<?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-6418985</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:02:05.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever &amp; Ever, Babe.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>434</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-209506779411800046</id><published>2007-03-13T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:20:14.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;her smile fades in the summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been good,&lt;BR&gt;bitter-sweet heartache ( :&lt;BR&gt;but,&lt;a href="http://popfudgehero.livejournal.com"&gt; &lt;font color=red&gt;it's time to go.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this place was never the same again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;em&gt;after you came and went.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-209506779411800046?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/209506779411800046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/209506779411800046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/03/look-to-past-remember-her-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-3579932580023849956</id><published>2007-03-12T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:21:02.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're sick child, you're safe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-3579932580023849956?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3579932580023849956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3579932580023849956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/03/youre-sick-child-youre-safe.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-5650059642655329654</id><published>2007-03-11T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T15:02:18.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you got what you deserved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gathering was good fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotsdogs, chickenwings, fishballs, big gust of wind, leaves flying, ladybugs attacking, spiders spinning, Matthew's (aka TomYam) "ohmygawddd", Audrey on a bicycle after four(?) years, swerving around, screaming, hitchin a ride back to our ultra far bbq pit, Cindy getting lost, playing with her dog Buffy, scaring/chasing Ziwei around with good ol' Buffy, celebrating the March babies' birthdays (awww, thanks guys :D), blowing out candles, cutting my portion of the cake diagonally (hahahah), class of 2005 picture taking, JC kids talk with Cherlyn, Lishan &amp; Sihong, Cindy's bitching about - , piggybacking, walking to car park, jumpshots, ride home with Sihong, Ah Ben, ZhengYang &amp; ZhiKang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin's wedding dinner later YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;should've known better when you came around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-5650059642655329654?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/5650059642655329654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/5650059642655329654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-got-what-you-deserved-gathering-was.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-2390075092051919996</id><published>2007-03-10T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T12:51:28.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And will you still be feeling alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the morning with the sun creeping through the blinds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And will you say it was a good time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you will you tell him anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's got you right where he wants you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right where he wants you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's going outside in the middle of the night with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me. what I'm supposed to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No I'm fine, I can go another time with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But tell me why would I want to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCKAFELLASKANK THREEEEEEE :D :D :D the line-up was pretty good, there wasnt much technical faults, &amp; mygawd, WAS I HIGH! :D hahahah. had a great night with the class girls ( : anyway, Denise! we saw you backstage moshing the curtains during the encore! HAHAHAHAHAH funny lah you. late night dinner after that with Claire, Yuxiu, Clement, Pok &amp;amp; Ziyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAYYY 4FAITH GATHERING/BBQ LATER :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-2390075092051919996?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2390075092051919996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2390075092051919996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-will-you-still-be-feeling-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-7136431525395098262</id><published>2007-03-07T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:56:44.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just couldn't take the hurt again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmydonuts, effects of the red army : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or perhaps it's just you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-7136431525395098262?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/7136431525395098262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/7136431525395098262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-couldnt-take-hurt-again-what.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-552959212532209511</id><published>2007-03-05T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:23:18.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holding on to feel the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half day of school today due to the superb A'lvl results :D&lt;br /&gt;it's 1328 &amp; im at home already :D&lt;br /&gt;out soon to meet MandaJenPeiMel&amp;amp;Nat in town :D&lt;br /&gt;then Canoeing Team dinner at &lt;em&gt;Vila'ge&lt;/em&gt; later on :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im ending sentences with :D instead of fullstops &amp; it actually feels quite fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought new chucks &amp;amp; i like the colour :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling Pink! &amp;amp; in Audrey's words, it means feeling happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"butterfly, rosebud, or star?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-552959212532209511?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/552959212532209511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/552959212532209511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/03/holding-on-to-feel-same-half-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-8431219178320806291</id><published>2007-03-03T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:25:18.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this may never start&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently using my brothers' precious computer that they use to play their oh-so-fun dota &amp; warcraft. hahah. the other computer that all my files are is being a big fat biaaatch. ugh. i want my songs &amp;amp; pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blocktests is over :D &amp; it was pretty screwed up. (what's new man audrey, what's new!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i think too much. not that its bad or what but the things i think are just getting so weird. &amp;amp; i think sometimes i get too carried away. as in i get too carried away with the things i do or think about. i dont really understand what im talking about now &amp; i think im sounding abit incoherent. see, i think alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY DENISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i hope you love the Aldo shades we got for you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrw's my mum's birthday! i think she will never read this but still,&lt;br /&gt;i love you mummy you're the BESTBESTBESTEST AhBu in the whole universe ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something kinda random - i miss doing cartwheels. HAHAHAHAH. Cherlyn Pang, my one &amp; only cartwheel partner! meet up soon so we can do cartwheels together k! &amp;amp; i reallyreally miss TheSauces :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-8431219178320806291?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/8431219178320806291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/8431219178320806291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-may-never-start-im-currently-using.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-3699357331014788027</id><published>2007-02-21T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:49:02.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes, it just feels better to give in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"HOW YOU DOING?" hahahah people go watch &lt;em&gt;Norbit&lt;/em&gt;. it's some hilarious shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO SIHONG YOU NOOOOOOB. hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAYx1000 for shopping (!), mugging(?) &amp; Norbiting! thanks for the ben&amp;amp;jerry's ice cream treat! ( : hahahahah. miss my farts while i mug my ass off for common test which is like next week, COMMON TEST IS LIKE NEXT WEEK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alwite, im out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all too familiar,&lt;br /&gt;And it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;All the cards begin to stack up,&lt;br /&gt;Twisting heartache into fine,&lt;br /&gt;Little pieces that avoid an awful crime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's you I can't deny&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-3699357331014788027?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3699357331014788027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3699357331014788027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/02/sometimes-it-just-feels-better-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-2812025617543671966</id><published>2007-02-19T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:21:55.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you got that dance floor so hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gong xi fa cai, hong bao YI BAI ge lai! HAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;visiting today over at my Aunt's place was alright. i swear i was munchin away at their titbits non-stop. caught up abit with my cousins ( : &amp; my little cousins were like filling the house with much of their noise. hahah. Beck's baby is gna be due this April, plus her wedding is coming up soon too! kinda psyched up about that, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;late night dinner with my parents, my 2nd brother &amp;amp; his girlfriend at CityLink's NewYorkNewYork was awesome. their serving is like hell lot, my gawd i was super bloated after that. had a reaaally satisfying dinner :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;meeting up with Hongky, Kow &amp;amp; probably Cindy tmrw for studying. siahlaaaah study seh! im pretty sure we will sidetrack alot. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just a random thought, i want to get myself a -----o when i turn eighteen. but it's sucha crazy idea i think i shld just forget about it HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-2812025617543671966?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2812025617543671966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2812025617543671966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-got-that-dance-floor-so-hot-gong-xi.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-4727023409421495188</id><published>2007-02-16T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:49:25.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a long night spent with your most obvious weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shaking at the thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;have you ever hear a particular song &amp; feel your heart froze/skipped a beat as you start remembering something that was once beautiful to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today, i did. not just once, but twice. oh dear, what a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VivoCity shopping PartI today was alright. PartII &amp;amp; IKEA coming up tmrw! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&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/6418985-4727023409421495188?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/4727023409421495188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/4727023409421495188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/02/long-night-spent-with-your-most-obvious.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-2397190930694349080</id><published>2007-02-15T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:03:51.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when the beat comes on, the girls all line up&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Love Day yesterday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKAROOS TO ALL for the chocolates &amp; candies &amp;amp; brownies &amp; white chocolate cheesecake &amp;amp; "you've been tagged!"s &amp; heart shaped stuff &amp;amp; flowers &amp; vday notes &amp;amp; hugs &amp; even, kisses! (peck on the cheek lah, hahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;land training after school &amp;amp; i fell while we were running the Mount Rosie route. what a wonderful Vday gift from Me to Myself! hahah. wasnt a very bad fall, just a couple of scratches &amp; 'orh chehs' around my shin. my shin again! boooooops, sooorraye dear leggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinnered after training with "The L.H Club", Nat Mel Jenny &amp;amp; Peihan to celebrate Pei's 18th birthday! another legal friend, YAY! Subway, Chippy's fried mars bars, &amp; fried chicken with spicy powder &amp;amp; cheese were yummilicious. walks &amp; talks, we had a simple yet fun Vday night :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even more pleasant(?) surprise when i got home last night. kinda freaked out initially cause there wasnt any card or note, but found out who it was after that. thankyouverymuch to &lt;strong&gt;BGF&lt;/strong&gt; for the flowers! real nice &amp;amp; sweet of you to send it right up to my doorsteps. my mum accepted it for me, and yes, she questioned me alot hahahah. never expected it &amp; am indeed surprised. anyway, much thanks for the pretty roses! ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad just passed me his extra digi cam YAYYYY but i still kinda miss the spoilt one :( half day of school tmrw! gonna do last bit of CNY shopping after that with one of my favourites who bravely endured my smellyfarts during tuition (looks at Sihong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, blood donation drive today &amp;amp; i got rejected to be a blood donor cause my heart beat was too slow?! what is this maaaaaan. &amp;amp; i was not allowed to take the Econs CA just because i came super late (i reached school around 10am, hahah) for school today. ohwells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-2397190930694349080?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2397190930694349080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2397190930694349080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-beat-comes-on-girls-all-line-up.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-9084065209524904554</id><published>2007-02-14T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:42:26.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY FRIENDS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you show me &lt;strong&gt;real love&lt;/strong&gt; baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll show you mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-9084065209524904554?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/9084065209524904554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/9084065209524904554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-my-friends-have.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-5377191676464418476</id><published>2007-02-10T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:20:12.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may angels lead you in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp; so it's the weekend (&amp;amp; half of it is almost gone.)&lt;br /&gt;my Saturdays always seem to ZOOOOOM! away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, dragged myself out of bed, fell aslp on the bus to Macritchie, saw ShuAnne &amp; Joanne when i alighted the bus. they're the first two people of the day to make me laugh, esp ShuAnne! she's damn hilarious, hahah. rowwwed, achieved our pb (YAY :D), J8 with Nat &amp;amp; Manda after training, MosBurger, saw Randall at Subway, sat at Coffeebean &amp; talkeddd, home, bathed/changed, out to meet Yolanda, PeiHan &amp;amp; WeiXuan for SHOPPING! ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping was quite alright, though all i got was some earrings from Topshop. went back to Metro Paragon &amp; gave the people at Levi's/Dockers a visit :D Yo got a pair of Levi's jeans from them. Nora &amp;amp; Syaza are still as cheeky as ever! &amp; heard from Fanny that Jordan resigned already. i kinda miss working with them. but whenever i think of work last year, i think of other stuff, which consists of happy + unhappy stuff, which is not a good thing. i hate to be reminded of things that i dont like to be reminded of. who likes it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ohgay tmrw is Sunday which means Monday is coming rwahhhh so fast.&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;so what will you think of me now?&lt;br /&gt;so lucky, so strong, so proud?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-5377191676464418476?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/5377191676464418476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/5377191676464418476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/02/may-angels-lead-you-in.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-8481368638185429267</id><published>2007-02-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:55:32.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;21st position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO. DAMN. CLOSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; bit more &amp; it will be top twentyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-country today was fun overall though. good run canoeing girls! i think all of us felt the team spirit :D the competition was really quite tough. odacers, trackers, netballers, swimmers etc &amp;amp; all the &lt;em&gt;hidden dragons&lt;/em&gt; unleashing their power, HAHAHAH. though not all of us got into top 20, but we came in one after another, so it was really encouraging. we are how tight please! YAYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;captain's ball for pe was quite retarded. &amp;amp; Steff sprained her ankle again! ohnoooo. rest well k! ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-8481368638185429267?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/8481368638185429267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/8481368638185429267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/02/21st-position-so.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-3914450912615395196</id><published>2007-02-05T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:59:31.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now we can rap about "the good old days"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh at dumb jokes that you make.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-3914450912615395196?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3914450912615395196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3914450912615395196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/02/make-everyday-holiday-im-happy-again-to.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-2647835516391342300</id><published>2007-02-04T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:12:05.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey, how long till the music drowns you out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training ystd morning &amp; all of us were super tired we got no idea why. rushed home after trng to bathe &amp;amp; change then met Jenny &amp; Melissa in town for SHOPPINGGG! :D shopping never fails to make me happy ( : what's more, i got my second pay! ( : felt like a hard-core shopaholic. I LIKE ( :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was at FarEast so visited Crystal at work. found out that FarEast is quite a coolio place to shop at &amp;amp; it was the first time i bought so many things from there! a Hollister hoodie, a pretty butterfly clutch &amp; according to Jenny, a pair of &lt;em&gt;cute-sy&lt;/em&gt; shoes! HAHAH. headed to Wisma for more shopping after Mel left for her friend's gig. bought some more stuff, went over to Heeren &amp;amp; Jenny bought a pair of really nice pumps &amp; a 'Little Miss Curious' top from Queen's Couture. was quite a fun&amp;amp;exciting day/night out! WEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shin has been hurting for days &amp; Steff said that it's shin splint.&lt;br /&gt;dear pain, please go away asap ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so consistently inconsistent? RWAHHHH i hate hate hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S/ i will break down the wall the very same way i built it for you, someday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-2647835516391342300?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2647835516391342300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2647835516391342300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-how-long-till-music-drowns-you-out.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-3794443948764696056</id><published>2007-02-01T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:09:07.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;those flashing lights come from everywhere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;the song 'Love Stoned' by Justin Timberlake makes me feel like dancing in the kitchen, on the floor! hahahah. "She's got me love stoned. Man I swear she's bad and she knows! I think that she knows!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today was so retarded, i laughed till i almost pang sai in my underoos please. hahah. twopointfour timing during morning run was alright. Nat was being quite scary in a determined way. anygay, PE was rather hilarious. the girls were running together for the 2rounds warm up &amp; it was Pok's birthday so Steff suggested TauPok-ing Pok. here's an extract of our conversation was like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steff : "let's taupok Pok!"&lt;br /&gt;Yuxiu : (laughs off-tunely) "eh, that rhymes leh!"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "OMG, obviously lah! they're like both the exact same words!"&lt;br /&gt;Steff : (collasped on the field &amp;amp; laughed like a madcow)&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS : (continue running)&lt;br /&gt;after a couple of seconds,&lt;br /&gt;me : (laughs) "Yuxiu XIU! eh that rhymes leh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think our class girls can be really bimbotic sometimes ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY JONATHAN POK! (you irritate the hell out of me most of the time, but i know that you care so thankyou)&lt;br /&gt;the cake we got for Pok was yummilicious :D &amp; the guys had a smashin good time smearing the fudge over each other. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training tmrw &amp;amp; i hope the rudder will be good &amp; the current will be nice &amp;amp; the wind will not be as strong as Tuesday so that i can practice my strokes properly &amp;amp; get a better timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything, everything will be alright, alright!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-3794443948764696056?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3794443948764696056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3794443948764696056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/02/those-flashing-lights-come-from.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-2468378870614663943</id><published>2007-01-27T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:49:53.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you drive away from my car crash of a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;school this week has been mentally draining + physically torturing. but it was good fun nevertheless! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this was what i've discovered over the days :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) badminton is not my kinda thing. i still prefer balls to corks. (sounds pretty wrong) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) there's a male teacher in CJ whose hair makes him look like Darth Vader, the villian from StarWars. cute laahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) not a single CJCian pressed the bell on Wed &amp; so the bus driver drove straight passed our school resulting in twenty over of us being late for school. this is the second time that such an incident occured to me &gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) i look forward to playing volleyball whenever we have free time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) i find sprintings during track circuits hella fun. adrenaline rushhhh baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) 2 hours break just sitting at the GrandStand listening to music &amp;amp; enjoying the cool breeze with Corina&amp;Denise was fuzzily nice : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7) being the front rower of the k2 &amp;amp; controlling the rudder is frustrating. it makes me screaaam &amp; SHOUT. ( so sorry ASS! :/ )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8) &amp;amp; dearest partner found rowing at the back &amp;amp; counting rather tiring. now we know how each other feel! ( we gotta keep holding on! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9) my classmates went crazy fencing in class. hahahah, hilarious please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10) i miss the Levi's/Dockers crew! :(&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you said&lt;em&gt; hello&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;inside im screaming &lt;em&gt;i love you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i absolutely love this song. my current ear candy : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-2468378870614663943?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2468378870614663943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2468378870614663943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-drive-away-from-my-car-crash-of.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-1913710553005287662</id><published>2007-01-23T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:40:44.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starlight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;doubt i'll be coming online tmrw&lt;br /&gt;SO HERE GOES,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/BELLAS18th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE BELLA KOW! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're legal now! (&amp;amp; not so exciting, i know) hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AUDREY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-1913710553005287662?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/1913710553005287662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/1913710553005287662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/01/starlight.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-6107899285286155825</id><published>2007-01-21T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:55:10.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you've made a lasting impression.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like my recent put-on-repeat-mode song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it has been in my iPoddy for quite some time now. hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;celebrated Bella's 18th birthday in advance cause some of us arent free on the actually day, take me for example. no thanks to the lame ass Parent-Teacher meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like the brownie cheesecake we got for Bella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;feel like gng back Taka &amp; buy a slice now. hahah. hope you like the cake &amp;amp; the "Champagne"! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;left my brolly at MNG, ahh sucks. but i bought a dress from there, so YAY. more CNY shopping please. it was quite a bump-into-people-you-know day. one of the people i bumped into was Kenneth &amp; his girlfriend around Lido. shortly after we exchanged "Hi"s, I SLIPPED &amp;amp; FELL. sat in the most awkward position &amp; laughed like a retard for a few seconds before Hongky helped me up. this is why i hate rainy weathers sometimes. saw Peihan &amp;amp; Jenna too! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like the top of Emerald Hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A PLACE TO CALL OUR OWN (: sat there with our legs dangling by the edge, talked with BellaCindyCrystalSihong &amp; watched the cars go by. awesome feeling. caught the last train home with Cindy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just so you guys know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it saddens me whenever i see you all light it up &amp;amp; inhale away. i know nothing i say or do can stop you guys but at least try to control the addiction maybe? cause i still want to have you girls around for long, LONG time. know what i mean?&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/6418985-6107899285286155825?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6107899285286155825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6107899285286155825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/01/youve-made-lasting-impression.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-7091986270617259281</id><published>2007-01-17T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:37:10.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you're on the golden sea,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just keeps getting worst. i was too harsh with my words maybe(?) yeahyeahyeahhhh i admit i was kinda harsh but cant help if i felt super *#$&amp;%^*! at that point in time y'knw. ALRIGHT LET'S ALL GET SOME CHILL PILLS &amp;amp; STOP BEING SUCH BITCHES YA. hahahah dammit im feeling pretty high ever since land training just now. touch rugby for games was fun but seriously quite retarded too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, time for my daily dose of T-to-the-V!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-7091986270617259281?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/7091986270617259281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/7091986270617259281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-youre-on-golden-sea-it-just-keeps.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-3166889554963540907</id><published>2007-01-13T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:34:50.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i look at you with such disdain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;supposedly water training today but Macritchie was flooded (?) so we only ran &amp; did weights. the weights were super unkind to me. Rwahhh. Pratahouse after training kinda made up for all the aches, YAY. j1s orientation training ystd was alright. much more fun &amp;amp; easy compared to our's last year. last year's orientation training for us was OMG CAN CRY PLEASE (which i almost did) hahahah. &amp; it was on my 17th birthday! i can still remember the happenings of that night with the Favourites (: Cindy was like real highhh/tipsy, hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's dinner at United Square's Subway with MandaJennyNatalie&amp;amp;PeiHan after trng was LOL SUPER HILARIOUS. "lean back, (fat joe)" &amp; "Subber" &amp;amp; &amp; "BILLY"! retarded, retarded! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, today BenLim told me some stuff about the stupid AA girl that got my blood boiling to the max! &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hello you. you're such a sucker for attention. stop acting like you're damn miserable cause you're in no state to be &amp;amp; please shutthefuckup about me cause it's not my fault that you feel so inferior! ahhh, that felt pretty good HAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp; in case you girls are wondering whats going on, we need to meet up soon cause i got so much stuff to update you guys on! y'all sure will find all that has happened so damn unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k gotta get some work done. goodbye &amp;amp; please be good my friends (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-3166889554963540907?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3166889554963540907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3166889554963540907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-look-at-you-with-such-disdain.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-1697087371601168904</id><published>2007-01-11T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:02:29.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im happy again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's been relatively good. other than the frequent updates from Manda about people that turns me off real badly. G to the R to the O-S-S. hahahah. funny how everything &amp; everyone is just so inter-related. cool beaaans. thank you friends (you shld know who you are) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Roy, im super movin on :D so must you okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition today with Honky was actually quite.. FUN! hahah, for once i can actually concentrate pretty well despite the occasional outburst of laughter &amp; random comments. went Popular to shop for stationaries after tuition &amp;amp; OHMYGAWD we bought Powerpuff girls folders! Hongky, Terkey &amp;amp; I, the PPGs (post-promos girls, YAYYYY.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-1697087371601168904?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/1697087371601168904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/1697087371601168904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-happy-again.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-6676621177682954930</id><published>2007-01-07T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T17:18:51.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so let me get this straight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Forever &amp;amp; Ever' only ends up being &lt;em&gt;NEVER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's time to create a new layout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-6676621177682954930?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6676621177682954930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6676621177682954930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-let-me-get-this-straight-say-now-you.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-3866003111198532896</id><published>2007-01-06T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T17:36:15.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; now that im stronger i've figured out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHAHAH Pok is like cracking me up on msn! funny shit. my back is aching from today's training &amp;amp; trainings gna be like 5 days a week like WTF ahhhhh yesterday night was cool beans with not-so-cool friends Cindy Crystal &amp; Terkey hahahah kiddingggg lahhhhh oh &amp;amp; ThaiExpress was good. Crystal was soo highhhh. alrights gtg bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-3866003111198532896?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3866003111198532896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3866003111198532896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-now-that-im-stronger-ive-figured.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-2083935983056904874</id><published>2007-01-03T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:34:05.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIRST DAY OF JC2 WAS OHHHKAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt know you felt pain too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-2083935983056904874?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2083935983056904874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2083935983056904874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-jc2-was-ohhhkay-d-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-3392762757390887723</id><published>2007-01-02T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:13:53.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just so long as this thing's loaded.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Denise mentioned that my posts were really emo recently. sorry guys. helllll i feel horrible again cause i just heard updates abt them. part of me dont want to let &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; have best of both sides but it's really bitchy of me to do something like that. argh. i really hope when school starts it will be able to help me get my mind off all this damn shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that 3rd december night;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only thing i regret is that i, i never let you hold me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;class bbq on the 30th at Steff's place &amp; omg, i love their Christmas tree! tall, big &amp;amp; pretty! celebrated Claire's birthday which was on the 31st. HAPPY BELATED 17TH, SKINNY GIRL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;new year eve/new year was quite good too. went over to Crystal's after work. countdown at the amphitheatre with Crystal &amp; her church friends, Bella, Keith, Terkey, &amp;amp; Roy, drank abit, warm&amp;fuzzy from the full-of-nuts porridge, upstairs for Mr&amp;amp;MrsSmith, futile attempts to call for Macs delivery, fell aslp on the couch, woken up by Roy's super off-key singing, talkeddd, j8 Macs for breakfast, back to Crystal's to zzZ for 2 hrs, woke up &amp; then work! hmm 2007. oh-six was full of ups &amp;amp; downs really. all the unexpected stuff that happened :( sigh. but anywayyy, saw my eyecandy on the night of nye at Cityhall mrt. what a good way to end 2006 ya! HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;out with Bella, Crystal, Terkey &amp; Sihong today was LOVELOVE (: cutting of hair plan was screweddd &amp;amp; so we went shopping around town since i got my pay, hoho. got my Crumpler! :D &amp; some other random things. talked alot with Terkey &amp;amp; Sihong at Subway. sighhh, 'TheHeavy Hearts'. we camwhored abit too HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-3392762757390887723?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3392762757390887723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3392762757390887723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-so-long-as-this-things-loaded.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-8422021801966862290</id><published>2006-12-28T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:17:54.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how the hell am i going to get through it when school starts?&lt;br /&gt;FU C KLA HS ER IO US L YW HYA R YO UI N M YC LA SS (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never ask if you don't ever tell me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you well enough to know you'll never love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of work already. maybe it's because im transferred to Taka.&lt;br /&gt;no more CrazyCrew over at Metro Paragon :((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-8422021801966862290?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/8422021801966862290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/8422021801966862290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-hell-am-i-going-to-get-through-it.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-2888701076085749139</id><published>2006-12-25T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T18:44:13.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe i should hate you for this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read his email/letter to me again today. this time, i read it over, &amp; over, &amp;amp; over again. it still hurts. but the more times i read it, the more numb &amp; nonchalent i feel. that's a good sign, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;still, i cant forget the times we had&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was pretty okay. the movie was so HAHAHAH. "you dumdum, give me some gumgum!" hilarious shit. go catch 'Night at the Musuem'&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; people! &amp;amp; NYDC for &lt;em&gt;Cookie &amp;amp; Jedi Monster&lt;/em&gt; was gooddd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know when im happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-2888701076085749139?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2888701076085749139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2888701076085749139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/louder-now.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-4689797095490480339</id><published>2006-12-24T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T02:33:04.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's like you fall in love while i just fall apart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night with BellaCindyCrystalSihong &amp; Ter was good (: drank &amp;amp; talked alot. &amp; i broke down. seriously, it felt good. the tears just came flowing like a faucet. amazing how i lost control of my senses &amp;amp; everything that's inside for too long came pouring out. THANKS x1000000 GIRLFRIENDS FOR LISTENING! its been a long time since we opened up to each other &amp; it felt great. i feel so much stronger now. he's just not worth it! bastarddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, work today was super cam-whorish! it was Grace's last day, so the whole crew (levi's&amp;amp;dockers) snapped away! YAY. night time, JennyPeihanNatMelAndrew&amp;Erwin came to visit &amp;amp; so we took pictures too! YAY YAY. it was hella funny please. &amp; Nora actually found Andrew quite hot. OMG. hahahah. &amp;amp; oh, my parents dropped by too! not bad for the eve of Christmas's eve (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for 'A Night at the Museum' with Best(guy)Friend on Christmas eve after my work! &amp; Chrismukkah gathering at Crystal's place on Christmas! &amp;amp;&amp; not forgetting Sentosa on Boxing day! :D:D:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;gotta sleep now. meeting Fanny &amp;amp; Jordan for Macs breakfast tmrw before heading for work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE ALREADY! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;jiggle&lt;/span&gt; jingle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;jiggle jiggle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jingle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-4689797095490480339?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/4689797095490480339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/4689797095490480339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-like-you-fall-in-love-while-i-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-5121555899696577824</id><published>2006-12-20T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T11:52:10.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY BITCH! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/CRYSTALLEE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crystal Gabrielle Lee Zi Yan (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;didnt go for training today cause of &lt;em&gt;too many&lt;/em&gt; reasons. HAHAH. came online &amp; saw Jenny! both Peihan &amp;amp; her didnt go too. OHMYGAWDDD WE'RE SUCH SLACKERSSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, see y'all later! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-5121555899696577824?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/5121555899696577824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/5121555899696577824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-seventeenth-birthday-bitch-d.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-3082401346725269382</id><published>2006-12-17T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:32:28.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;To think I might not see those eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Makes it so hard not to cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days were like fuckin hell.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey &lt;strong&gt;bastard&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i can be a crazy bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-3082401346725269382?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3082401346725269382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3082401346725269382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/these-few-days-have-been-hell-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-3710367254277146095</id><published>2006-12-16T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:28:47.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need Mr Brightside now,&lt;br /&gt;to teach me to look at the better side :(&lt;br /&gt;i was so, damn, right.&lt;br /&gt;you made a difference,&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you said that you would&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then you changed your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-3710367254277146095?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3710367254277146095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3710367254277146095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-mr-brightside-now-to-teach-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-513449024972899021</id><published>2006-12-15T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T00:12:57.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;violent red.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jiao lian, please put AmandaSoh &amp; I back together, &lt;em&gt;qiu2 qiu2 ni3&lt;/em&gt;! we row our bestest together lah. felt really weird today during trng. ASS felt the same way too :((( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showered at Nat's grandpapamama's place after trng. met up with Yuxiu &amp;amp; Shunny after that. had our lunch/dinner at Cafe Cartel. talked. laughed. gossiped. yay great catching up session friends! (: shopped around with Yuxiu in search of her boyfriend's Christmas present. i bought hot pink nail polish! waaahhhhhh. anyway, saw Ben &amp; friends. retarded boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, saw LeeLaoShi the other day at work. she was with her hubby &amp;amp; omg her stomach is much bigger than the last time we saw her. it's kinda scaraaye y'know. think her baby is gng to be due soon. Jenny Peihan Nat &amp; Andrew told me that they wanted to give me a surprise ystd by visiting me at work but they didnt get to see me cause i was working morning shift! ahhhh. hahah but so cute of them anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho's physics tuition on Monday. together with Hongky &amp;amp; her Maths. YAY tuition buddy again! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for Christmas Eve. like what Kow said, "DRINK SOME BEER, DO SILLY THINGS, GET HIGH, GET EVEN MORE HIGH." got that right man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to go when you just came back? idiot idiot idiot :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-513449024972899021?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/513449024972899021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/513449024972899021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/youre-red-violent-red.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-2098771222484893768</id><published>2006-12-13T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:45:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what have you done to me now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just cant sleep at night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"yup =] best X10000!" you said that, dearest friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks for understanding. &amp; for everything. i wont forget you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;work today &amp;amp; TerrenaTan visited me! hello you, i must admit you succeeded in surprising me cause i really was when i turn around &amp; saw you and your unforgettable adidas sling bag. HAHAH. caught up abit &amp;amp; u kinda made my day so thank you very much ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotes Andrew, "Dating is GOOD." hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;training tmrw morning omg torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-2098771222484893768?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2098771222484893768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/2098771222484893768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-have-you-done-to-me-now-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-954799910280382955</id><published>2006-12-07T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:12:39.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear You Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;rowed from Changi to Punggol to Pasir Ris &amp; back to Changi within 3 days for the expedition. Manda was my kayaking partner. hahah like what's new. kept singing as we canoed. together with Mel&amp;amp; FeiZhen! funnn :D BBQ-ed on the last night at Pasir Ris Park. ate non-stopppp. had heart-to-heart talk with Manda (: late night trip to DownTown East Macs with Manda, Nat &amp; Mandi for IceMilo. couldnt remember everything from the XP but it was alright i guess. ( minus the sucky sbw park toilet, numerous mozzie bites, soaked bag &amp;amp; screwd up plans. ) games were pretty fun, esp pictionary where my team totally owns. hahahah. update more if i rmbr. im super exhausted already. "GOT THAT RIGHT" ya? HAHAHAHAH canoeists lingo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-954799910280382955?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/954799910280382955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/954799910280382955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/hear-you-me-rowed-from-changi-to.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-6059056067519704427</id><published>2006-12-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:38:26.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carry on &amp; on &amp;amp; on about you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the things you do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only Jordan &amp;amp; I were at the counter today. sales were not bad. had a few really fucked up customers though. i've learnt the art of keeping a smile on when actually i so feel like smacking them. HAHAH. Syaza treated me to Indian food at Lucky Plaza that's like &lt;em&gt;Sedaaaap!&lt;/em&gt; that's the only thing making me happy today i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this is post no. 400. wahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrw is the canoeing expedition already. will be back on the 7th! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I MISS EVERYBODYYY. right Sihong? hahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;:(((&lt;br /&gt;im just afraid to get too close. &lt;em&gt;10&lt;/em&gt; days later, we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-6059056067519704427?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6059056067519704427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6059056067519704427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/12/carry-on-on-on-about-you-and-things-you.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-6630148225469365485</id><published>2006-11-26T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:26:14.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just not too close, too close.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;stand. greet. serve. yawn. fold pants/shirts. stone. hang pants/shirt. hahahah-ed with Fanny, Jordan &amp; Nora. lunch. wait for time to pass. stone. serve. serve. serve. stone. WORK TODAY IS LIKE SO FUN SIAHHH. fortunately it's morning shift so i get to leave at 6pm! met PangSai (hahahah!) at Isetan Scotts, waited for him to change, 132 to Longhouse for dinner, walked along Thomson, then bus ride home. YAY (: hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello &amp;amp; attention to &lt;strong&gt;ALL MY ZA BORS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MEET UP SOON OKAYYYY &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;training tmrw. &amp;amp; im pretty sian about it. ahhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-6630148225469365485?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6630148225469365485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6630148225469365485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-my-za-bors-meet-up-soon-okayyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-7264106996637315313</id><published>2006-11-24T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T20:38:54.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want me to wait,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll wait for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you tell me to stay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would stay right through...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Errr, what's the next line?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAH OMG YOUUUUUU (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANYWAYYY, im officially Miss Dockers again thank you very much. hahah. please drop by Metro Paragon Dockers/Levi's section if y'all are anywhere near Paragon k! YAY working with Nora &amp; Syaza again! :D &amp;amp; Sihong, we can have lunch/dinner break together! but i think we'll hafta run to meet up cause ure like at Dhoby Ghaut &amp;amp; im at Orchard hahahah okay im kinda tired from training today so goodbye for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-7264106996637315313?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/7264106996637315313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/7264106996637315313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-you-want-me-to-wait-ill-wait-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-4277237104448021519</id><published>2006-11-22T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:27:45.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you step up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll step up too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught Step Up like finally! hot&amp;groooovvyy. hahah, i like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JiaoLian put Manda &amp;amp; I together on k2 for trng today. our coordination is better when we row together, according to him. &amp; WanChing is much more stable with Peihan &amp;amp; Nat. hahahah im just super unstable lah. haiiiiis i'll kinda miss rowing with WanChing! &amp; Manda is really retarded. when we were rowing halfway, she was like, "Audrey! I think we look cool together MAN!" omg i tell you i nearly just sinked my paddle in too deep &amp;amp; made us cap lah. HAHAHAH that girl is nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with YuXiu tmrw! lotsa updatings to do hahah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and YAYYYY! AnnMarie passed her sup paper &amp; i'll still be seeing her around in school next year! i got tricked by her -.- just take a look at an extract of our convo. &lt;strong&gt;HENRYYYYYYY&lt;/strong&gt; is her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Island in the Sun says: ANNMARIE!&lt;br /&gt;Island in the Sun says: will i still be seeing you arnd in sch next yr?&lt;br /&gt;HENRYYYYYYY says: AUDREY&lt;br /&gt;HENRYYYYYYY says: no&lt;br /&gt;HENRYYYYYYY says: i failed&lt;br /&gt;HENRYYYYYYY says: )):&lt;br /&gt;Island in the Sun says: oh no :(&lt;br /&gt;Island in the Sun says: so ure not gng to stay in cj?&lt;br /&gt;HENRYYYYYYY says: HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;HENRYYYYYYY says: JUST KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;HENRYYYYYYY says: ((:&lt;br /&gt;HENRYYYYYYY says: I PASSED&lt;br /&gt;HENRYYYYYYY says: IM ADVANCED&lt;br /&gt;Island in the Sun says: ehhhh you!&lt;br /&gt;HENRYYYYYYY says:PHEW&lt;br /&gt;HENRYYYYYYY says: HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PeiHan Kenny Clement Pok &amp;amp; Ziyan advanced too! that stupid Pok actually msged my, "HEY BITCH! i promoted! =)" OH NO HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-4277237104448021519?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/4277237104448021519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/4277237104448021519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-step-up-ill-step-up-too.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-3437049907457671426</id><published>2006-11-20T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:36:27.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;doubt i'll be coming online tmrw, so here's a very&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE, SIHONG!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/sihongi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope you'll have a great birthday even though all of us will not be able to spend it together. (AGAIN!) we can always go out another day &amp; laugh &amp;amp; shit &amp; eat &amp;amp; jump &amp; yah u know what i mean so have fun with your family &amp;amp; GrandMama!&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUCH LOVE,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUDREY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-3437049907457671426?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3437049907457671426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/3437049907457671426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-in-case-i-wont-be-free-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-8020385676052421161</id><published>2006-11-18T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:30:02.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're finding things that you didn't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway-ed today after training with Manda, Jenny &amp; Peihan! then off we went in search for our canoeing caps. Mel joined us ltr, &amp;amp; after looking around at Nike/Adidas/Pum/Reebok/Fila/&lt;br /&gt;WorldofSports/Stadium, we each bought a white&amp;black cap at Nike! YAY, I LIKE :D we got really excited at Taka's Nike Women over the mini water bottles with hooks. AND SO, all of us got one each! different colours though. so retarded pls. we were planning to hook it to our lifejacks as we canoe, and carry them around in school during breaks &amp;amp; 'yummmm-seng!' together. ahhh HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE &lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt; THINGS! (: -screamsmeltsfaints.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-8020385676052421161?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/8020385676052421161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/8020385676052421161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/youre-finding-things-that-you-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-6567411542450425363</id><published>2006-11-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:49:30.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time makes it harder&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could remember.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training today was okay. i think i shld be thankful that i've got WanChing as my k2 partner cause its her stability that sorta offset my instability. HAHAH. ohyeah, &amp; i must rmbr to adjust my seat everytime before getting in if not i'll be like stretching my legs the whole time, which is like equal to cramps + super wobbly boat = capsize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAKAE SUSHI at Wheelock Place after trng with PS.F was goodddd. nothing beats having a great meal with good company after a tiring day. bus ride home was nice too! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThePrataHouse tmrw with MandaAss &amp; the rest before gng down to macritchie. YayYay i cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, company is all we need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-6567411542450425363?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6567411542450425363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6567411542450425363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-makes-it-harder-i-wish-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-8369580650696406520</id><published>2006-11-14T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:20:53.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess we never really moved on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really good to hear your voice,&lt;br /&gt;saying my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sounds so sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-8369580650696406520?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/8369580650696406520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/8369580650696406520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-guess-we-never-really-moved-on.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-6955075229800212</id><published>2006-11-12T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:40:13.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fate fell short this time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;job interview tmrw with Corina &amp; Yuxiu. some job at a bank.. if im not wrong. hahahah. B&amp;J's has yet to reply me! @*$%#^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh well. i can always be Miss Dockers again. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with Dad&amp;Mum today :D went Marina Sq &amp; SunTec. i got a new pair of slippers since my yellow&amp;green one drifted away at Macreeetchy last trng :(((( but nvm! my new, pretty pair of Ripcurl slippppys made up for it! hahahah. Crystal Jade for lunch. XLBs + LaMian! hahah TerrrTan, are you jealous? anyway, i think today was LOVE! time well spent (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch &lt;em&gt;Step Up&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;em&gt;The Covenant&lt;/em&gt;! anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is CindyGohJieYing, &amp; she has M.I.A-ed. Buddy, if you're reading this, pls call me k! i cant seem to contact you &amp; i miss you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/cindygohhhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-6955075229800212?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6955075229800212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6955075229800212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/fate-fell-short-this-time-job-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-6432111064922571268</id><published>2006-11-11T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:05:12.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T to the A to the S.T.E.Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl you tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's nice to know that&lt;em&gt; YOU&lt;/em&gt; &amp; i,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;have got sooo much in common.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;watched &lt;em&gt;Eurotrip&lt;/em&gt; again the other day. omg hilarious lah! love the robot scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; Scotty is ahhhhh cuteeee (: "Scotty doesnt know!" HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-6432111064922571268?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6432111064922571268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/6432111064922571268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/t-to-a-to-s-t-e-y-girl-you-tasty.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116306090398013004</id><published>2006-11-09T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:52:39.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Will you still love me in the morning?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"FOREVER &amp;amp; EVER, BABE."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sweeetttt (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116306090398013004?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116306090398013004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116306090398013004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/will-you-still-love-me-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116289154388755003</id><published>2006-11-07T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:17.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's what i like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Promos&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chinese A'lvl&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Oral Presentation&lt;/s&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YESTERDAY MARKED THE END OF PROJECT WORK FOR MY GROUP!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the skit turned out quite hilarious, my presentation was audible &amp; the questions posed were pretty tough, but i think we all managed to answer alright. &lt;strong&gt;KUDOS TO PW CJ115!&lt;/strong&gt; :D thank you my pw mates, &lt;strong&gt;Cheryl&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;David&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;J.Pok&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Steff&lt;/strong&gt;. even though we had our occasional disagreements &amp; misunderstandings, at least we managed to stay together as a group &amp;amp; crossed the finishing line! HURRAYYY. i'll miss you guys &amp; im not kidding. i had a great time working with you guys especially towards the end of pw. once again, thank you guys for everything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our group had our "post-pw celebration" lunch ystd after our OP at pizzahut, together with Clement, KC, Randy &amp;amp; Shunny. had our laughs as they talked abt their all-boys secondary school days. shitting in the urinal &amp; all that stuff. super sick lah. hahah. Cheryl, Steff &amp;amp; David left and the rest of us went to Vivocity! that place is AWESOME. new shopping place! YAY. we went to the roof terrace &amp; the view was breathtaking. headed to the supermassive Toys'R'us after that &amp;amp; had a hella fun time. hahahah we were like crazy kids i tell you. the 6 of us played with the dominoes and kept screamin&amp;shouting whenever the dominoes collasped against our will. in the end we succeeded though. hahah. walked abt Vivo for alil while more &amp;amp; then home! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my mum is in a bad mood today. dammit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; Ben Teoh is lending me Princess Hours dvd! weeehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116289154388755003?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116289154388755003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116289154388755003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/heres-what-i-like-promoschinese.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116263594225706163</id><published>2006-11-04T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:17.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing in this world can stop us tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that im actually addicted to Paris Hilton's songs?!&lt;br /&gt;first it was 'Stars are blind', &amp; now it's 'Nothing in this world'.&lt;br /&gt;goshhh. IM STARTING TO SING LIKE A BIMBO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;da da, da da, dadadada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rented &amp;amp; watched &lt;em&gt;Aquamarine&lt;/em&gt; just now. its such a sweetsweet movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;makes me feel so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahahah. i wanna have a pair of starfish earrings too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was ChinkChiang A level paper ystd. Chicken rice at FarEast after that with CherylDenise&amp;Yuxiu was oohhhlala yummilicious. Borders with Cheryl, &amp;amp; then went to meet Hongky at Little India! walked to The Cathay &amp; saw the class guys outside TheParadizCentre. now i know where they always play dota. hahah. went Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's and Hongky served me! hahahah. ChocolateFudgeBrownie is LOVELOVE :D met Crystal &amp; Kow after that. hang out at Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's for alittle while more and then home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116263594225706163?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116263594225706163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116263594225706163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/nothing-in-this-world-can-stop-us.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116237908092230962</id><published>2006-11-01T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:16.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here it goes again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i still feel sleepy despite waking up at 1.30 this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;watched travel&amp;living and now i feel like travelling all over the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 5 places that i wanna go:&lt;br /&gt;1) Japan&lt;br /&gt;2) Australia&lt;br /&gt;3) Hongkong&lt;br /&gt;4) Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5) Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, i guess i shld just stick to Singapore or Sentosa. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I HAVENT BEEN TO VIVOCITY YET! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish you were here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116237908092230962?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116237908092230962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116237908092230962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-it-goes-again-ahhh-i-still-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116222417169738758</id><published>2006-10-30T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:16.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;welcome to the black parade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP dry run today was @^$*%(#&amp;!# nerve-wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine how tmrw will be like infront of other teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my pw group is bananas. we were laughing like dont know what when we were rehearsing our skit. yuxiu videoed them down for me on my phone, &amp; i cant stop HAHAHAH-ing when i saw the videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP dry run again tmrw. omg shit heart is thumping so fast alrd -screams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116222417169738758?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116222417169738758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116222417169738758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-to-black-parade.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116212412156384089</id><published>2006-10-29T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:15.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't you know that it's not this hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered what i wanted to blog about since friday! hahahah. last friday, i went to school as usual. saw the usual group of CJ peeps who takes bus from toapayoh too. 105 came &amp; we boarded the bus. it seems like a typical morning bus ride to school until i saw ARHEM! on the bus too. hahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright back to the topic. the bus was approaching our school gate &amp;amp; we were ready to alight. but the unexpected happen. all of us took for granted that the bus uncle will stop at the school bus stop so NONE of us pressed the bell. &amp; guess what. THE BUS UNCLE DROVE STRAIGHT PASSED OUR SCHOOL. all of us were like wtf/wth?! hahahah damn hilarious i tell you. &amp;amp; the next stop was like freakin far. we alighted at SJI and the whole group of about 8 (?) people walked all the way from SJI to the back gate of our school. i was cursing &amp; swearing to Kat throughout the whole 15min walk. met BroP at the back gate of our sch &amp;amp; he asked us why we were late. told him our reason &amp;amp; he chided AndrewNg. thankfully he let us off without giving us any detention. hahahah. interesting Friday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oral presentation dry run tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;hope that i wont stutter or stammer or forgot what im supposed to say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116212412156384089?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116212412156384089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116212412156384089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-you-know-that-its-not-this-hard-i.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116204905664420051</id><published>2006-10-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:15.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;middle of nowhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello friends,&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY VERY OWN MOVIE! :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahah please copy &amp;amp; paste this link to view -&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BWYAeZlkps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i wanted to try out Denise's anti shock cam, but i didnt know she was videoing it.&lt;br /&gt;Yuxiu's SUPER high pitch laughter + Clement's "ehh retarded leh! see even they also laugh at you." made &lt;em&gt;my five seconds long movie&lt;/em&gt; dammit comical!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH HAHAHAH SO UNGLAM LAHH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116204905664420051?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116204905664420051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116204905664420051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/middle-of-nowhere-www.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116196106087355029</id><published>2006-10-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:15.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't explain what you can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/ONETEETWENTYSIXsmaller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE TEE TWENTY SIX 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im beginning to love this class. hahah serious k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yesterday was the last day of school! Mr Foo made us write affirmations for each other &amp; put it in balloons with our own name on it. i went home to read them &amp;amp; was ALITTLE touched. hahah. &amp; i received a weird message. must be kenneth&amp;amp;co. (shakes head) hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;class outing at seoul garden after school was alright. saw AnnMarie&amp;friends there too. seeing AnnMarie makes me think about the beginning of the school year when everything was still so unsettled &amp;amp; hectic, and i was feeling so insecure &amp; worried unnecessarily. hahah. she's one of my first few close friends in CJ. im so thankful i've got her around. i remember spending the first few days of orientation with her, walking around &amp;amp; getting lost in school together with our IG, &amp; whining to each other. hahahah. months have passed &amp;amp; things have changed. i really hope she'll do well for her geog sup ppr! go AnnMarie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, Claire Corina &amp;amp; I went shopping after that. ZARA MANGO TOPSHOP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fitting room madness! hahahah fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we had PW today at Pok's house! the same thing tmrw i guess. his dogs are super cute! they bark at the sight of David. Pok said maybe his dogs are racists. WTH. David is an Eurasian anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116196106087355029?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116196106087355029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116196106087355029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-explain-what-you-cant-explain.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116176885918216431</id><published>2006-10-25T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:14.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much i need to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna work during the school hols.&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD I!?&lt;br /&gt;i mean considering the amt of J1 work i gotta catch up on + trainings&lt;br /&gt;+ tuition + some other things that im not sure of yet.&lt;br /&gt;damnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're moving too fast,&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, today was ohhkay. took a cab from tpy bus stop with tasha, kat &amp; im-not-sure-of-her-name cause we were gng to be late (again) hahahah. shito, i shld stop spending money on cab rides. little by little &amp; soon it will be goneee. got back our results slips! most of the people got A for current affairs but i got an E. why like this! volleyball with corina &amp; some other volleyballers after school &amp;amp; then home! tmrw is the end of year ceremony. time flies. TOO FAST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116176885918216431?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116176885918216431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116176885918216431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-much-i-need-to-say-i-wanna-work.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116160158717917771</id><published>2006-10-23T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:14.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all good things, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have endings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today morning was spent running/hiding from TJS &amp; BroP &amp;amp; maintenance duty &amp; detention for being late. psyched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so THE FIRST LIST IS OUT.&lt;br /&gt;the list of people who have to withdraw from school.&lt;br /&gt;5 people from our class is in it :(&lt;br /&gt;the other 5 will have to wait for wednesday, THE SECOND LIST.&lt;br /&gt;most of us believe that its the list of people who can take sup paper.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully they can make it. &amp; not break it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canoeing expedition talk at 2pm &amp;amp; then had a talk with AndrewClementShunren&amp;amp;Vinod while waiting for time to pass. we were like feeling damn emo. -insert emo song here- HA. anyway, went for the facil interview at 4pm. exciting pls! hahah. i think the things that i learnt in hpt kinda got into good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gng over to Uncle's place tmrw to celebrate Hari Raya. his malay wife's cooking is DA BOMB :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116160158717917771?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116160158717917771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116160158717917771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-good-things-have-endings.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116150112653995258</id><published>2006-10-22T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:13.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just dont know what it was.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO SUNSHINE (eh, plus abit of haze)&lt;br /&gt;today is sunday.&lt;br /&gt;friday &amp; saturday was good.&lt;br /&gt;monday is tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;which is the deadline for the first draft of our oral presentation &amp;amp; IRJ. (ohshit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY after school was reunion day with girlfrenxXz, BellaCindyCrystalSihong&amp;Terkey! hahahah! met up with Hongky first &amp;amp; we went shopping for awhile. she bought a pair of pointed pumps(?) &amp; then we had Subway! met Kow &amp;amp; then we accompanied her to SHAVE HER HAIR! was so exhilarating pls. &amp; the final outcome of her hair was omg COOL + AWESOME x WAAAHHHHHHH. hahahah. Marina Square's freezing cold new XinWangHongKongRestaurant for dinner with the rest. dinner there was okay. tried out clothes at Topshop Zara etc etc after that. slacked at Macs &amp;amp; took lots of unglam pictures. hitched a ride home from Cindy's dad. hella good day. we should do this more often! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY afternoon met up with Kow, Crystal &amp; Aunty Kimmy in town. clothings from Pull&amp;amp;Bear is pretty nice. Kow left around 5 for church. shopped around but i didnt manage to get anything. eatslackshopeatslackshop, yay i like! hahah. Crystal &amp; I bought 300g of Famous Amos cookies. finger lickin gooddd. shopped around for alil while more &amp;amp; to Bugis we went for dinner. the beef noodles &amp; red bean ice that Crystal &amp;amp; her Mum introduced me was SO DAMN GOOD. hahahah-ed on the mrt home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked ultra black in the class photo.&lt;br /&gt;the class will be so different next year :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116150112653995258?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116150112653995258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116150112653995258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-dont-know-what-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116118073165183026</id><published>2006-10-18T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:13.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plug in baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/missed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN MISSED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(you too Terkey Tan even though you're not in the pict.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let's meet up soon okayokay! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND SO, the promos trauma is over. glad to say im able to promote with a DES. really surprised with the results. much thanks to all those who encouraged &amp;amp; helped me along the way (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think im a motorola idiot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116118073165183026?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116118073165183026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116118073165183026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/plug-in-baby-you-guys-have-been-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116089078163273370</id><published>2006-10-15T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:13.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna break the spell that you created.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the death of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the death of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made me so upset. but im alright now!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Sihong, its not your fault. really. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116089078163273370?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116089078163273370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116089078163273370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wanna-break-spell-that-you-created.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116075626618587835</id><published>2006-10-14T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:12.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY MR ENGEESAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you still dont know me, do you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;CJC OPEN HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;14th October 2006, Saturday&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;1000h-1500h&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will either be at the canoeing booth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mass dancing unglamly, or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;running around checking the other booths out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116075626618587835?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116075626618587835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116075626618587835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-seventeenth-birthday-mr-engeesan.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116057446399993735</id><published>2006-10-11T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:12.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont lose hope just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116057446399993735?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116057446399993735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116057446399993735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-dont-lose-hope-just-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116047102195157036</id><published>2006-10-10T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:11.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go 'head be bold with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;chinese mock exam today. i think i'll be mocking at myself when i get back the paper for writing a super dumb essay. hahahah. but anyhow, im officially a PPG now! :D met up with Cindy Goh after school! :D she accompanied me to trim my hair! :D we caught up with each other! :D &amp; i like my hair better now! :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;ena&lt;strong&gt;BOX&lt;/strong&gt; after our H1 paper ystd with t26 mates - Claire, Clement, Denise, Randy, Shunny, Steff &amp;amp; YX! we got really HIGH&amp;madddd. it was hella fun though. a great way to relieve all the stress in us. check us out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/alltogethersmaller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;k(ena) boxers&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/aHLiAnXzsmaller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oNe tO sIx pOsEs. wE sHo cUtE hOrXz. kEkEx.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;-SHUDDERS.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/MADNESSPLEASEsmaller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME, "gosh, this is like so fun!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;YX fakes a smile &amp;amp; thinks, "errr. do i know her?"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/MADSHUNNYsmaller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shunny, "HEY c'mon everybody! let's put the jug in the air.."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/steffrandysmalelr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steff &amp;amp; Randy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sweet (: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, the part on Othello for ystd's H1 lit paper was alright, but the unseen was not very good. hopefully i can pass. oh well, we'll know when we get back our papers TOMORROW. i can feel the sombreness looming please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;-screams&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116047102195157036?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116047102195157036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116047102195157036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/go-head-be-bold-with-it.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-116013785033753511</id><published>2006-10-06T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:10.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apologies, are breakin me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the constants arent so constant anymore. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;circuits for ystd's morning run. duuuper long since we had morning runs/trainings due to promos. grand stand HORRORRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;psyched! i gotta write a letter to Mr K.B.W, the Minister Of Health, for our project work. or also known as my "BEST/BOY FRIEND" as what Steff &amp; Pok always say. hahah nonsense please. the other day David &amp;amp; Pok were saying since our written report requires 3000 words, we can just insert 3 pictures into our WR cause &lt;em&gt;'a picture speaks a thousand words'&lt;/em&gt;. i know, it's so -.- right. but its super funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;last day of intensive H1 lessons today, HOORAYYY. &lt;em&gt;Eat Fresh!&lt;/em&gt; with the PPGs (Post-Promos Girls, according to Terk) at SunTec after school. then to Little India we went as both Hongky &amp; Terkey wanted to thread their brows. i was squirming as i see their faces filled with agony. &amp;amp; Terkey's face were as red as a baboon's ass after that! hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alright, back to Othello. &amp;amp; there's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on Channel5 tmrw night. must watch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-116013785033753511?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116013785033753511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/116013785033753511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/apologies-are-breakin-me.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115995954527129417</id><published>2006-10-04T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:09.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 whole years. realised. &lt;strong&gt;you,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ever so sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115995954527129417?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115995954527129417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115995954527129417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/after-2-whole-years.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115970316479737025</id><published>2006-10-01T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:09.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why cant i speak whenever i talk about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'bluff!'. cutting of cake. indian poker. photo taking. awkward moments.&lt;br /&gt;i guess on the whole, the chalet was pretty alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;double eww triple yucks&lt;/strong&gt;, back to school tomorrow &amp; its going to be MrFoo (PW), LaoShi (Chinese), MsRajan (H1 Lit) &amp;amp; MrFoo, LaoShi, MsRajan &amp;amp; many many more of them for the whole of next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115970316479737025?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115970316479737025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115970316479737025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-cant-i-speak-whenever-i-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115944944192131641</id><published>2006-09-28T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:08.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i go around a time or two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just to waste my time with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new kit kat cookie dough is sosoSO nice! chocolate therapy like almost instantly. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like last night cause John Tucker Must Die was smackingly funny, &amp; had the company of Bella&amp;amp;Crystal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kachingkachings&lt;/em&gt; please! i wanna go SHOPPINGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH, WRITTEN REPORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, sentosa! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115944944192131641?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115944944192131641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115944944192131641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-go-around-time-or-twojust-to-waste.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115934311312761784</id><published>2006-09-27T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:08.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ho, &lt;strong&gt;PROMOS IS OVERRRR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still h1 on the 9thOct, but shall unwind abit first THEN fret over it later. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS, i actually pulled through &amp; is still alive! weeheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were quite HiGgGhHh after today's maths paper!&lt;br /&gt;discussing about going sentosa &amp;amp; buying new bikinis&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then realised that our boobies are actually not very big so no point getting an expensive one to flaunt,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp; steff suggested K(ena)BOX on the 10th oct,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; we were like raising our voices at unsexyFOO hahah esp YuXiu with her ultrasound voice,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; the stupid current affairs exam which i ended up discussing the answers with MinSer &amp;amp; Denise. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catching 'JOHN TUCKER &lt;i&gt;YAO SI&lt;/i&gt;!' later on ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115934311312761784?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115934311312761784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115934311312761784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-ho-promos-is-overrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115901924745605566</id><published>2006-09-23T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:07.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;relationships &amp; heartaches ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these two things are one &amp; the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Square again today with Hongky! to study of course. i cant seem to concentrate &amp;amp; i got no idea why. so i took a break &amp; went walking around United. it's really weird, but i actually walked into Toys'R'Us. there's this lost little boy who was crying &amp;amp; screaming for his mum. somehow, i felt just like the boy. but if only i can cry as loud as him, &amp; then wait for someone to come &amp;amp; tell me that everything is going to be alright. which is why i wish i was still seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my Daddy. i miss those times where i can just whine to him about everything. it just feels so different now when we talk :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randall &amp; i were talking online just now, &amp;amp; we both feel that we're so on the way out of CJ. hahahah. he said he kinda miss the good old MI days, &amp;amp; i couldnt agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i'll treasure every moment of this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115901924745605566?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115901924745605566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115901924745605566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/09/relationships-i-couldnt-agree-more.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115883814417531024</id><published>2006-09-21T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:07.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bad bad bad, i screwed up physics so bad ahhhhh fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115883814417531024?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115883814417531024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115883814417531024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/09/bad-bad-bad-i-screwed-up-physics-so.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115848921778781310</id><published>2006-09-17T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:06.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the perfect words they seem so wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP's tmrw, ECONS the very next day &amp;amp; PHYSICS following closely behind. im this close -&gt; . to pulling my hair out of my nothing-seems-to-be-going-in head. and it sucks even more when we've only got &lt;em&gt;1&lt;/em&gt; chance to make it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody please start screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115848921778781310?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115848921778781310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115848921778781310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-perfect-words-they-seem-so-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115787843290418897</id><published>2006-09-10T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:05.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick &amp; im tired of studying. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but looking at this picture kinda perks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/?action=view&amp;current=drunkass.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/drunkass.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH. YES SIHONG I AGREE ITS HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i look drunk! goshhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115787843290418897?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115787843290418897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115787843290418897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-sick-i-look-drunk-goshhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115755007547168900</id><published>2006-09-06T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:05.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;centre&gt;&lt;centre&gt;&amp; im left while the tears fall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered a dream that i had few nights back. i was crying in the dream, &amp;amp; when i woke up, my eyes &amp; face were wet. it's freaky. really. it's been a long time since i woke up in such a state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know which is scarier - crying in your dream &amp;amp; waking up realising that your pillow is actually soaking wet from the tears u didnt know you shed, or, crying when you're fully awake, feeling the pain that you just cant fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I BELIEVE I CAN DO IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115755007547168900?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115755007547168900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115755007547168900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/09/waking-up-realising-that-your-pillow.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115738228643688685</id><published>2006-09-04T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:04.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had much fun last night :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY, CINDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you had a great time from&lt;br /&gt;screaming &amp;amp; laughing &amp; eating &amp;amp; getting tipsyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115738228643688685?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115738228643688685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115738228643688685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/09/had-much-fun-last-night-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115711971813178819</id><published>2006-09-01T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:04.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people never get beyond their stupid pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS MARATHON today at Steff's place. her attic is coolio shito! it doesnt look like an attic at all, but more like a room to &lt;em&gt;chilll&lt;/em&gt;. hahah. ordered Macs &amp; KFC for lunch. spent a total of about 6hrs doing maths, maths, and MORE MATHS. i think we're really blessed to have a HT/maths teacher like Sexy Foo who is willing to sacrifice his Teachers' Day holiday to revise maths with us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped school ystd morning to visit our Alma Mater! caught up with manymany ex-presbeees. hahah. felt so nice to see the teachers. went to NYP for cheap Macs meal &amp;amp; then Cindy brought us around her school. sat down at a corner &amp; talkkkeddd. back to CJ after that for combined maths remedial with t32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, CHECK THIS OUT MANZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/solongloves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i know, its like so damn long ago. look at Bella! HAHAH x10000.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water training on Wednesday. both WanChing &amp;amp; I capsized countless of times. ohmyride, our k2 was damnit wobbly &amp; we just couldnt figure out what went wrong. i think it's me. sighhhh. anyway, thanks to all those we saved us - Clement, Desmond, and especially Yolanda &amp;amp; Suemaine! man, was so touched by the 2 of them cause they are new in k2 too but was not afraid of capsizing at all if they were to rescue us. it rained super heavily towards the end of training, &amp;amp; the feeling was kinda exhilarating. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;time to spend some time with my beloved physics notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/solongloves.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115711971813178819?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115711971813178819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115711971813178819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/09/some-people-never-get-beyond-their.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115659938070891970</id><published>2006-08-26T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:02.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wont forget the way you loved me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training today! AND MY RED ARMY DROWNED. hahahahah go figure. k2 again with WanQing. better stability now. YAY. &amp; i think i didnt get as much sunburn. must be the BanehnehBoat i bought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAYS, had lunch with Manda, WanQing, Nat, Tim, Erwin, Luthfi &amp;amp; Justin at some hawker. Nat, Erwin &amp; I went United Square thereafter. studied for awhile with them &amp;amp; then went Starbucks to study with Seeeehong. tried studying physics, but as usual, i didnt quite understand. hahah. &lt;em&gt;Eat Fresh!&lt;/em&gt; for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school ended early ystd. met Cindy Goh at town. i was kinda high cause i saw my EC at Taka! :D hohoho. we talked &amp; we walked, &amp;amp; that lucky airhead's school holidays started alrd. im so envious please. ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheares Bridge run tmrw! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115659938070891970?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115659938070891970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115659938070891970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wont-forget-way-you-loved-me.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115624981869635827</id><published>2006-08-22T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:02.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You make me so excited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't wanna fight it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I start to blush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my&lt;em&gt; Sugar Rush.&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/6418985-115624981869635827?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115624981869635827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115624981869635827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-make-me-so-excitedand-i-dont-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115607420338209067</id><published>2006-08-20T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:01.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the regrets, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its damn hard for me to offer some words of consolation when i myself is feeling horrid &amp; needs some too. it's seriously annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-SCREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but seeing &lt;em&gt;SUGAR RUSHHH &lt;/em&gt;around in school definitely makes things better, for a short moment only though. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, K-2 with Wan Qing for trng ystd was kinda fun! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(minus the cuts, abrasions &amp;amp; capsizes...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115607420338209067?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115607420338209067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115607420338209067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/08/regrets-are-useless.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115539494776613313</id><published>2006-08-12T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:00.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED LIGHT, CANT STOP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I spin the wheel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 4 tuition pals, to 2, and now, 1.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss lunch breaks, eraser throwing (across the room), random picture taking, "MAN, IT'S A HOT ONE" &amp; manymany more! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost 1/2 of my weekend is gone. which means back to school on monday soon. sucky shit. i know i shld try to be optimistic &amp;amp; be the stupid + noisy kid i used to be, but i always ALWAYS, wished that you guys are here with me. but still, im thankful that at least i've got the sbh girl with me in class. she understands the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115539494776613313?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115539494776613313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115539494776613313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/08/red-light-cant-stopso-i-spin-wheel.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115511667095082390</id><published>2006-08-09T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:10:00.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loosen up my buttons baby,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you keep fronting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/retarded-/perfectcompany.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourites (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sprintings for morning run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Double Whammy; 7km walk from school to Macritchie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;167 bus ride home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met Sihong &amp; Terkey at CityHall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Subway for Lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Revision at Starbucks with Sihong &amp;amp; Cindy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dinner at Marche with 4Faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lomo shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Glimpse of Fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Marina Square's Topshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115511667095082390?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115511667095082390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115511667095082390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/08/loosen-up-my-buttons-babybut-you-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115478365240426613</id><published>2006-08-05T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:59.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold me like you'll never let me go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Perfect Day.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to run away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I can't take it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115478365240426613?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115478365240426613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115478365240426613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/08/hold-me-like-youll-never-let-me-go.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115417802585127426</id><published>2006-07-29T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:59.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever So Sweet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;no more trips to town, coming online, &amp; watching of tv audrey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the next 6weeks, my life is going to revolve around :&lt;br /&gt;school lessons,&lt;br /&gt;canoeing trainings,&lt;br /&gt;maths tuition, &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;hell lot of STUDYINGGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on, when you feel like letting go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115417802585127426?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115417802585127426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115417802585127426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/07/ever-so-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115398352197436935</id><published>2006-07-27T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:59.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday was hell,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but today im fine without you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i missed school today. dont ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;i really dread promos, but i cant wait for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my itunes is back &amp; working! thanks to my bro! yay!&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;amp; he got himself the U2 ipod video. waaahhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115398352197436935?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115398352197436935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115398352197436935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-was-hellbut-today-im-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115354873610149087</id><published>2006-07-22T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where do you run to so far away?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;favourite days of this week, wed &amp; fri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2.4 timing during wed's land training &amp;amp; we all ran pretty well. dinner after that with 13 made me laugh. ystd's land training was alright too. did abit of running, circuits &amp; gym. met up with Cindy after training for dinner at Causeway point &amp;amp; caught up abit. i really love talking to close friends, cause its the only time where i'll pour out all my feelings to. we talked alot &amp; both of us almost cried just talking abt things that made us upset in our schools. unhappy things away, she brought me to play the new 'House of Dead 4' at Cwp's Timezone. im not really an arcade person, but 'House of Dead 4' was seriously fun &amp;amp; thrilling! hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've got scraped + bruised knees &amp; elbows. let me tell you why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on thursday morning, audrey was almost late for school so the almost late bunch of people took the shortcut &amp;amp; ran up the grand stand to the quadrangle for assembly. but, some seriously klutzy girl (aka audrey) fell while running up the grand stand &amp; thus dropped her water bottle. another girl who was running up the grand stand too asked if that stupid girl was okay, &amp;amp; helped to retrieve her red bottle &amp; the both of them ran up the grand stand together. UNFORTUNATELY, the nice girl who helped the stupid girl fell too. the both of them cant stop laughing &amp;amp; luckily they werent late for assembly. -the end-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i should just stop caring so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115354873610149087?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115354873610149087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115354873610149087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-do-you-run-to-so-far-away.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115322309559428678</id><published>2006-07-18T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:58.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;FUCK YOU IDIOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriouly, i just dont get it. how can some people be so fuckin insensitive, immature, egoistic &amp; even, &lt;em&gt;bitchy&lt;/em&gt;. HELLO, you belong to the male species for goodness sake. not female, &amp;amp; so definitely not a bitch. all your stupid comments &amp; WOW-im-such-a-genius! thinking are driving me nuts. come on lah, show some respect please. seventeen already! ugh. i have never, ever, known a guy whose attitude is like yours &amp;amp; is such a major turn off. sometimes, i just wish that i can box you all fucktards right in the face. sickening shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit. i cant stand them. really. total joy-killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;thankfully, i've still got some &lt;em&gt;sane&lt;/em&gt; people around me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115322309559428678?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115322309559428678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115322309559428678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck-you-idiots-seriouly-i-just-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115288811816639633</id><published>2006-07-14T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:58.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want you to know that,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;national canoeing finals today! missed school &amp; went down to Macritchie to support the J2s. was pouring like crazy &amp;amp; the races were delayed. anyway, i felt kinda sad as we did our &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; cheer tgt with the seniors. its sort of the ending for them in cj canoeing, but a beginning for us! ohmahgawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went j8 for lunch with Debbie, Manda, Nat &amp; Daniel at pastamania. &amp;amp; i saw ELIANE! :D (still everthing nice?), Phyllis &amp; Aaron. hahahah. swimming after that was hella fun playing stupid games like "wu ling gao shou - huaa!", &amp;amp; teasing manda, "Amanda jump over the wall?" hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, caught 'Pirates Of The Caribbean - Dead Man's Chest' ystd after sch with Cheryl, Denise &amp; Xiu! the show is quite funnaye, but it kinda makes me think twice abt eating seafood. hahah. &amp;amp; Johnny Depp is so freakin CUTE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midyears was a total disaster/disappointment. its time to be a mad mugger. i really hope our class will improve by leapys&amp;boundys for promos. COME ON t26!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss you so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115288811816639633?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115288811816639633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115288811816639633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-want-you-to-know-thati-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115261830052432459</id><published>2006-07-11T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:57.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong The Right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, i got 2 FANTASTIC (F)!&lt;br /&gt;i really hope i'll be able to get SUPERB (Sub-pass) for both lit &amp; econs. &amp;amp; maybe a BRILLIANT (B) for maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like just...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EoM stands for "Evaluation of Materials",&lt;br /&gt;but i think it stands more like "End of Me".&lt;br /&gt;i need help in EoM lahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;em&gt;MARTIN&lt;/em&gt; (-looks at Syl &amp; PJ) today at tpy mrt station!&lt;br /&gt;chatted for awhile. &amp;amp; he kinda makes my day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115261830052432459?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115261830052432459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115261830052432459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/07/wrong-right.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115253152939830095</id><published>2006-07-10T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:57.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;say something,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally we're alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i feel horrid today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Xiu (sitting part/vain pot!) &amp; i are both pretty upset abt &lt;em&gt;some stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haiii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; fuck man, i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt; my GP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;goodbye cj, hello poly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115253152939830095?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115253152939830095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115253152939830095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/07/say-somethingfinally-were-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115236777222332554</id><published>2006-07-08T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:56.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d-d-d-dont stop the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went swimming in the morning with the B-B-B-Bimbo at yishun swimming complex. she wanted to get tanner, but wasnt very successful though. HAHAH CINDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pw meeting at j8 coffeebean thereafter. our meeting was pretty productive i must say. well, at least we're heading somewhere. hahah. &amp; it was freakin cold that we felt like we were in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Antar-clatters teeth-tica. stole abit of David's mudpie &amp;amp; shared a warm &amp; chocolatey brownie with Cheryl, the girl who eats almost EVERYTHING. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;celebrated Aunty Kimmy's birthday ystd night with Bella Cindy &amp;amp; Crystal! school ended earlier than usual ystd so went to meet Bella K-K-K-Kow in town. got myself a red Mambo bag &amp; a new pair of slippers from hula&amp;amp;co! shopping ALWAYS makes me sooo happy :D Cindy met up with us &amp; we continued wandering around ohsobig Orchard. waited for Crystal &amp;amp; her mum and then we had dinner at a restaurant in Cine which we later found out that the service totally suck. sickening staff! but we had fun c-c-c-catching up though! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; Bro Paul declared during morning assembly ystd that we can report to school at 9am next Monday due to the World Cup Finals. YAYYYYY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;off to watch Deuce Bigalow on vcd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's start this over for real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115236777222332554?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115236777222332554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115236777222332554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/07/d-d-d-dont-stop-beat.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115219561313207638</id><published>2006-07-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:56.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're blocked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;school was like yawnsville.&lt;br /&gt;i was hella sleepy during physics pract. ( mr tay was ultra nice )&lt;br /&gt;dont know why, but i just like my pw group (:&lt;br /&gt;all i can think abt during lit was foodddddd.&lt;br /&gt;break was heavenly hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i finally understood alittle bit of mathematical induction. (its time to go back tuition!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've not laugh REALLY happily/heartily for a long time. the kind where i will laugh real louddd till people will turn &amp;amp; look at me. the kind where i clap my hands together. the kind where someone will start asking me to shut up. &amp;amp; the kind where my stomach will hurt very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting the rowdy females tmrw after school, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think im beginning to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;give me the truth even if it hurts me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115219561313207638?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115219561313207638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115219561313207638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-blocked.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115176422495115328</id><published>2006-07-01T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:55.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you tell it to my face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. england &amp; portugal match later.&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; guys to gawk at! (:&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115176422495115328?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115176422495115328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115176422495115328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/07/would-you-tell-it-to-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115166555746196840</id><published>2006-06-30T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:55.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss the digi cam :(&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my hair sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watch me bleed,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wont you listen please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115166555746196840?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115166555746196840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115166555746196840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss-digi-cam-my-hair-sucks-watch-me.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115157460079963984</id><published>2006-06-29T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MIDYEARS ARE OVER!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-cheers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp; i got a strong feeling im gng to fail most of my pprs :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-sighhhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;england got handsome &amp;amp; cute players! so does brazil. &amp;amp; portugal.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115157460079963984?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115157460079963984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115157460079963984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/06/midyears-are-over-d-cheers.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115088544234823726</id><published>2006-06-21T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:54.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your last regret.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HELL YEAH I LOVE PHYSICS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;righttt. i dont even know what formulas are there in kinematics or even how to draw the basic free-body diagram. damnit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss everything about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115088544234823726?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115088544234823726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115088544234823726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/06/your-last-regret.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115061293539736302</id><published>2006-06-18T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:53.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i was still seven,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy father's day, dad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115061293539736302?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115061293539736302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115061293539736302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wish-i-was-still-seven-happy-fathers.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115047067173873023</id><published>2006-06-16T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:53.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe im too scared to tell you what im really thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting kinda stressed + depressed. had literature make up lesson today &amp; i got back my compare&amp;amp;contrast essay. the cover page was enough to blind me with the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bright red ink&lt;/span&gt; that is like all over the paper just cause i didnt annonotate the 2 poems. &amp; i got &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;, a sub-pass. ONLY. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa with Corina ystd was fun. &amp;amp;&lt;em&gt; interesting&lt;/em&gt;. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I guess this is the ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or a beautiful mistake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if we both agree that we shouldn't be together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why does it hurt so much?&lt;/em&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/6418985-115047067173873023?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115047067173873023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115047067173873023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/06/maybe-im-too-scared-to-tell-you-what.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-115011460963991448</id><published>2006-06-12T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:52.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im far from lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; it's all that i've got.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we ran for 5point something km &amp;amp; i suck in running long distance! the stitch i had was killing me! ( cries )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Kow Girl ystd &amp; we went to Wheelock to get her Crumpler. read some stupid but funny books at Borders, shopped about at PP &amp;amp; Far East thereafter &amp; then headed to Cherlyn's house for a mini gathering. AMPANG YONG TAU HU, I LOVE! hahahah. but it was quite sad that Cindy Daphne &amp;amp; Sihong couldnt make it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my mum is getting noisy argh bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-115011460963991448?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115011460963991448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/115011460963991448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-far-from-lonely-sihong-couldnt-make.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-114985861009530075</id><published>2006-06-09T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:51.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cant stop this feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cannot run away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught "She's the man" on Wed &amp; it's sooooper NICE! ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Duke wants Olivia who likes Sebastian who is really Viola whose brother is dating Monique so she hates Olivia who's with Duke to make Sebastian jealous who is really Viola who's crushing on Duke who thinks she's a guy..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sounds familiar? it's based on our O'lvl literature textbk, Twelfth Night! the Duke Orsino (Channing Tatum) &amp;amp; Olivia (Laura Ramsey) are HOT, Sebastian (James Kirk) is really cute, &amp; Viola (Amanda Bynes) is damn hilarious. not forgetting the contemporary plot of the romantic comedy which is kinda interesting. &amp;amp; ALSO, the songs played in the movie are great too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch it again, &amp; again, &amp;amp; AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. trust me, you'd love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, training today was tiring. tgif, so i can rest for a few days before training again. went to study after trng at kallang macs with Amanda Soh 'the ASS'. hahah. she's a total sotong who thought that the protruding little hole on our hot drinks' cover is where we suck/sip our drink from. ohmygoodnessss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for Sunday! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-114985861009530075?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/114985861009530075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/114985861009530075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/06/cant-stop-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-114959527229322630</id><published>2006-06-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:51.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of these songs they remind me of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Bella Kow got me crazy laughing over "The Oblongs" again.&lt;br /&gt;watched a few episodes on youtube &amp;amp; it's so freakin funnaaye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Oblongs aren't so much dysfunctional as slightly non-functional. Living next to a polluted swamp has left them with the occassional missing limb or mysterious growth, but through it all, this close-knit family sticks together. Sometimes literally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training for 2 consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i can hire a masseur! :D&lt;br /&gt;rightttt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-114959527229322630?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/114959527229322630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/114959527229322630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-of-these-songs-they-remind-me-of.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-114942411475447820</id><published>2006-06-04T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:51.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;s&gt;surf&lt;/s&gt; canoe, sand, sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your brown skin shinin' in the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After the boys of summer have gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-114942411475447820?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/114942411475447820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/114942411475447820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/06/surf-canoe-sand-seai-can-see-youyour.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6418985.post-114899072429293121</id><published>2006-05-30T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:09:50.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll always do the best i can,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;did the best you could dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always understood dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taught me what was right dad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;opened up my eyes dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;proud to call u my dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for my life dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"&lt;/em&gt;life of a salesman" by yellowcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU DADDY!!&lt;br /&gt;ystd was my dad's 51st birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked him what he want for his birthday &amp; he replied saying all he want is my (fantastic) results. (!!!) oh man, stressin please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training today. ran from canoe shack to shears bridge &amp;amp; back. heard that it is abt 5km. both Manda &amp; i nearly died i tell you. canoeing after that was tiring as usual. but cher was being pretty lame today with his funny actions &amp;amp; jokes. hahah. lunched at kallang macs with some of the canoeists then went town to meet EMO HAIR. you know you love me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like getting a new pair of slippers. &amp;amp; the paul frank one i saw today is freakin cute! i wanna get the yellow adicolour belt too! goodness, so many things i wanna get. MONEY PLEASE MAMA? right i can hear her nagging already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where have my money from work gone to?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6418985-114899072429293121?l=bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/114899072429293121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6418985/posts/default/114899072429293121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bittersweet-heartache.blogspot.com/2006/05/ill-always-do-best-i-cani-can.html' title=''/><author><name>drreyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10708388841366276078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
