to collect my results, i can't wait to know which school i'll be posted to, i can't wait for my 18th birthday, i can't wait to return to sec sch to visit my juniors and teachers! (: i'm kind of anticipating things... i personally feel that my 2010 will be better than my suckish love-hate 2009.. i'm glad i can move on to new things, and start new beginnings.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5686475765844422040?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5686475765844422040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5686475765844422040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5686475765844422040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5686475765844422040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010-is-finally-here-new.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1429446505858230138</id><published>2009-12-31T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:06:11.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss of appitite'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;yay! (: my fever subsided... (: i slept through the entire morning... but then... i've lost my appitite... sigh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;anyways... just a few more hours till 2010 commences! (: oh... i can't wait! another update tonight.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;~sayonnara!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1429446505858230138?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1429446505858230138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1429446505858230138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1429446505858230138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1429446505858230138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/yay-my-fever-subsided.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4760602214167112162</id><published>2009-12-31T07:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:05:41.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ending the year on a sick note'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my labels says it all... my whole family expect for my mum is sick! my siblings and i have vomited... urgh.... &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; ho ho! and i couldn't find a better picture than taking it... ohwell.... the saying goes "out with the bad and in with the good." it's early in the morning and both my siblings are down with fever... me? i haven't had a good night's rest.... my little bro fell sick late last night.. well.. so i stayed up.. he kept crying.. he vomited and cried and whined.. using a damp cloth didnt work after awhile.. this kept me up until 2am.. slept for awhile and he woke up again... 3plus we went back into the room, slept soundly until my bro turned and laid on me and i felt nauseous... so i was kept awake since... then i vomited... darn.... twice already, since this morning.. oh darn... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzvcS_0TWbI/AAAAAAAABlg/73oi0naqrhM/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzvcS_0TWbI/AAAAAAAABlg/73oi0naqrhM/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzvcP2P314I/AAAAAAAABlY/2J-UKIzKJgI/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzvcP2P314I/AAAAAAAABlY/2J-UKIzKJgI/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4760602214167112162?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4760602214167112162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4760602214167112162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4760602214167112162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4760602214167112162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-labels-says-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzvcS_0TWbI/AAAAAAAABlg/73oi0naqrhM/s72-c/IMG_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4405521025762925939</id><published>2009-12-31T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:01:17.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why are you back'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh... it's finally the last day of 2009! (:&lt;br /&gt;narh.. i think i'll skip the what happen and stuff... &lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.. less than 24 hours and we're heading onto 2010! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates later... it's 2am!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4405521025762925939?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4405521025762925939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4405521025762925939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4405521025762925939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4405521025762925939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/gosh_31.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4669160603582088506</id><published>2009-12-30T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:34:49.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh!! suckish!!! i can't upload pics!!! darn.... so suckish!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyways... apart from this suckish problem, I met someone really nice!&lt;br /&gt;no no no... not infatuation if thats what you're thinking of...&lt;br /&gt;cause' i was out buying groceries and it weighed a ton! me and my laziness to walk, so i decided to carry the trolley with my siblings up the stairs.. well.. i thinking "it's only on the second floor..." but stupid me! overestimated myself and we had a tough time going up 2 steps... not 2 slides of stairs, 2 steps... -.- so this nice uncle helped us... (: there are nice people around apart than our everyday friends.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... today i gave evelyn an advanced birthday surprise.. nope, nothing like yesterday... (: let's hope she likes it... (:&lt;br /&gt;alright, i don't feel like blogging anymore cause this is so suckish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4669160603582088506?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4669160603582088506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4669160603582088506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4669160603582088506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4669160603582088506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/argh-suckish-i-cant-upload-pics-darn.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-134416258943621975</id><published>2009-12-29T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:08:28.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone else will get a pleasant surprise soon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dearest jasmine meimei is happy! yay..! (: haha... i fooled her into believeing that i forgot her birthday! haha... so i prepared her fav. cake! and fooled her into coming to my house! mua hahaha! (: i made her a birthday card too!!!! and now... hmm... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;are reading this before your birthday then good larh... let's hope &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;know who &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;are... haha!!!! (: i love surprises!! yippie eie yeah! (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well... it's just a couple more days till 2010 and i think i have a song with lyrics without melody for my dear readers... &lt;em&gt;anyone kind enough to create a melody for me when i post my song with lyrics but no melody is most welcome to do so!! (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; well... i can't wait for 2010 man!!!!! i can finally leave my love-hate year and head on to a new year... a new year, a new piece of paper with new challanges and accumulating victories! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abigail wishes those who reads this blog/post and their families a happy new year and may the year 2010 be an even better year than this... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i think i'm going bersark again... hehes, happy-meter overload!!!!!!!!!!! arhhhhhhhh~~) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yup! it's official! i'm going siao! haha... alright! goodnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~sayonnara~ &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzoKV7eaw3I/AAAAAAAABlQ/owIBlcopmDg/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420656473352618866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzoKV7eaw3I/AAAAAAAABlQ/owIBlcopmDg/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzoKVbvUWwI/AAAAAAAABlA/kSTCvsudcxA/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420656464833567490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzoKVbvUWwI/AAAAAAAABlA/kSTCvsudcxA/s400/IMG_0008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzoKVkT2ahI/AAAAAAAABlI/BLVFhYbIFIo/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420656467134278162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzoKVkT2ahI/AAAAAAAABlI/BLVFhYbIFIo/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-134416258943621975?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/134416258943621975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=134416258943621975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/134416258943621975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/134416258943621975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dearest-jasmine-meimei-is-happy-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzoKV7eaw3I/AAAAAAAABlQ/owIBlcopmDg/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-3640453709902735718</id><published>2009-12-27T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:16:37.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s like walking back to where it all began'/><title type='text'>the journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the journey:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;what journey you might be asking... well... i think my O lvl preparation journey is enough to kill your time reading it... the year started hectic! like seriously... afternoon classes and saturday lessons.... but there were all kinds of obstacles along the way, but i'm not here to talk about my non-related study obstacles.. (: i started the year with enthusiasm! note books were bought, and early revision before school reopened.. it was hectic! but as soon as lessons started i felt like i have learnt nothing thoughout my 4years in school... it as terrible, my 5th year and i felt like i've learnt nothing.. great! just perfect for the year of my MAJOR exams! like "what the heck!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but as the year went on everything started to come back, the formulas and the ways to solve a problem was beginning to seem familiar, and as soon as things seem so 'perfect' , i lost it! new things were taught and it was all in a foreign language! "huh? .... die!" was my phrase of the season! everything written on the whiteboard was in a foreign language! it was an uphill climb, it wasn't easy, but i did it, i reached the peak! and grasped and applied! "yay me!" CA1. mid-year, prelims... i gotta admit, i sucked! seriously, it seemed like a dead end.. i felt like giving up, i felt like all my efforts went down the drain... and then one of daddy's phrase came to mind "if you working so hard and you miss it by a mark, then what's all the hard work for? you mid as well not study at all and end up at the same destination." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it really seemed like the end.. but i held on tight, i hanged in there and pushed myself like i've never pushed before.. the force and effort plus the pressure! waking up at 4am nearly everymorning and sleeping at 10.30pm everynight... and at the end of the week i collapsed without fail.. i would either cry or i would totally change my character.. but that was just for a couple of days... it was tedious! and finally... O lvls.... "doomed!" i told that to myself... days before my first paper (english), i cried.. i cried real bad! funny though... cause i was talking to daddy when i suddenly broke down... and it went on... but our conversation continued... hahahahaha! (: the day of O lvl.... i went into the examination hall neutral.. i was pretty pessimistic though... english? my strongest subject.. i feel like i suck at it despite my english speaking background.. but it was better as it went on.... i was more optimistic, i cried less and pushed harder but i would drift off just to let loose.... (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to all those out there taking your O lvls next year, hang in there.. it'll be over soon... remember.. "put in ALL your effort, be sure to be confident.. remember what my daddy said" (: all the best! (: it'll be over soon... trust me.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~abigail says her story~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-3640453709902735718?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3640453709902735718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=3640453709902735718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3640453709902735718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3640453709902735718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/journey.html' title='the journey'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-8733320641589902799</id><published>2009-12-26T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:32:50.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i keep seeing you in other people'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzWCy2Uwk1I/AAAAAAAABk4/ZhxXQPnxrII/s1600-h/43fedbbe360f1382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 136px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419381536697914194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzWCy2Uwk1I/AAAAAAAABk4/ZhxXQPnxrII/s400/43fedbbe360f1382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzWCypuHVnI/AAAAAAAABkw/sxKHmzN1U8E/s1600-h/8c5bc4676b9990da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419381533314602610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzWCypuHVnI/AAAAAAAABkw/sxKHmzN1U8E/s400/8c5bc4676b9990da.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't sleep last night, so daddy introduced Patch Adams to us.. it's a movie based on the true story of Dr. Hunter Patch Adams.. (: it was so touching! well, it's kind of like the book i read "Violet Travilla" ... alright that aside.. how was your christmas? (: hmm, i'm just glad that 2009 is coming to an end.. (: and 2010 is gonna be better! way way way better! challanges this year has taken half my life away... haha! (: anyways.. i'm gonna go for a wedding later! yay! pictures shall be uploaded as soon as i get home! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-8733320641589902799?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/8733320641589902799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=8733320641589902799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/8733320641589902799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/8733320641589902799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/couldnt-sleep-last-night-so-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SzWCy2Uwk1I/AAAAAAAABk4/ZhxXQPnxrII/s72-c/43fedbbe360f1382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4406054740014122855</id><published>2009-12-23T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:44:16.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conicidental or exact same'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;its that feeling of fondness that absence brings that tells you that you're head over heels crazy in love, its the possibility of daydreaming with your eyes wide open after mid night that makes a smile appear on your face, its the sudden &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;radiant&lt;/span&gt; glow on your face that tells people that you're in love and of course the light steps your feet brings.. smiling at almost everything, laughing to yourself.. and then at times wonder what love really is about.. is it that fondness that absence brings or the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;radiant&lt;/span&gt; smile? or may be even the crimson red colour that your cheeks shows when you-know-who appears.. your heart starts to beat fast and you're tongue tied, your mind goes blank and you don't know what to say anymore.. but then you know that it's true.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna turn 18 soon! it's fast! really fast.. from being a little girl to growing up to be schooling in primary school and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PLSE&lt;/span&gt; comes and goes and secondary school starts, in a blink of an eye N &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lvls&lt;/span&gt; are over and done with and O &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lvls&lt;/span&gt; just ended.. a little while more and the results will be released.. 3 months till my 18&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yippie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eie&lt;/span&gt; yeah! (: i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wanna talk about how 2009 has been for me, i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;traumatised&lt;/span&gt; enough for now.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; (: staying optimistic still, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;same'O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abi&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; (: cause' eventually everything will turn out fine.. pieces of the puzzle will finally come together, eventually though, no matter how long it takes life goes on, so no point waiting, one step at a time.. (: and after the results are released it's either &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; or poly.. it's gonna be fast! and adulthood here i come!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;being a teenager had it's perks. but it was kind of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suckish&lt;/span&gt; in certain aspects for me.. well, i cant expect everything to be perfect &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; it? [ i ought to sit in a corner and let myself drift away, i feel myself getting crazier after typing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every word&lt;/span&gt;, but that can wait! ] teenage starts from 13-20.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; gone through more than half.. just slightly more than 2 years more for me. the beginning was terrible! mood swings and such, not so much of PMS.. i rarely PMS.. (: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehes&lt;/span&gt;.. 13 years old.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. i was sociable enough to get by sec 1, i remember myself being blunt and loud, really loud.. it was terrible, but thank God it wasn't bad to a point where i would lose my new found friends then.. i remember being a perfectionist and a bossy leader.. i remember wanting things my way.. i remember getting into a heck load of trouble. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! (: sec 2 passed by fast, then came sec 3.. hectic year.. a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suckish&lt;/span&gt; but it was alright, sec 4 was better and sec 5 i need not elaborate.. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;okok&lt;/span&gt;, i need to sit in a corner now! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayonnara&lt;/span&gt;!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4406054740014122855?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4406054740014122855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4406054740014122855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4406054740014122855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4406054740014122855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-feeling-of-fondness-that.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4734339346017274828</id><published>2009-12-20T09:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:30:41.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>babysitting &amp; youth camp</title><content type='html'>hello! (: i'm back from camp.. although it might have been only for 25hours, it was fun.. alright.. so... 18th dec 2009.. i'm just gonna summarise (: reached church at about 8.50am and the work started, there were quite a number of children, sarah and her 3 gorgors, rosh and rei, jeremy and his little bro, arthur, another boy whose name i cant remember now.. grace. thats about it.. 10 children.. (: roda, hannah, caleb, nicholas and michelle were also there to help.. baby sitting was fun but tiring, but also enjoyable.. keeping the older kids quiet was a challange but it ended well.. later that day youth camp started at 8plus.. we had ice breaker games and then a short briefing on the think tank session we're gonna have the next day. by about 11pm we all headed down to the cheese prata shop for our supper! (: returned to church and bathed then played PIT! (: by the time i got to bed it was already 2.30am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19th dec 2009.. woke up at 6plus got ready for 5bx.. 5bx was jogging to NUS and then uphill to kent ridge.. (i really should start working out.. :P) breakfast was followed after that.. mind games and then bible study and think tank.. it all lasted until about 3.45pm. later darren briefed us on the games, but roda and i only played until 4.45pm cause we went for choir practice.. well, we missed out on the wet games at west coast! but! i still got wet in the end! haha (: changed and we had ice cream and pizza! (: then i headed home.. now for some pictures! i shall get more from the others.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy36Y03EuAI/AAAAAAAABkA/gyXlpzOjqQw/s1600-h/SDC10008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417261231210018818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy36Y03EuAI/AAAAAAAABkA/gyXlpzOjqQw/s400/SDC10008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy36ZVQOOSI/AAAAAAAABkQ/3547xsuKqKM/s1600-h/SDC10065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417261239905433890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy36ZVQOOSI/AAAAAAAABkQ/3547xsuKqKM/s400/SDC10065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy37LJsjq7I/AAAAAAAABkg/g3aZzDHnjdE/s1600-h/SDC10083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417262095796513714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy37LJsjq7I/AAAAAAAABkg/g3aZzDHnjdE/s400/SDC10083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy37KxjY8OI/AAAAAAAABkY/vafv3MSWgpA/s1600-h/SDC10072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417262089315610850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy37KxjY8OI/AAAAAAAABkY/vafv3MSWgpA/s400/SDC10072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy36ZMJZOPI/AAAAAAAABkI/_LeWFkL6ooU/s1600-h/SDC10013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417261237460875506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy36ZMJZOPI/AAAAAAAABkI/_LeWFkL6ooU/s400/SDC10013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy37LWybDuI/AAAAAAAABko/hckDyM_1Urs/s1600-h/SDC10096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417262099310776034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy37LWybDuI/AAAAAAAABko/hckDyM_1Urs/s400/SDC10096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4734339346017274828?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4734339346017274828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4734339346017274828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4734339346017274828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4734339346017274828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/babysitting-youth-camp.html' title='babysitting &amp; youth camp'/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sy36Y03EuAI/AAAAAAAABkA/gyXlpzOjqQw/s72-c/SDC10008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4870473373930759915</id><published>2009-12-18T05:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:58:53.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just a few hours till youth camp begins! (: yay! (: camp? i remember being a young girl and already wanting to go for camps. i remember that daddy brought me to my first camp when i was just 5 years old.. church was having their annual juniors teens camp at st john's island and daddy brought me along.. juniors teens camp age group is 10 to 14 years old.. and i was with people nearly 10 years older than me, i bunked with them, woke up to do PT with them and had breakfast with them.. and when they had games i would sit there and watch.. and sometimes for fun i was allowed to join in. during the games i would stay for awhile and then i had to go back to campsite and help out in the kitchen.. hey, who says 5 year olds cannot help in the kitchen? haha (: i would never forget my first camp.. and as i grew up i was finally old enough to be a camper! at the age of 8 or 9 i was attending my first OFFICIAL camp! (: i'm always in the spirit for camps.. 9 to 14 years old i attended every camp.. and nearly all of them were held at st johns.. sometimes it was held at church.. 14 years old was also the year i attended my first youth camp.. (: hey!!! so far my life is a montage of camps! anyways.. by 15 years old i was camp worker.. i was at first song leading and then in the games commitee.. other than church camps, school camps were fun too.. (: sec 1 oriantation camp, sec 2 NE camp, sec 3 advanture camp, sec 4 and sec 5 study camp and annual scouts and guides camp. of all these camps.. my most memorable ones are the ones held at st johns.. being a camper all i had to do was to listen to the gorgor and jiejie running the camp and planning games for us.. and my fav game of all time is the last night of camp.. war game!! (: when the sun goes down....... when the campfire is over....... when no one is tired despite all the games........ and the moon is up....... we get ready for war....... there was always 4 groups.. and 2 groups would join and combine.. war game had it's objectives, my fav was when we had to get the opponents banner.. we had to hide our banner, so some of us had to guard while others hunt for the opponents banner and the rest just wait to ambush! with water bombs in our hands.. we had P.O.W (prisonner of war), we had warriors.. haha (: and now that i have grown up, last year's junior's camp i was a worker and my sister was a camper.. and i was in the games commitee.. now i know how tough it is.. staying up late trying to get the games right, making sure that the campers would enjoy it.. going down to the park to check on our game site, sitting by the tap in the morning getting the water bombs ready.. it's a lot of work, but at the end of it the sense of satisfaction when the campers are having the time of their lives.. (: school camps... hmm.... my most unforgettable was sec 2 LTC camp.. it was held at pulau ubin, i love the high elements and the jetty jump! (: if my mum saw me doing that i think she would go bonkers.. anyways... i love camps.. and i'm hoping it wouldnt end so soon... cause i bet even when i'm 75 years old i'll still be attending camps!!!! haha (: we shall see.. alright, i shall end here and update more on sunday.. may be monday.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SyqpDO3TOQI/AAAAAAAABj4/0weuYBHT4D0/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416327374861187330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SyqpDO3TOQI/AAAAAAAABj4/0weuYBHT4D0/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SyqpCmylzsI/AAAAAAAABjw/znpzcw8EGnY/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416327364104015554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SyqpCmylzsI/AAAAAAAABjw/znpzcw8EGnY/s400/IMG_0373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4870473373930759915?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4870473373930759915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4870473373930759915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4870473373930759915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4870473373930759915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-just-few-hours-till-youth-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SyqpDO3TOQI/AAAAAAAABj4/0weuYBHT4D0/s72-c/IMG_0379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-314844447210922119</id><published>2009-12-17T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:45:40.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;this year... 2009... well.. for me it's a love-hate year.. 2009 has taught me many things about friendship, trust, understanding and tolerance.. i hate this year cause of the countless conflicts, the countless fights and the countless misunderstandings.. you cannot imagine how stupid things can be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the emotional roller coaster been though was terrible.. the headache and heartache.. the stress friends, teachers, family and studies has given me is undefinable, incomprehensible and unbearable.. the fights that happened between me and my friends were more or less inevitable.. but the fights were of the utmost stupid reason.. (: come to think of it it's really stupid.. i remember the FIRST fight with a friend of 5 years.. no names larh okay? (: this friend... hahahahahha... narh.. i'm not mocking this person, but that fight was stupid.. if you're thinking that i didn't forgive and forget, hell yea, you're wrong! (: i keep a diary.. and honestly, i wouldnt let anyone read my diaries.. not this year's one though.. cause it's just awful! you know the things a person writes when they're at the top of their anger and all kinds of thoughts flow in.. the things you wanna do then, the irrationality.. but thank God i wrote them down... cause reading it now, i'm glad i didnt do it.. i'm glad i didn't let my anger get the better of me.. this year came and is going fast.. i was blur about many things i wasnt myself.. i've said and done stupid things.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but hey! life is a montage of the stupid things a person does.. life is a montage of the failures they've been through.. life is a montage of the secret-good things a person does for another.. life is just another montage.. there is this saying "live life like there's no tomorrow and learn like there's always tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;for some reason, i love life quotations.. like what my blog title says "life's too short to let a little set back pull you down" it's true.. why live life in anger, being angry at every damn thing that you cant get right.. i used to tell this friend of mine that mistakes are made for you to learn what not to do again.. this friend of mine was afraid that i would end our friendship.. but this person no longer regards me as a friend.. but nonetheless, life goes on. (: people make mistakes all the time, but dont keep looking back on it.. cause you'll end up telling yourself "i should have done this!" "urgh! i shouldnt have done that!" but whats the point? whats done, done, can't be undone.. in life there are 3 things that cannot be taken back, 1) the stone after the throw, 2) the words after it has been said, 3) the hurt that has been inflicted.. rationalism is very important.. being trustworthy is important also.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;have you ever thought that "urgh, she doesnt need my help, someone else will come to her aid.." but havent you thought that no matter how much you dislike that person or how that person is a stranger to you, that person still needs your help.. cause you'll be in that position too.. ( no one is indispensable ) whoa.. i started out with the year 2009 and now i'm here.. hehes (: anyways.. it's linked.. (: i suppose this is the typical life of a teenager who is trying to find herself.. someone who wants to find herself at where she last saw and then lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p/s: is this long enough?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-314844447210922119?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/314844447210922119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=314844447210922119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/314844447210922119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/314844447210922119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-6351781116227733849</id><published>2009-12-16T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:15:24.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a good nights&apos; sleep would do the trick'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Syi-XJ4z_VI/AAAAAAAABjo/1c4duxSadEo/s1600-h/DSC_4836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415787856913497426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Syi-XJ4z_VI/AAAAAAAABjo/1c4duxSadEo/s400/DSC_4836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i love this dreamy picture (: nothing much to update though.. (: more after i return from camp.. pictures promised! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-6351781116227733849?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/6351781116227733849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=6351781116227733849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6351781116227733849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6351781116227733849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-this-dreamy-picture-nothing-much.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Syi-XJ4z_VI/AAAAAAAABjo/1c4duxSadEo/s72-c/DSC_4836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-7957104028192082715</id><published>2009-12-14T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:46:50.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who has the key to free them from this misery'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at People's Park food court yesterday.. and something struck me.. the fact that &lt;em&gt;there are &lt;/em&gt;people out there eating left over food and it does not just happen in drama series or cartoons. it's real. and it became very real to me during lunch yesterday.. it's &lt;em&gt;disheartening&lt;/em&gt; for me to see, cause i have an 88 year old nanny living with me. she has clothes to wear, food to eat and a rood over her head.. but this elderly i saw yesterday... only God knows how many clothes she has, how many times she eats a day and where she stays.. this elderly was waiting for people to finish their meal so that she has at least scraps to eat.. i didn't notice that she was hungry, i thought she only wanted to collect tin cans.. i only realised it when this family offered their bowl of yong tau foo, this bowl wasnt touched at all, although there wasnt any noddles, but the glow on the elderly's face was &lt;em&gt;priceless&lt;/em&gt;.. it really strike me hard, so hard that i'm now aware that there really is people like that out there.. my eyes are opened wider, and i'm so much more luckier.. i have a family, i have an education and i have a job. i get to go to japan and such.. but it's still disheartening.. really... i know that there are poor people out there, but it never occur to me that it would be that dire... such desperate positions are actually filled, and i doubt they enjoy that... honestly? NKF and all that... i've kinda lost my trust and hope in them after that fraud.. spare the needy please.. singapore... sigh.. it's like 2 extremes.. 2 extreme ends of financial status, 2 extreme ends of &lt;em&gt;compassion&lt;/em&gt;.. i hate to see this, but i can't think of anything to help at this point of time.. i'm in a position that i dont wanna be in, &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; i'm not in that dire state.. i still can carry on, but what about them? i'm young, but they're not. i can tolerate, how long more can they tolerate?&lt;br /&gt;well.. i'll pray for them then, just to give my heart some peace..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-7957104028192082715?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7957104028192082715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=7957104028192082715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7957104028192082715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7957104028192082715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-at-peoples-park-food-court.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-271448396346901490</id><published>2009-12-13T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:45:28.529+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m still not understanding'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hmm.. lets see.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;counting down : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt; 5days till youth camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt; 11 days till Christmas Eve Performance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt; 12 days till Chrismas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt; 16 days till Jasmine's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt; 18 days till Evelyn's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt; 19 days till 2010 commence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&gt;&gt; approximately 1 month till the release of GCE O level results&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today today today.. went to church and got a surprise! (: Rina was there! She hasn't come to church in a long long long long long time! but! i'm happy she's here today.. but then Roda went to visit her grandfather's grave.. anyways.. my cake business is alright.. (: i'm gonna go for door to door next.. i doubt i'll have flyers cause' i feel that door to door would be a bette&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SyTBd7R_ygI/AAAAAAAABjY/HHSjXnx_dl0/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414665371879721474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SyTBd7R_ygI/AAAAAAAABjY/HHSjXnx_dl0/s400/DSC00501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r approach.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-271448396346901490?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/271448396346901490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=271448396346901490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/271448396346901490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/271448396346901490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SyTBd7R_ygI/AAAAAAAABjY/HHSjXnx_dl0/s72-c/DSC00501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1901077087221290848</id><published>2009-12-09T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:54:18.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sx-ZeI22nnI/AAAAAAAABjQ/_U7IMeqlz_k/s1600-h/%E5%AF%8C%E5%A3%AB3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413214020175306354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sx-ZeI22nnI/AAAAAAAABjQ/_U7IMeqlz_k/s400/%E5%AF%8C%E5%A3%AB3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh yes! had another sale today.. (: THANK YOU HE AN! haha (: no so bad though.. daddy and i thought of renting a push cart but its at $2600++++/mth! sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. holidays has been boring so far... i can't believe that it has only been only nearly 1 month since the end of O levels... like..... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so slow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?! anyways.. no job yet.. well.. apart from selling cakes there's nothing much.. i miss JAPAN!!! &gt;.&lt; i miss my new found friends.. ohwell. i suppose i should make good use of my remaining holidays.. what to do what to do.. hmm... anyways.. VOGUE didn't call me back, so i suppose all i can do is wait for that recruitment agency to call and give me a few days of work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1901077087221290848?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1901077087221290848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1901077087221290848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1901077087221290848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1901077087221290848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-yes-had-another-sale-today.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sx-ZeI22nnI/AAAAAAAABjQ/_U7IMeqlz_k/s72-c/%E5%AF%8C%E5%A3%AB3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-8376225160522164470</id><published>2009-12-08T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:44:02.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keeping my fingers crossed'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to Lot 1 today, went into nearly all the retail outlets.. BATA, Ella, VOGUE, Popular, NLB, Kiddy Palace, BHG~ well.. VOGUE said that they'll call me back after reading my particulars.. gosh, i'm keeping my fingers crossed.. after that I went to Jalan Teck Whye to deliver the cakes that i'm selling. (: and once more, advertising for myself.. (: &lt;a href="http://www.yummiliciouscakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.yummiliciouscakes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proper pictures of the cakes will be uploaded as soon as the pictures are sent to me. i personally, not being bias or anything, the cakes are really good, my favs are chocolate royaltine, durian, avoc&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sx39Y2M8BWI/AAAAAAAABg4/mjCfRDYROoo/s1600-h/i+need+a+job.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412760930477671778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sx39Y2M8BWI/AAAAAAAABg4/mjCfRDYROoo/s400/i+need+a+job.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ado and chocolate truffle. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-8376225160522164470?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/8376225160522164470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=8376225160522164470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/8376225160522164470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/8376225160522164470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/went-to-lot-1-today-went-into-nearly.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sx39Y2M8BWI/AAAAAAAABg4/mjCfRDYROoo/s72-c/i+need+a+job.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-601309630614064358</id><published>2009-12-05T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:35:17.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i need a job PRONTO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh.. i suppose i shall wait until monday.. and if there're no calls from any of the jobs that i have applied then i shall walk into any shop.. sigh.. i'm bored.. like seriously.. nothing much to blog though.. so far......... ......... i've been practicing my guitar.. (: i've just started picking it up again, so i'm kinda rusty at the chords.. from A to B to A to C to A to D to A to E to A to F to A to G... (: gosh.. can you imagine? i'm turning 18 soon! (: everybody is growing up.. (: growing up is so nice.. isn't it? alright, i suppose i should just end here before i bore anyone out.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;br /&gt;p/s: muster that ounce of courage? how much more time do i have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-601309630614064358?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/601309630614064358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=601309630614064358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/601309630614064358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/601309630614064358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-3505873903027301323</id><published>2009-12-05T11:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:30:12.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proper update later'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i feel like this flower which has not yet bloom... i won't sit and wait though, but i'm unsure of what to do.. if only i had a set of instructions, but then life wouldn't have life anymore.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxnVLfoYa8I/AAAAAAAABgg/s4_89XU2GdY/s1600-h/DSC_4379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411590820708510658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxnVLfoYa8I/AAAAAAAABgg/s4_89XU2GdY/s400/DSC_4379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxnVK36G4JI/AAAAAAAABgY/wbIcFmTQZ88/s1600-h/DSC_4378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411590810045440146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxnVK36G4JI/AAAAAAAABgY/wbIcFmTQZ88/s400/DSC_4378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-3505873903027301323?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3505873903027301323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=3505873903027301323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3505873903027301323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3505873903027301323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-like-this-flower-which-has-not.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxnVLfoYa8I/AAAAAAAABgg/s4_89XU2GdY/s72-c/DSC_4379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-2743371373635842170</id><published>2009-12-04T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:07:29.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job job job'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at 8.30am this morning.. had a quick bath and left home for Jurong East CPF building.. went there with my cousin for a job interview.. a part time job, they'll call you and you'll work for several days at wherever they assign you at. There's waitress, retail, stock-take and packaging. (: sigh.. but God-knows-when they'll call me.. so I called World of Sports and they told me that they'll call me back regarding a part time job for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;br /&gt;p/s: wondering if.... .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-2743371373635842170?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2743371373635842170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=2743371373635842170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/2743371373635842170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/2743371373635842170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/woke-up-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-7439514018015945105</id><published>2009-12-03T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:13:38.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t wanna be trapped again what am i to do this time'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxeL1PSuqPI/AAAAAAAABgI/LRZpKyGt7ro/s1600-h/DSC_1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410947224063355122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxeL1PSuqPI/AAAAAAAABgI/LRZpKyGt7ro/s400/DSC_1248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohyes! I'm going for a job interview tomorrow at Jurong East at 10am! darn.. it's a packaging job.. (: i'm kinda excited.. yay-yay-yay-yay! (: hmm.. today today today.. went out with Evelyn, Munyee, Yaowei and Sean. (: okay larh... nothing much.. just jalan jalan then we had lunch.. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;see the fish there? see the fish in a net? I don't wanna be like that fish again.. I don't wanna to trap myself again.. though I wanna be, but may be it's not destiny.. I don't wanna force to have my way again, thinking that it's the best for me.. No one knows what's best for me, no one knows when thats best to do whats best for me.. No one, not you, not me, not anyone else.. Even the fortune teller can't tell what's ahead for me, for you.. No $100 can buy that larh.. but then again, there are sayings that say " happiness is made out of your own two hands" , and other sayings that say, " No one knows what tomorrow holds, destiny awaits you." which saying is true, or which saying is best to describe my situation now? gosh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;close your eyes, listen to that melody, see yourself in the future, with white clouds and blue skies.. with eyes closed I see myself on a green grass patch, eyes transfixed on the sky, with someone beside me to share this joy i hold within me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ohyes, up till now, i still wish to go away for a day, sit at this place alone with the wind blowing against my face, i'll watch the sun from dawn to dask, and as it retires to behind the horizons i shall take my leave, board the bus and head home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;p/s: i don't need you to make me a happy girl.. whether or not it happens, it doesn't matter, not now, not ever.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-7439514018015945105?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7439514018015945105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=7439514018015945105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7439514018015945105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7439514018015945105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohyes-im-going-for-job-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxeL1PSuqPI/AAAAAAAABgI/LRZpKyGt7ro/s72-c/DSC_1248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5570752906984772917</id><published>2009-12-03T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:44:40.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;check this out : &lt;a href="http://www.yummiliciouscakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.yummiliciouscakes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;going out later.. (:&lt;br /&gt;so far... the hols has been alright? i guess..&lt;br /&gt;i'm still job hunting.. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i really need a job!&lt;br /&gt;i really really need one.. like seriously...&lt;br /&gt;no $$, plus i gotta start saving for my poly fees...&lt;br /&gt;well.. i gotta contribute a little dont i? hees (:&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. i can't wait for so many things.. i cant wait to get a job, i cant wait for christmas, i can't wait for new years day! oh yes! 2009 is FINALLY coming to an end! and i'm glad! glad that it's gonna be over.. suckish-goody year... but then again, tomorrow will definitely be better than today.. (: and 2010 will definitely be better than 2009..&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;br /&gt;remember to check that website out! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5570752906984772917?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5570752906984772917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5570752906984772917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5570752906984772917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5570752906984772917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-everyone-check-this-out-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-2605736918843248918</id><published>2009-11-28T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:19:52.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall once again let the pictures do the talking.. TWPS gathering today.. more like a girls day out! haha (: definitely fun and definitely a more w&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxEPfDg3XwI/AAAAAAAABfA/BQdCTjGTx6k/s1600/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409121653642190594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxEPfDg3XwI/AAAAAAAABfA/BQdCTjGTx6k/s400/IMG_0136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ell planned gathering next.. (:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxEUoNizYYI/AAAAAAAABfQ/qxhGYMmcjnc/s1600/DSC_4984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409127308511633794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxEUoNizYYI/AAAAAAAABfQ/qxhGYMmcjnc/s400/DSC_4984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxETNuvcHzI/AAAAAAAABfI/TdCLUQQURPQ/s1600/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409125754054909746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxETNuvcHzI/AAAAAAAABfI/TdCLUQQURPQ/s400/IMG_0134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxETNuvcHzI/AAAAAAAABfI/TdCLUQQURPQ/s1600/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-2605736918843248918?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2605736918843248918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=2605736918843248918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/2605736918843248918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/2605736918843248918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-shall-once-again-let-pictures-do.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SxEPfDg3XwI/AAAAAAAABfA/BQdCTjGTx6k/s72-c/IMG_0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1067028095875043976</id><published>2009-11-28T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:18:38.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good morning! (: hmm... nothing much happened these few days... other than going for a picnic with my friends later today, nothing special i guess.. i'm still on that job hunt.. darn... i really wanna find one where i dont have to work 6 days a week.. &gt;.&lt; sigh.. actually, reason being.. youth camp.. cant wait cant wait! (: but it's 3 weeks to youth camp... haiya.. is there a 5 day work week job? darn... sigh... sigh... sigh... and i'm even too lazy to change my blogskin... gotta find a job, wanna go out so bad man... how am i gonna survive 3 weeks?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~signing out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1067028095875043976?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1067028095875043976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1067028095875043976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1067028095875043976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1067028095875043976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1626180594400328216</id><published>2009-11-25T17:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:10:23.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make the best out of a situation not the other way around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you know sometimes when a situation seems so bad and you hope it gets back to how it used to be? well, why can't you just look at the brighter side of things? taking to you yesterday made me feel that either i have matured or you're being an idiot.. you kept saying how good things were previously before the change, but why can't you adapt? humans are the best adaptors.. and not for one moment you said "hey, why can't i just change my way of life?" so far all you wanted was things to compromise to the way you want it to be and you have never compromised.. sure you contribute to certain people for quite a large fraction of your life, but so what? there are people who appreciate it, but you simply don't stop to listen. all you do is rant. you think that you're the only one with problems unsolved and the problems of others are peanuts. you think that you're the only one in a predicament so bad and others are just being lame larh. you think that you're wise but there's a great deal for you to learn about life. i can't tell you what life is about, but i can tell you what life isn't about. life isn't about cursing and swearing, life isn't about standing at the sidelines watching people suffer in their own misery, life isn't about making a situation the best for yourself. life isnt about being better than others, but being the best that you can. i bet right now you wanna say "if i suffer and compromise to others and who does it for me?" you have people who love you, you have a family. reach out to them may be you can be able to salvage what you've lost. but what's the point of me tell you face to face, i'm typing this here cause i know that you'll read. [ at least i think you would ] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will not leave you comfortless; I will come to you." John 14:18, i love this verse a lot. it makes me realise that when i don't feel like going to people for help i still have God to rely on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~sayonnara~ (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: i'm a happy girl today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1626180594400328216?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1626180594400328216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1626180594400328216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1626180594400328216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1626180594400328216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-sometimes-when-situation-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5605847643755800577</id><published>2009-11-24T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:38:23.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prom night was better than i expected.. (: well.. at least better than how i thought it would be.. well.. let the pictures do the talking! (: didnt take much pics.. blaghs.. (:&lt;br /&gt;a proper post next time.. (: ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwtwhY-RW1I/AAAAAAAABe4/gDp3FiJ81XM/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407539496530041682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwtwhY-RW1I/AAAAAAAABe4/gDp3FiJ81XM/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Swtv7tzIHfI/AAAAAAAABew/1ziipVUVX_w/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407538849285414386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Swtv7tzIHfI/AAAAAAAABew/1ziipVUVX_w/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Swtv7CHYAOI/AAAAAAAABeo/AjpJvc5E8e0/s1600/IMG_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407538837559181538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Swtv7CHYAOI/AAAAAAAABeo/AjpJvc5E8e0/s400/IMG_0051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Swtv6z9gl0I/AAAAAAAABeg/a4AYcpt0wXU/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407538833759704898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Swtv6z9gl0I/AAAAAAAABeg/a4AYcpt0wXU/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5605847643755800577?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5605847643755800577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5605847643755800577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5605847643755800577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5605847643755800577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-night-was-better-than-i-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwtwhY-RW1I/AAAAAAAABe4/gDp3FiJ81XM/s72-c/IMG_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-6222129103522393489</id><published>2009-11-22T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:54:52.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no more thinking abi everything is gonna b fine'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the last day i put myself through deep thinking.. today i've realised that i was right long ago, right about simplicity.. and simplicity is definitely the way to go.. why rack brains about something so minor, though minor things can make a significant change.. but not thinking about it makes it better, you need not fine the best way, you need not sit and contemplate about what life is all about.. just live life the way it is.. one day at a time, one step at a time.. have fun when you're supposed to and be serious when there is a need to.. i feel anxiety and fear about the days ahead.. release of O lvls results and other general aspects.. okok.. i had better stop all these thinking.. i'm happier this way.. (: well.. about today.. nothing much... prom night is tomorrow and i'm e-x-c-i-t-e-d! i've got my dress, shoes&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwkXzrk2sfI/AAAAAAAABeY/q-UXXz9rNj8/s1600/Image094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406879004273062386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwkXzrk2sfI/AAAAAAAABeY/q-UXXz9rNj8/s400/Image094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, watch, earrings and purse.. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-6222129103522393489?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/6222129103522393489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=6222129103522393489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6222129103522393489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6222129103522393489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-is-last-day-i-put-myself-through.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwkXzrk2sfI/AAAAAAAABeY/q-UXXz9rNj8/s72-c/Image094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5649408154447609180</id><published>2009-11-20T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:31:07.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='心里和脑里想的都不是同一样的事。。'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>天啊。。 真的很闷！又闷又烦。。&lt;br /&gt;gosh.. i think i better head back to getting down to my own research about the meaning of road names... i've been doing cross stitch for way too long! 2days in a row.. my head hurts.. it's as though i'm spinning round and round... how i wish i could just drop.. *poof* i've been feeling frustrated lately.. nothing much i guess... might go out with jasmine next week... find a job soon.. gosh.. i sound so pathetic... pfft... anyways.. i doubt i would be blogging for awhile.. doesnt seem like anyone is around reading or anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~ (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5649408154447609180?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5649408154447609180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5649408154447609180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5649408154447609180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5649408154447609180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4022507213633203737</id><published>2009-11-19T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:33:19.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loosening the grip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bought cross stitch yesterday and today to kill time... darn.. it sucks being at home.. well.. the next outting would be orchard ion, kallang and we're still thinking... it's seriously down right boring... i haven't plan to work yet.. soon though. i wanna have some fun with my friends before i kill myself with work.. *exaggeration* narh.. i think i might just work as a roller blading instructor... or whatever that comes by.. no obligations no nothing.. i would love to try something other than sales.. sigh! a serious case of nostalgia today... i dont know what's wrong.. but it felt great going back in time.. everything was so much calmer back then... the clouds goes pass you so slowly.. you hear the wind sing.. you see the grass dance.. but now.. now it's okay larh... days pass pretty slowly.. me on the couch doing my cross stitch... me on the chair practicing my guitar.. me on the computer trying to have some kind of inspiration.. all kinds of stories, all kinds of poems/lyrics.. you know? right now.. i feel kind of weird.. a weird weird kind of weird.. like seriously... like something is missing, like i've forgotten something or even someone... like a part of my brain is missing or something.. &lt;strong&gt;i dont like this weird weird feeling&lt;/strong&gt;.. suckish.. suckish freakish feeling.. sickish eekish weirdish feeling.. mind throbbing, heartbreaking, bones cracking, eyes bulging feeling... werid... like something is gonna happen... something untoward? dire situation? mind throbbing, heartbreaking, bones cracking, eyes bulging situation? i feel crazy-weird.. well.. imaginations running wild is one thing.. but this is different.. like 6th sense sits in kind of feeling.. i feel like screaming but i dont feel like making any noise, i feel like hitting the wall but i dont fell like moving at all.. so contradictory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwUYEGEut7I/AAAAAAAABd4/x6V8fMRqskE/s1600/Image096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405753386357143474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwUYEGEut7I/AAAAAAAABd4/x6V8fMRqskE/s400/Image096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwUbLctu6II/AAAAAAAABeA/pwl_Udj7aBE/s1600/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405756811228670082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwUbLctu6II/AAAAAAAABeA/pwl_Udj7aBE/s400/Image095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4022507213633203737?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4022507213633203737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4022507213633203737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4022507213633203737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4022507213633203737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/bought-cross-stitch-yesterday-and-today.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwUYEGEut7I/AAAAAAAABd4/x6V8fMRqskE/s72-c/Image096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-6841315153428935236</id><published>2009-11-18T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:29:08.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='any clearer signs to tell me what to do'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwPJ11CchgI/AAAAAAAABdo/ThJxs7kfBWc/s1600/DSC_4912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405385904382313986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwPJ11CchgI/AAAAAAAABdo/ThJxs7kfBWc/s400/DSC_4912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the tree top walk again.. but this time with Evelyn.. Munyee didn't go with us.. sigh.. the walk was fine.. we finished walking to Henderson Waves at around 12.20pm and then took a bus down to Vivo for lunch and jalan jalan... then i headed home by 2.30pm.. (: prom is in 5days! (: still stuck at home... haven't plan for any outtings yet... sigh... down right bored! and i've absolutely nothing to blog about other than blogging about how bored i am...&lt;br /&gt;~signing out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwPI-_ozZxI/AAAAAAAABdg/3WnpfgsKxQM/s1600/DSC_4936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405384962334746386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwPI-_ozZxI/AAAAAAAABdg/3WnpfgsKxQM/s400/DSC_4936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-6841315153428935236?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/6841315153428935236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=6841315153428935236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6841315153428935236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6841315153428935236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-to-tree-top-walk-again.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwPJ11CchgI/AAAAAAAABdo/ThJxs7kfBWc/s72-c/DSC_4912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-3909345251153503432</id><published>2009-11-16T06:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:23:49.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathe in - breathe out - in with the good - out with the bad'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwCCHMfDFII/AAAAAAAABdY/3IFx1paBxhA/s1600-h/can+u+c+%C3%A8+moon%C2%BF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404462612966741122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwCCHMfDFII/AAAAAAAABdY/3IFx1paBxhA/s400/can+u+c+%C3%A8+moon%C2%BF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up at 6.30am this morning... and i'm now blogging.. i kind of miss those days waking up extra early and i'll be at school by 6.30am.. my friends and i would sit at the courtyard and nobody would be there... life in sec 1 and 2 was innocent... it was the growing stage, how you would turn out to be mostly depended during then, cause' that was when it was most influential.. who your friends are, what kind of person they are, were important.. u still remember 'four girls' like... four girls always together be it in class, during recess or during cca... and then there was 老地方。。a place we sat and do nothing, a place we had fun, a place we had the stupidest fights.. up till now, the stupidest fight was during sec 1.. hahahahahhahhaha!! trust me, i CAN'T elaborate here, it's erm............ gross... there were many stupid fights... first time i encountered "trouble" was in sec 3.. there were countless confrontations.. countless accusations.. countless cold war.. countless patch ups... to me.. sec 3 was when i learnt to treasure friendship, the most important ones, i learnt to take a step back and compromise.. though in sec 3 my girls and i were separated, they took D&amp;amp;T and i took POA, we still get together after school, during recess, went to school together and such.. **it has been such a long time since i actually went out with them, like shopping and such.. like a real outing..** then came sec 4.. N levels... there were of course still fights, cold war and patch ups.. sec 4 was quite calm.. not much confrontations, lesser frictions.. it was okay... (: we helped each other to get through the stress period and such.. it was a busy year.. despite my busy schedule i found time towards the end of N levels to indulge myself in a relationship for 6.5months.. sec 5.. this year.. i love-hate this year! it had its perks and its downside... which sucked a great deal! r/s aside... as for studies.. i felt like i studied really hard and i felt like i slacked really hard too... suckish... urgh.. it's kind of annoying cause at times i feel so darn scared, scared to a point i can really pull my hair out.. and at other times it seems like nothing.. and the remaining times are just neutral... i love-hate sec 5 cause i fought only ONCE with junpeng... yes! it's a big deal cause he's my listening ear, apart from my closer girlfriends.. well.. this year was kind of suckish.. many things happened.. misunderstandings, quarrels, cold war, hits, cuts, cries... it's really suckish! like you really want this person to just simply stfu for a moment cause they're so darn noisy.. like seriously.. this year was the FIRST time Evelyn and i actually quarrelled... during the last 5 years we've never quarrelled... and no, i will not list them down cause they are down right stupid! like.. really really stupid.. but I'm glad it's behind me.. like.. this is by far the worst year of my life.. there may be more to come.. but that's so far.. things started to brighten up a little towards the end of the year... things seemed more in place weeks before O levels... head is finally above water... as for my relationship.. it ended early April... we haven't talked since then.. messaging stopped, calls stopped, friendship ended... this showed me how fragile a friendship can be, especially when 2 people don't know each other well... well.. lesson learnt.. (: and now... i suppose i want till the end of November to myself... and after prom it's gonna be endless outings! 5 years just pass and go so quickly.. 1825 days.. that isn't a lot... but there will be more to come.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-3909345251153503432?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3909345251153503432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=3909345251153503432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3909345251153503432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3909345251153503432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SwCCHMfDFII/AAAAAAAABdY/3IFx1paBxhA/s72-c/can+u+c+%C3%A8+moon%C2%BF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4872072428669766102</id><published>2009-11-14T08:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:38:24.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i would love to be in this picture above'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sv4D5vrfvtI/AAAAAAAABdQ/o8muG4B3-fQ/s1600-h/DSC_1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403760893477502674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sv4D5vrfvtI/AAAAAAAABdQ/o8muG4B3-fQ/s400/DSC_1741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;imagine walking along this railway track, imagine you in the clothes of your ancestors, a stick in your hand with a bag at the end.. the thought of going away.... ..... going to a place where you can start anew, a whole new piece of paper to begin with.. you know, at times being alone is the best cure to a vexed heart and mind, when everything around you seems so wrong, being alone helps you think with a calm and cool mind, you're clearer and more aware.. although at other times you would rather talk to someone close.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;~signs out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4872072428669766102?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4872072428669766102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4872072428669766102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4872072428669766102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4872072428669766102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/imagine-walking-along-this-railway.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sv4D5vrfvtI/AAAAAAAABdQ/o8muG4B3-fQ/s72-c/DSC_1741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5378219114080447018</id><published>2009-11-13T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:26:37.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to tell or not to tell'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was supposed to go to the dentist today.. but i woke up late.. darn... haha.. so daddy called the dental clinic to postpone my appointment to tomorrow.. (: yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;so... i went to buy breakfast for my nanny and then headed down to lot 1 to meet jasmine and irena.. well.. the whole purpose was to return the slipper i borrowed from jasmine and to borrow some books regarding the meaning of road names in singapore.... (:&lt;br /&gt;**gosh.. i forgot what i wanted to write.... &gt;.&lt;**&lt;br /&gt;erm.................er................ gosh! urgh.. forget it...&lt;br /&gt;hmm...... it's gonna be a long holiday.....&lt;br /&gt;oh! i remember now!!!! (: borrowed those books to do my own research or just for my own gain of information... simply curious of the meaning of road names in singapore... for example, the ever so famous red hill.... it's cause of the blood of a prince or something.. right? i might be wrong.. but anyways... i wanna search up the meaning and then take a picture of the road and it's name based on my own interpretation... 5and a half months of hols is no joke when you have absolutely nothing to do.. anyone knows anyone who wants to hire a part time photographer? i wanna give it a shot... hopefully my portfolio can at least impress them to consider hiring me... was at a chalet bbq with my friends yesterday at aloha loyang.... ms sim asked if we were gonna do job hunting or not. so i told her i might wanna try to be a part time photographer.. so she asked me to try going to bridal studios and they might hire me to be an assistant... let's hope it works... well.. pat time photographer cause' of the freedom to express... last year i was in retails.. though i enjoyed doing sales.. i wanna try out something new... now that i have my portfolio, i can only hope that someone would hire me... (: tee hees... (: ohwell.. gonna go back to hitting my books... (: i seriously miss studying... one reason why i wanna find out the meanings... so that i can at least sit down at my desk and write a thing or two... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5378219114080447018?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5378219114080447018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5378219114080447018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5378219114080447018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5378219114080447018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-supposed-to-go-to-dentist-today.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5175111236046494987</id><published>2009-11-11T07:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:02:45.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plucking the petals of this rose saying he loves me he loves me not'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Svn74CySDwI/AAAAAAAABdI/BKOg7b5Iahc/s1600-h/DSC_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402626168246636290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Svn74CySDwI/AAAAAAAABdI/BKOg7b5Iahc/s400/DSC_1487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cracked.. officially cracked yesterday.. broke down.. gosh.. well... held it back for a pretty long time... so yea... gosh! it's the last paper today! yay-ness! (: GCE O levels Science phy/chem MCQ. and i'm a free girl after 3pm today! woots! (: so many things planned out.. like seriously... tree top walk(s), orchard ion, ice skating, movie marathon, shopping, job hunting, photo taking, prom, graduation day! gosh... what am i to do? roller blading instructor or part time photographer.. honestly? i think my portfolio is in a total mess.. not impressive... or should i go back to world of sports? heh.. i dont know... nah... i doubt i'll go back to world of sports.. i'm looking for a job with flexible timings.. i need my social life you know.. haha! (: flexi.. hmm... my choices seem good... (: roller blading instructor..... photographer..... hmm... RBI, P, RBI, P......... gosh! both?! haha!! nonono... well.. alright, i gotta hit my books for the last time.. oh yes. can you imagine? the last time... the last time wearing school uniform to school for exams, last time in study mood.. blaghs.. gosh... ~sayonnara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5175111236046494987?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5175111236046494987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5175111236046494987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5175111236046494987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5175111236046494987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/cracked.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Svn74CySDwI/AAAAAAAABdI/BKOg7b5Iahc/s72-c/DSC_1487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-8834804365506028072</id><published>2009-11-10T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:07:44.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='re-typed over and over again'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvkS-bVHiPI/AAAAAAAABdA/oblkmdtAKFo/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402370091705141490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvkS-bVHiPI/AAAAAAAABdA/oblkmdtAKFo/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i had a case of nostalgia earlier just now... chinese went... erm... rather okay, i guess.. last paper tomorrow... apparently i dont feel excited about it.. happy, yes, but i'm feeling rather contradicting in contrast to the occasion.. i really wish things would slow down... mm... today... i felt something... i dont know what its called though... i couldnt look at "you" in the eye.. hardly though.. i wanna smile at you but you just make it seem so difficult.. i wanna drop hints but i couldnt find a proper way to do so.. may be cause i'm still afraid.. may be i'm just too coward to come out of this shell of mine... but i can smile when i see you from a distance.. i simply dont see why... "abigail how are you doing this again?!" if only someone can tell me what to do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-8834804365506028072?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/8834804365506028072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=8834804365506028072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/8834804365506028072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/8834804365506028072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-case-of-nostalgia-earlier-just.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvkS-bVHiPI/AAAAAAAABdA/oblkmdtAKFo/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5293981992209070493</id><published>2009-11-09T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:13:29.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you made my gray sky turn gorgeous blue'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O level chinese tomorrow... all the best to those re-taking! go kill it!&lt;br /&gt;it's 2 more paper and partyyyy here i come! woah! (:&lt;br /&gt;just got three books from my cousin for me to read! yay.. (:&lt;br /&gt;like so finally, i can sit bac, relax and be engrossed in a book i love! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5293981992209070493?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5293981992209070493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5293981992209070493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5293981992209070493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5293981992209070493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-level-chinese-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1307356541447716317</id><published>2009-11-08T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:03:06.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evelyn i cant take it anymore larh'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvaS4UUyy5I/AAAAAAAABcw/bmoPITxKU58/s1600-h/Half+Dome+at+Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401666299303742354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvaS4UUyy5I/AAAAAAAABcw/bmoPITxKU58/s400/Half+Dome+at+Sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;imagine yourself sitting up there, at the peak of that mountain.. it's as though you're able to see the entire world from up there. imagine sitting up there, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; have to care about anything in the world! free to yourself.. walking about the terrains. lying down on that barren piece of land and guess what?! you're sandwiched by clouds.. being able to touch them brought a whole new way of viewing life.. you see better, clearer and you know what you want.. cause' the moment you go back down you're in that maze again.. but having the vision in your mind you know the fastest and best way out.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;okok&lt;/span&gt;. may be not the fastest. but definitely the best.. i can definitely imagine myself up there with my father, closest friends and relatives. i might even set up camp there and set up my own tribe. have a world of our own where all are family.. and family help each other out.. family look out for one another.. family don't judge, family don't exploit, family don't hate... but then again, who said you were family, you merely stay under the same roof as i do.. since when was i family to you? you never cared, yes, i use never.. it's merely your parenting instincts.. so i say.. i might set up my own tribe.. set up a family of my own, with my own set rules.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; love my children, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not you.. i don't use threats against them.. i don't condemn them, neither will i make them feel inferior.. you just count yourself lucky that i don't believe any of your crap. cause i have visions of my own... i wanna do well for O levels and get on to poly or even &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt;.. plus i thank God for the rest of my family members to back me up when you're in your wildest outfit of rage. i also thank God for friends who are willing to listen to my whining and their shoulders for me to lean on.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never leaned and never will lean on you.. it's a good thing you taught me to be independent.. it's coming into good use.. i give up.. i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wanna help you anymore.. cause you think that you're above everyone else.. when you fall, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; call out to me or anyone else for help.. trust me, save your breath for explanations cause no one will come to your aid.. the fact that you treat everyone like shit! spreading rumors like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; business.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; love to break it to you that you spread it to the wrong group of people.. so there, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; done ranting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1307356541447716317?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1307356541447716317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1307356541447716317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1307356541447716317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1307356541447716317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/imagine-yourself-sitting-up-there-at.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvaS4UUyy5I/AAAAAAAABcw/bmoPITxKU58/s72-c/Half+Dome+at+Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-9050421860195364567</id><published>2009-11-08T01:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:00:40.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let the pictu&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvWy57JykEI/AAAAAAAABb4/sLXqk8WlZgA/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401420036301819970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvWy57JykEI/AAAAAAAABb4/sLXqk8WlZgA/s400/IMG_0070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;res do the talking&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvW0S0zdWhI/AAAAAAAABcI/bCeHQZ84ODo/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401421563605899794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvW0S0zdWhI/AAAAAAAABcI/bCeHQZ84ODo/s400/IMG_0093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvW1fbPFkDI/AAAAAAAABcg/bKN_h2b69ZM/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401422879592386610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvW1fbPFkDI/AAAAAAAABcg/bKN_h2b69ZM/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvW1fMPMxtI/AAAAAAAABcY/yGZZSInriyE/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401422875566327506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvW1fMPMxtI/AAAAAAAABcY/yGZZSInriyE/s400/IMG_0159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvW0TciziRI/AAAAAAAABcQ/NAoY6jUAHto/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401421574273468690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvW0TciziRI/AAAAAAAABcQ/NAoY6jUAHto/s400/IMG_0151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvWy6HFs75I/AAAAAAAABcA/i1w3XpLgn8o/s1600-h/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401420039505899410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvWy6HFs75I/AAAAAAAABcA/i1w3XpLgn8o/s400/IMG_0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvW1f8M8W8I/AAAAAAAABco/-oWU_pGHhcc/s1600-h/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401422888441764802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvW1f8M8W8I/AAAAAAAABco/-oWU_pGHhcc/s400/IMG_0185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-9050421860195364567?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/9050421860195364567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=9050421860195364567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/9050421860195364567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/9050421860195364567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-pictu-res-do-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvWy57JykEI/AAAAAAAABb4/sLXqk8WlZgA/s72-c/IMG_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4572262616015636893</id><published>2009-11-07T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:06:55.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will you catch me if i fall'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gonna go for campfire later today.. (: slacked the whole day today.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes! because O levels is coming to an end!!! i can finally get down to reading! there's just so many! Romeo and Juliet (again!) Heidi, Pollyanna, The Hunchback of Notredame and the History of Stonehenge. ohyes, i just cant get enough of it.. i can't believe i won't be studying history anymore.. gosh! but it's finally over!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i shall blog again later or probably tomorrow.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4572262616015636893?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4572262616015636893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4572262616015636893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4572262616015636893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4572262616015636893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/gonna-go-for-campfire-later-today.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-2549792622368673583</id><published>2009-11-06T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:53:04.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if only i knew whats on the other side of the line'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvQ2D5ARmfI/AAAAAAAABbo/-yO3n3EqJik/s1600-h/camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401001293593549298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvQ2D5ARmfI/AAAAAAAABbo/-yO3n3EqJik/s400/camp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I suddenly misses camp... gosh.. i miss all those times we stayed up to do patrol duty.. staying up for late night mcdonalds supper.. staying up just for the sake of staying up.. staying up with a bunch of crazy people.. i miss planning for games and such.. going on outtings and seeing the campers so happy.. the sense of satisfaction that you did a job well done.. oh! and  not to forget the late night movies for the juniors while the seniors planned.. the savanger hunt, water games and bonding.. (: i kind of miss planning.. i kind of miss being with my friends in school late at night.. come to think of it i'm gonna leave school soon... O levels is coming to an end.. yes! i miss school.. cause of my friends of course.. (: all the staying back after school, the night studies and the intensive studies... let's hope they pay off.. gosh. i'm afraid.. hmm.. alright.. it's 'late' ... tee hees..&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-2549792622368673583?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2549792622368673583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=2549792622368673583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/2549792622368673583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/2549792622368673583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-suddenly-misses-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SvQ2D5ARmfI/AAAAAAAABbo/-yO3n3EqJik/s72-c/camp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4893436596803449282</id><published>2009-11-06T08:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:46:55.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i think i&apos;m doing what i think i might be doing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good morning! (:&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, do you see the lyrics column on the right hand side?&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna show you the rest of the lyrics.. (:&lt;br /&gt;i just show you one verse and a chorus.. (:&lt;br /&gt;here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You took my breath away when you looked at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With my hands in yours I wasn't uneasy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You kneeled down to see me eye to eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We connected for a moment, (priceless)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Silence filled our surroundings for a long long time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Silence gone when you spoke to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Hey" was the first word you said to me,&lt;br /&gt;but I kept silent still hoping for my sanity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;knowing that it was just part of my fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Still day dreaming of you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I thought I was in a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;when I heard you asking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I smiled and said "this can't be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But you came forward to place a kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and I answered : "I'll be on cloud nine after this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;XD i dont know if it's good or not.. as in, if you ask me.. of course it's good!! i wrote it.. haha.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell... gonna leave now for photo taking.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4893436596803449282?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4893436596803449282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4893436596803449282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4893436596803449282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4893436596803449282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-morning-ohyes-do-you-see-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-6621707706845709605</id><published>2009-11-05T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:25:31.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i wanna let you know that i&apos;ve fallen but what if i&apos;m wrong?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes! O levels is finally coming to an end!! (:&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy!! (:&lt;br /&gt;POA paper 1 and 2 today.. it went relatively well, considering the fact that i was freaking out before the paper started... &gt;.&lt;&gt; hahaha! (: hmm... i might go photo taking tomorrow... i might... so you might wanna check out my photography blog tomorrow.. haha.. (: hmm.. the weather has been really really great.. so cooling.. (: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i've been feeling happy today.. for some reason i've been feeling ecstatic today.. smiling to myself all day as though i'm in love or something... haha.. (: i've been thinking lately of this one thing i wanna do after O levels... i'm gonna find myself a spot and sit down with my camera by my side.. (: switch off my phone and just enjoy the breeze.. i've been wanting to go away for half a day... away from everyone and everything... i just wanna be alone.. no.. being alone in my room is an entirely different thing... i wanna stay at this place for an entire afternoon.. morning if possible though.. to be at this place to simply enjoy the breeze... to watch the clouds go by and the time pass like nobody's business.. gosh... argh....... ............. *relaxed* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;alright.. i'm gonna continue slacking.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-6621707706845709605?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/6621707706845709605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=6621707706845709605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6621707706845709605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6621707706845709605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-yes-o-levels-is-finally-coming-to.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-6138141389460617751</id><published>2009-10-30T07:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:59:02.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='if only inspirations flow in that easily when i need them'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SuomEeSESWI/AAAAAAAABa4/l5j_o1RKnO4/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398168961647135074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SuomEeSESWI/AAAAAAAABa4/l5j_o1RKnO4/s400/IMG_0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when a picture speaks a thousand words.. when a single word means more than a manuscript of love poems.. so what does this tell you? an empty glass.. what's about to fill inside? whose hand does that belong to? who was the photographer? what's the purpose? questions raised.. people intrigued by the mysterious meaning behind this 'empty glass' ... so? someone with an empty life, waiting for the destined one to fill them up.. at times it seems as though they're waiting for rain in a drought, at times they see an oasis in the desert, which is only an illusion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's just another love story isn't it? girl falls for boy, boy falls for girl, girl and boy gets together, boy and girl goes through 'obstacles' ... love grows srtonger... ... and when this is over another one starts again.. before you can even reminisce again... then you think... what's right? to fall or not to fall.. but you think that you like this person cause of this 'certain feeling' you feel inside you.. time passes and you find out that you aren't even sure if you're really in love or not.. head over heels crazy in love? think again.. hoping to find that same feeling again... hoping that this would last happily ever after if it all works out.. IF it all works out? uh huh... how are you gonna work it out when you say that you're two different persons at the same time? how are you gonna work it out when you only feel head over heels crazy in love when you're texting this person? and you only feel head over heels crazy in love once in a while while you're with this person.. guessing 50% of the time whether or not this is happening or not... guessing whether you're right this time or not.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-6138141389460617751?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/6138141389460617751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=6138141389460617751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6138141389460617751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/6138141389460617751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-picture-speaks-thousand-words.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SuomEeSESWI/AAAAAAAABa4/l5j_o1RKnO4/s72-c/IMG_0072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-3159140101170043901</id><published>2009-10-28T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:04:10.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what does &apos;ciao&apos; mean here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sug8UaUqjyI/AAAAAAAABaw/DNnBh3o_j0c/s1600-h/DSC_1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397630474764586786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sug8UaUqjyI/AAAAAAAABaw/DNnBh3o_j0c/s400/DSC_1748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it's suddenly out of focus and then in focus... i don't know where i stand anymore... i want to.... but... ... should i or should i not... what will i get myself into this time if i try once more? deluding myself for so long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;giving myself endless excuses to simply put an end to this nonsense.. but no... ... it went on... unable to just let it pass me by... thinking that i could turn a blind eye to it.. treating it as through it was something of the norm.. soon finding myself unable to anymore... my thought has weaken.. giving in to what i think i should be getting myself into.. thinking "may be this would be the last?" ... naive isn't it? but how long more can i decieve myself that all these are not true... it's happening... growing stronger every second... even now... i dont need to go through another round of whatever that is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh... O lvls has been alright... (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boy am i glad that i've gotten over and done with with maths! (: happy happy happy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay yay yay!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;camp followed by prom! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.. (: alright.. i gotta get back to slacking before doing intensive studies tomorrow.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-3159140101170043901?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3159140101170043901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=3159140101170043901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3159140101170043901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3159140101170043901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-suddenly-out-of-focus-and-then-in.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sug8UaUqjyI/AAAAAAAABaw/DNnBh3o_j0c/s72-c/DSC_1748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-8824528336511839622</id><published>2009-10-18T19:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:30:45.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advanced birthday celebration'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marcus lets see whos the angel and devil now.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mua hahaha!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 photos of me on your blog! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you liar, you said you only took one pic of me.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you DIE!!!! mua hahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i'm at it.. i might as well upload more pics.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Str3ir9sY5I/AAAAAAAABaA/sQ0UXgElGlE/s1600-h/IMG_03161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393895679018689426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Str3ir9sY5I/AAAAAAAABaA/sQ0UXgElGlE/s400/IMG_03161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Str5lWxuZHI/AAAAAAAABag/LwXztgnWUu0/s1600-h/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Str5lWxuZHI/AAAAAAAABag/LwXztgnWUu0/s1600-h/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Str5lWxuZHI/AAAAAAAABag/LwXztgnWUu0/s1600-h/IMG_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Str5k5cCaLI/AAAAAAAABaY/oFz0qQ9t_-k/s1600-h/DSC_4638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393897916018616498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Str5k5cCaLI/AAAAAAAABaY/oFz0qQ9t_-k/s400/DSC_4638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-8824528336511839622?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/8824528336511839622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=8824528336511839622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/8824528336511839622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/8824528336511839622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/10/marcus-lets-see-whos-angel-and-devil.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Str3ir9sY5I/AAAAAAAABaA/sQ0UXgElGlE/s72-c/IMG_03161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-7113858020339362098</id><published>2009-10-18T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:12:46.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is for you marcus'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Stq-2RRrRjI/AAAAAAAABZ4/nPb2JSnUooQ/s1600-h/DSC_4601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393833343289345586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Stq-2RRrRjI/AAAAAAAABZ4/nPb2JSnUooQ/s400/DSC_4601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mua hahaha!!!!!!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cya during the next gathering.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-7113858020339362098?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/7113858020339362098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=7113858020339362098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7113858020339362098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/7113858020339362098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/10/mua-hahaha-cya-during-next-gathering.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Stq-2RRrRjI/AAAAAAAABZ4/nPb2JSnUooQ/s72-c/DSC_4601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-3221781097354468926</id><published>2009-08-18T04:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:03:25.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you make me wanna end my life once and for all but you&apos;re not worth it'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SonC0cdAkSI/AAAAAAAABZg/YSq1kIxnr2M/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371038236862877986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SonC0cdAkSI/AAAAAAAABZg/YSq1kIxnr2M/s400/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sometimes you feel as though you know something for a long time, and you judge it, condemn it and even wrong it. unknowingly wrong, but you think you're right anyway.. you treat it like a thing there for you to place your criticism at, thinking it doesn't have feelings like you or me, [rephrase] thinking it doesn't have feelings like me and others, not you, cause' i doubt you give two hoots anyway.. you think that the people are the people you think are people and the others are insignificant. well, an insignificant figure such as yourself should really just shut the hell up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what makes you think that all your judgements are right? what makes you think that your constructive criticism are appreciated? cause' those whom you do it to ain't people to you anymore. you think that the only people are the people you think are people.. open your eyes, better yet, open your heart, not for me, i don't need such 'Charity' .. open your heart to those who are people, those people with feelings like me and the others.. i don't understand why you like, in fact enjoy making people feel inferior when they're normal, unlike you. and yet, all i did was watch by the sidelines.. i tried to do something about it, but it's not as though you cared anyways.. i know of the things that you denied, afraid of being exposed.. i know of who started the ending of something once beautiful.. it all points right back at you.. how many people do you want? that they have to end up tolerating all this shit you've been up to! i know them, i know you, and how i wished i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have to know you.. let's just say, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; rather we be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt; than 'friends' for that matter. you and your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;passé&lt;/span&gt; can have your own fun without the extend of being a pest to others.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU'RE MY BLESSING!!!!!!!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: just like junk, you're a piece of shit and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a piece of junk! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!! right &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;evelyn&lt;/span&gt;? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-3221781097354468926?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3221781097354468926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=3221781097354468926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3221781097354468926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3221781097354468926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-you-feel-as-though-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SonC0cdAkSI/AAAAAAAABZg/YSq1kIxnr2M/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4642797973999219508</id><published>2009-08-16T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:24:33.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my eyes hurt from all the crying cause you looked away'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i can finally say "finally"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;finally broke off from all those stress.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gosh... these few days has been alright.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the picture do the talking.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sof541OXy0I/AAAAAAAABZY/WKGLW-Wrwsc/s1600-h/DSC_4061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370535835417955138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sof541OXy0I/AAAAAAAABZY/WKGLW-Wrwsc/s400/DSC_4061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is Munyee being crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"eh! robot at a party!!! whoa! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;overall, there's really nothing to talk about... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4642797973999219508?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4642797973999219508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4642797973999219508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4642797973999219508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4642797973999219508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-finally-say-finally-finally-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sof541OXy0I/AAAAAAAABZY/WKGLW-Wrwsc/s72-c/DSC_4061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-2261234617947690837</id><published>2009-08-14T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:05:00.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SoVPO1XeZ7I/AAAAAAAABZQ/UB72SX1y988/s1600-h/DSC_4043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369785246971488178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SoVPO1XeZ7I/AAAAAAAABZQ/UB72SX1y988/s400/DSC_4043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;if the black slipper belongs to me, who does the other belong to? That pair of clogs seem familiar, as through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; seen it in my dreams. But in my dreams that pair of clogs belonged to you, if i open the door who would i see sitting there waiting for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh.. today was rough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to school, which was totally boring! Initially decided not to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;temasek&lt;/span&gt; cause' i wanted to have my lump checked, but as soon as i reached the polyclinic i was told that it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;compulsory&lt;/span&gt;.. so i left for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;temasek&lt;/span&gt;.. well.. we missed the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;impt&lt;/span&gt; parts.. so yea... i bet Ms Lee is gonna be really angry.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sayonnara&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: seemed like a dream to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-2261234617947690837?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/2261234617947690837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=2261234617947690837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/2261234617947690837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/2261234617947690837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-black-slipper-belongs-to-me-who-does.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/SoVPO1XeZ7I/AAAAAAAABZQ/UB72SX1y988/s72-c/DSC_4043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-5920104977099865668</id><published>2009-08-13T19:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:25:50.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='我想像个三岁小孩无忧无虑的过日子'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently feeling moody...&lt;br /&gt;no mood to blog..&lt;br /&gt;anyways... all the best to those collecting their O level MT results on the 19th! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnra~&lt;br /&gt;p/s: live like you were gonna die tomorrow, learn like there'll always be a tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-5920104977099865668?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/5920104977099865668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=5920104977099865668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5920104977099865668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/5920104977099865668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-that-goes-only-one-way-stone.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-1724598597051320893</id><published>2009-08-12T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:01:19.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheaters dont prosper'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh.. it would be so nice if i could get away from here..&lt;br /&gt;stress is getting on again.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;currently no destressing method cause' computer's sound not fixed yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch my comedy series!!! rar!!&lt;br /&gt;i feel crazy-lethagic today...&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna break down soon... i'll fall flat and not move for days.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant afford to do that now...&lt;br /&gt;whoa.. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i need... desperately need a destressing technique!!!!&lt;br /&gt;gosh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-1724598597051320893?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/1724598597051320893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=1724598597051320893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1724598597051320893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/1724598597051320893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/08/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-4724677619732299006</id><published>2009-08-11T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:21:25.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont take life so seriously after all no one gets outta it alive'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa!!!! finally home... gosh..&lt;br /&gt;10 days to prelims.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;today? well... it was...................... okay la.. (:&lt;br /&gt;i've got a feeling a rumour is coming up soon... sigh.. but then again, no rumours no drama rama..&lt;br /&gt;haha!!! (: nah, fine with that...&lt;br /&gt;ohyes!! ALL THE BEST FOR PRELIMS PEOPLE!!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, another thing, i would like to apologise for the false alarm..&lt;br /&gt;yala.. O lvl MT paper results wasn't released today...&lt;br /&gt;~sayonnara~&lt;br /&gt;p/s: currently no mood.. my mood is all focused on typing elsewhere! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-4724677619732299006?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/4724677619732299006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=4724677619732299006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4724677619732299006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/4724677619732299006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/08/whoa-finally-home.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8656773935023973457.post-3851059906715142698</id><published>2009-08-10T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:03:57.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my legs seem unwilling to move when your presence is felt'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sn_8kbwtydI/AAAAAAAABZI/P-eFuw-WKMo/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368286983706495442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sn_8kbwtydI/AAAAAAAABZI/P-eFuw-WKMo/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certain things cant be replaced..&lt;br /&gt;but what's lost, lost, irretrievable.&lt;br /&gt;may be apologies don't work this way..&lt;br /&gt;may be things are meant as it is now..&lt;br /&gt;at times when you think that trying might just do the trick, you're very well wrong.&lt;br /&gt;that was what i thought..&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could just leave it there for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; expect a split second to take it away.&lt;br /&gt;you know, sometimes you wanna let your imagination run as wild as possible, but you're afraid that it might take away your sense of reality, well.. just let it run..&lt;br /&gt;like the wild horse in the wild wild west!&lt;br /&gt;let it run like the wind..&lt;br /&gt;back to the main topic..&lt;br /&gt;apologies? i don't know what else to say..&lt;br /&gt;it's said and done.. but can't it be changed?&lt;br /&gt;the amount of time and effort can be seen through this picture, the sincerity is there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acceptance&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8656773935023973457-3851059906715142698?l=iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/feeds/3851059906715142698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8656773935023973457&amp;postID=3851059906715142698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3851059906715142698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8656773935023973457/posts/default/3851059906715142698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwasnt-alone.blogspot.com/2009/08/certain-things-cant-be-replaced.html' title=''/><author><name>standing on my own two feet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q11_3NXIdY8/Sn_8kbwtydI/AAAAAAAABZI/P-eFuw-WKMo/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
