<?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-7711336</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:01:21.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DesTiny..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>288</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711336.post-5577211648482143682</id><published>2007-01-14T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:36:10.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>successful party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Yipee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's surprise party was extremely successful.!&lt;br /&gt;My dad got a big big shocking surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Dino was standing at the balcony as the spy.&lt;br /&gt;We were all so excited for his return that we stopped everything we were doing and waited outside the lift.&lt;br /&gt;When he saw Dad coming home,&lt;br /&gt;He quickly told all of us.&lt;br /&gt;All of us quickly got to our places.&lt;br /&gt;I stood right in front.&lt;br /&gt;When he came back, we pulled all the poppers and screamed HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;You guys should have seen his face.&lt;br /&gt;He was so stun that he didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;He had a super big shock that he took the lift to the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor before coming down to the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor again.&lt;br /&gt;We pulled a total of 72 poppers.&lt;br /&gt;I was partially deaf after all the poppers were pulled.&lt;br /&gt;We all queued up to wish him Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;He was so happy that he was smiling widely all the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the night.&lt;br /&gt;He kept saying that he never had such a big birthday celebration and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; 50-60 guests.&lt;br /&gt;We had 3 generations there.&lt;br /&gt;My parent's generation,&lt;br /&gt;My generation and My nephews and nieces.&lt;br /&gt;The food was more than enough even though we ordered for 40 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling quite bored cause I don't really mix around and most of them were playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;One of my nephew, Daniel,&lt;br /&gt;He was playing so violently with my cousin that his nose bled twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Even when his nose was bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;He still wanted to play.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was laughing at how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; he was.&lt;br /&gt;I was in my room quite often with my nephew and niece.&lt;br /&gt;We cut the cake but I didn't eat cause it's mango.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room again.&lt;br /&gt;Then later mum cleaned up my room while I went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;Mum didn't let me clean the room cause I was very tired already.&lt;br /&gt;I was falling asleep while waiting for all the guest to leave.&lt;br /&gt;All the guest left at about 12plus.&lt;br /&gt;I still enjoyed the party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-5577211648482143682?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/5577211648482143682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/5577211648482143682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5577211648482143682' title='successful party'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-7211540450864425743</id><published>2007-01-13T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:48:35.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 50th Bday DAD</title><content type='html'>I know my dad won't be seeing this but..&lt;br /&gt;Happy 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago,&lt;br /&gt;I finished work late and Dad also work OT,&lt;br /&gt;He came to fetch me from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; station.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home,&lt;br /&gt;we bathe then ate dinner and watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; together.&lt;br /&gt;Younger sis, Alina, was lying on the sofa watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; with us.&lt;br /&gt;We were eating bee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoon&lt;/span&gt; and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly asked me what time I working on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Then I forgot that Sunday was supposed to be his Birthday lunch cause we didn't book the tables at Pan Pacific as we had prepared a surprise Birthday Dinner for him tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Alina was giving me that look then I quickly say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Orh&lt;/span&gt;, I can take off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Alina was staring at me with the "what u trying to do?!"&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked dad,&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;He said "48"&lt;br /&gt;Alina and me "HUH?!" very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Then he added "but once I eat these 2 eggs then will be 50."&lt;br /&gt;Then i said "Excuse me, u are turning 50 this week!"&lt;br /&gt;"Mum's 48 and you are 50!"&lt;br /&gt;Then dad just give the silly laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are getting ready for the surprise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;B'day&lt;/span&gt; party later.&lt;br /&gt;My dad's family will be over by 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum's side cousin will be 5plus-6.&lt;br /&gt;The buffet coming in at 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Aus&lt;/span&gt; cousin whose back in Singapore will be coming by as well.&lt;br /&gt;We are just hoping that dad won't come back before 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;If not we cant give him a big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;We are intending to sit outside then when he comes home everyone will shout then he will be shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;He'll be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;He hadn't had his own family members celebrating his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;B'day&lt;/span&gt; with him for a long time already.&lt;br /&gt;What's more it's his 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But if he comes home early then he'll know the whole plan.&lt;br /&gt;Decorations will be up later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in charge of the heavy stuff that we gotta buy later.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it doesn't rain if not can't carry that many items.&lt;br /&gt;My Mum, in charge of the arrangement of items and taking out all the chairs and paper plates.&lt;br /&gt;My elder sis, Amanda, in charge of inviting people and buying of decorations.&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt, Angie, whose staying with us is in charge of arranging the buffet.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle, Dino, also staying with us, in charge of fetching my 1st Aunt and family up.&lt;br /&gt;Alina is the lazy one.&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't be doing anything cause she's just too skinny and lazy to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go and help put up the decorations already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Byebye&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;I will be back to blog after the whole party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-7211540450864425743?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/7211540450864425743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/7211540450864425743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#7211540450864425743' title='Happy 50th Bday DAD'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-8781609369096752646</id><published>2007-01-10T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:28:55.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work work work</title><content type='html'>Work during weekdays is kind of boring.&lt;br /&gt;Very little ppl so time passes very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I got to go and find things to do if not I will stand there like a blockhead.&lt;br /&gt;Today I reached there super early.&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to go and count the pants and do stock taking.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to dig out all the sizes that were gone.&lt;br /&gt;I realised Singaporeans are quite fat.&lt;br /&gt;The 34 onwards alot missing.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;After that we just stand around.&lt;br /&gt;We've learnt to talk smart.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;We stand at our own bin and talk loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;She can't scold us this way cause we ain't grouping and she doesn't have any prove that we are talking to each other.&lt;br /&gt;I went for late lunch at 4.30 with Cody and Khairunisa.&lt;br /&gt;They brought me to a place further from R.C but the food there nicer and very much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;The portion also bigger.&lt;br /&gt;After returning from lunch,&lt;br /&gt;Time passed extremely fast and I left at 6.50pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-8781609369096752646?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/8781609369096752646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/8781609369096752646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#8781609369096752646' title='work work work'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-8420472017248233583</id><published>2007-01-02T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:36:10.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a new year!</title><content type='html'>It's a new year!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to 2007 everyone!&lt;br /&gt;May 2007 be a blessing and be smooth for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;During work,&lt;br /&gt;We get to meet very weird people.&lt;br /&gt;That's when you will realise that there are many different types of people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go countdown this year cause I was working and abit no company.&lt;br /&gt;So I called Yvonne, Koh Sing, Meli and Joanne over to my house for "countdown".&lt;br /&gt;They were really great company to me.&lt;br /&gt;We countdown by eating chocolate fondue.&lt;br /&gt;Meli and Joanne were the ones who prepared it.&lt;br /&gt;I supplied the location.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne and KS supplied Soya Bean.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah!!&lt;br /&gt;I just love Soya Bean.&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I drank it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I kinda sent Yvonne and Koh Sing home.&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of late so not very safe.&lt;br /&gt;The fondue was nice but the fruits I think were the wrong type except for the strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;But I still ate quite alot for I was hungry!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the start of the year on 1st Jan 2007,&lt;br /&gt;I realised that my job will have to contribute to CPF.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda off by that.&lt;br /&gt;My pay is already low,&lt;br /&gt;If minus for CPF I will only take home 600+??&lt;br /&gt;So I went to ask all the promoters around me.&lt;br /&gt;Got 1 company they offering $5 per hour on weekdays and $6 per hour on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;They don't have to minus for CPF and I heard that they are also paid during their 1 hour break.&lt;br /&gt;That's like alot better than mine now.&lt;br /&gt;So I got the number and I have called up.&lt;br /&gt;I got an interview this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna ask my boss if really need to contribute to CPF and if I wanna quit how long's the notice and of course if they are gonna pay me for the past few days work.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;I will hop over if they want and can wait for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-8420472017248233583?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/8420472017248233583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/8420472017248233583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#8420472017248233583' title='it&apos;s a new year!'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-4759232512729668370</id><published>2006-12-27T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:21:10.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of work tml</title><content type='html'>Tml will be the first day of work at Robinsons.&lt;br /&gt;I will be working in the same company as Joanne but different place.&lt;br /&gt;She's at Centrepoint while I'm at Raffles City.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;But I think we can still go to work together if the timing fits?&lt;br /&gt;So today I went to terminate my job at that restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;They want me to give 2 weeks notice and according to the law, as a temp, I only need to give less than 24 hours of notice.&lt;br /&gt;What's more is they don't wanna pay me my pay.&lt;br /&gt;It's like wth, a big company don't wanna pay me?!&lt;br /&gt;Less than 80 bucks is peanuts to them,&lt;br /&gt;Y can't they just pay me?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;It's over and I'm going to work somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully first day of work tml will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-4759232512729668370?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/4759232512729668370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/4759232512729668370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4759232512729668370' title='first day of work tml'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-6513160184583741893</id><published>2006-12-22T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:05:25.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 1st month anniversary!</title><content type='html'>Today I was supposed to go out in the afternoon but it got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the whole afternoon at home watching VCDs.&lt;br /&gt;The show's quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;But still short of a person.&lt;br /&gt;If only every VCD that I watch,&lt;br /&gt;You are by my side,&lt;br /&gt;It would be just so amazing and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml I will be working from 11am-6pm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go for another job training then I'll hop over once they confirm hire me.&lt;br /&gt;Now the pay I'm getting is really little and the working hours so unstable.&lt;br /&gt;I got so much free time and it ain't good.&lt;br /&gt;The new job is offering $5.20 and I can choose when I want to work and for how long.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work from Mondays to Friday for 8 hours minimum each day.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sat I will work from 11am-2pm.&lt;br /&gt;Sun I don't think I will work cause I need to rest.&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully I get through the training and get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month has passed and many things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;Many went their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of a phrase of our education but a new beginning for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-6513160184583741893?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/6513160184583741893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/6513160184583741893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6513160184583741893' title='happy 1st month anniversary!'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-4965802020937706375</id><published>2006-12-20T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:25:50.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working tml</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's work was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;I started off cutting beef and packing them.&lt;br /&gt;After 30mins break,&lt;br /&gt;I cut salmon.&lt;br /&gt;After that,&lt;br /&gt;I learned cooking skills,tempura.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I did it for like 1 hour and my chef in charge for the day,Kenny, wanted me to experiment it myself.&lt;br /&gt;After doing it once or twice,&lt;br /&gt;I got the skills.&lt;br /&gt;He said it looks nice and I did it well.&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to be praised.&lt;br /&gt;I had to put my finger into a pot of hot oil to separate the sauce and I got my finger burnt.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't serious just that I could feel the heat and pain going through.&lt;br /&gt;After that I learnt how to cook Unagi and Soba.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt how to decorate the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Kenny asked me why I want to work in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I don't know how to cook so I want to learn.&lt;br /&gt;At 7 plus,&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much orders and we thought that we could clear up early.&lt;br /&gt;At 8 plus,&lt;br /&gt;The orders came in faster than the water flowed from the tap.&lt;br /&gt;We were in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;The floor became so oily that I almost fell.&lt;br /&gt;If I fell,&lt;br /&gt;I would have been in a pot of oil.&lt;br /&gt;Kenny got a shocked.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;But it was good experience as I learnt to be fast and careful at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;After that at 9pm we started to clear up.&lt;br /&gt;I washed the dishes while Kenny cleaned the equipment.&lt;br /&gt;At 10pm,&lt;br /&gt;Kenny and the head chef, Kelvin, started washing the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to help but they told me to go home.&lt;br /&gt;They treat me really good.&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin was afraid that I fell cause my shoes can make me fall and that I would get burnt by oil.&lt;br /&gt;Kenny on the other hand was afraid that the hot food would be too hot for me to hold so he didn't want me to decorate those food that just came out from the oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml I will be working again.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn something new.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cooking U-don?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Missing you so much that I dream of you every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can hear you talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can see you and me living together forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-4965802020937706375?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/4965802020937706375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/4965802020937706375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4965802020937706375' title='working tml'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-5424902758892836206</id><published>2006-12-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:33:40.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new job!</title><content type='html'>I found a new job!&lt;br /&gt;I was interviewing at Cafe Cartel that day.&lt;br /&gt;Then halfway my phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;It was a job offer from one of the restaurants in Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;They wanna pay me $4.50 per hour and allowance will be given.&lt;br /&gt;A possibility of a pay rise exist.&lt;br /&gt;All I had to do is to be a kitchen staff.&lt;br /&gt;It was easy job and easy money.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I arranged for training yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was real easy.&lt;br /&gt;Just cut chicken and peel the carrots.&lt;br /&gt;4 hours passed real quickly.&lt;br /&gt;My speed was slow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna train on my speed.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that they said I was fine.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already confirmed hired.&lt;br /&gt;They will be calling me tml to tell me my schedule for the week.&lt;br /&gt;In Feb or March,&lt;br /&gt;I will be posted to Ang Mo Kio.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working to pass time and to earn some pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been taking pocket money like for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home from training,&lt;br /&gt;Popular sms me to say that they wanna hire me.&lt;br /&gt;It's like all the jobs suddenly start coming in.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm not going for it cause the hours very long and inflexible.&lt;br /&gt;And changing of working days with others would be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to get my pay from my old office.&lt;br /&gt;I think they cheated me.&lt;br /&gt;They actually gave me only a day's pay when I worked for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care cause to me,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really honest living.&lt;br /&gt;After collecting,&lt;br /&gt;Reb Jac Joanne and me went to have breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne and me then towned then suntec then town again.&lt;br /&gt;We met up with her friend, our friend and Meli at the end.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a great day.&lt;br /&gt;We ate non stop for a few hours at 2 diff locations.&lt;br /&gt;We ate too much that dinner wasn't really needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would do anything stupid just to make you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you do not smile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My world becomes a dark and gloomy place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-5424902758892836206?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/5424902758892836206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/5424902758892836206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#5424902758892836206' title='new job!'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-4470228964881777833</id><published>2006-12-13T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:30:34.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quitted my job looking for a new one</title><content type='html'>I quitted my job yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so much freedom the moment I stepped out of that office.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever wanna do something similar to that ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm looking for retail or restaurant jobs.&lt;br /&gt;It has to be a stable job.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was out to look for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be out in the afternoon to look for jobs as well.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't asked around to see if anyone wants to come along.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;I get a job soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't start working this week cause I don't have much voice.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will get back my voice next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's get on the dance floor and dance till the morning comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-4470228964881777833?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/4470228964881777833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/4470228964881777833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4470228964881777833' title='quitted my job looking for a new one'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-8012777063613842348</id><published>2006-12-11T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:16:57.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick again</title><content type='html'>So far I've been working for a week plus.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite used to the tiredness but,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so life-less.&lt;br /&gt;I have to work from Monday to Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I only have off on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm like already dead tired by Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I've no time for the ppl ard me and myself.&lt;br /&gt;Yup today is Sunday and I'm sick!&lt;br /&gt;It's such a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with fever, sore throat and headache.&lt;br /&gt;Tml I most probably not be working.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stay home to take a good rest and recharge before returning to work on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You were there each time I needed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You are all that I would ever ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-8012777063613842348?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/8012777063613842348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/8012777063613842348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#8012777063613842348' title='sick again'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-4026562812545510339</id><published>2006-12-03T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:42:33.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work tml</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is back to work again!&lt;br /&gt;Kinda of dread it!&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to focus on the resutls at the end of the month.!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna let my bosses down especially when they treat us so well!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try to last the month and continue working!&lt;br /&gt;Must CHIONG!&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE!!!&lt;br /&gt;WE MUST CHIONG TOGETHER!!!&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT SLACK OKIE!!&lt;br /&gt;MUST DO OUR WORK TO OUR BEST!!&lt;br /&gt;got to go already!&lt;br /&gt;Need to go and write down my goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These few days I've been missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Every minute and second &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-4026562812545510339?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/4026562812545510339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/4026562812545510339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4026562812545510339' title='work tml'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-1412445872213375365</id><published>2006-11-30T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:19:44.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed out.</title><content type='html'>Today's the first day of "work".&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very stress and uneasy abt it.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel comfortable abt it.&lt;br /&gt;Seem to be out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really need you by my side now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I very very stressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Give me the strength to continue on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-1412445872213375365?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Let the love die.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna look for a new love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-5436804774631578408?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/5436804774631578408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/5436804774631578408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#5436804774631578408' title='...'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-3408226630679304706</id><published>2006-11-24T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:10:19.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First to make me worry and cry</title><content type='html'>Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sleeping at home or are you still out?&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 16 years I cried because I was worried for someone.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were supposed to call me when you reach home.&lt;br /&gt;I told you I wouldn't sleep unless you call to say you're home.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there through the rain and without sitting.&lt;br /&gt;Finally my ankle's pain is back.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the bone poking the nerves again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what time you are gonna be home.&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna know that you're safe and at home.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how long I have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that my phone would ring now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-3408226630679304706?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/3408226630679304706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/3408226630679304706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#3408226630679304706' title='First to make me worry and cry'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-260659751863501080</id><published>2006-11-23T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:29:05.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with Baby!</title><content type='html'>B called me up at 10.17am.&lt;br /&gt;We arranged a time to meet.&lt;br /&gt;At first,&lt;br /&gt;You were supposed to come over to my house first cause I still wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Prom made me real tired.&lt;br /&gt;But you called me at 10.32am and told me to get up.&lt;br /&gt;You weren't gonna come over.&lt;br /&gt;We had to meet up at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; station at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;Went out at 11.30am and I was late.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was going to be late cause I needed at least 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you had to wait for me! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed down to Cine.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Val and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; at Cine.&lt;br /&gt;They were at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pastamania&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We are gonna meet up again this Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday will be the reunion of the 31st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;NCOs&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it and see how is everyone doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to get tickets for step up after that.&lt;br /&gt;I asked for couple seats and chose the row with only two seats.&lt;br /&gt;I just like these type of seats more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Bigger space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LJS&lt;/span&gt; for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;We were both hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Two hungry "ghost" making our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LJS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We became very very full after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;We were slightly late for the show but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The show was nice.&lt;br /&gt;The dance moves was cool.&lt;br /&gt;If only I could dance like that.&lt;br /&gt;But I will never be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;But you might be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Heeren&lt;/span&gt; for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;We only went to Levi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Taka&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Went to hunt for food at the supermarket and the basement.&lt;br /&gt;We actually wanted to get the rented disc from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Meli&lt;/span&gt; and then get raw food home.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will cook dinner for you.&lt;br /&gt;Then I called home and mum said she was cooking.&lt;br /&gt;So we didn't want to go to my house cause everyone was home.&lt;br /&gt;You got biscuits, gummy and eclair.&lt;br /&gt;I got ice cream and shared a mouth or two with you.&lt;br /&gt;I ate one of your gummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked over to Pacific Plaza after that.&lt;br /&gt;Then to Far East.&lt;br /&gt;It started raining so heavily.&lt;br /&gt;We were slightly wet.&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk sometimes in the rain to get back to the station.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that you would fall or catch a cold.&lt;br /&gt;My hand was ready to catch you if you unfortunately fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;But we made it safely to the station.&lt;br /&gt;We got on a train to City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner at New York New York.&lt;br /&gt;I think we never wanna go there again.&lt;br /&gt;Everything tasted weird and sour.&lt;br /&gt;Only the chicken nuggets was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to wait for 518.&lt;br /&gt;It took quite long before it came.&lt;br /&gt;We got on it and the bus driver was kind of reckless.&lt;br /&gt;We were almost involved in accidents twice.&lt;br /&gt;He also braked so hard that you almost lost your balance.&lt;br /&gt;Or did you lose your balance&lt;br /&gt;We reached Tamp and had to change bus cause that 518 doesn't get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We got on 21.&lt;br /&gt;You alighted first while I alighted opp. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Mong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Tieng's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;Went to pass her her gifts and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like your gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself today.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you enjoyed too.&lt;br /&gt;I want to share every moment of my life with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;May this start never have an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-260659751863501080?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/260659751863501080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/260659751863501080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#260659751863501080' title='Outing with Baby!'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-965673303123708241</id><published>2006-11-22T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T03:29:44.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B, tonight's the night.</title><content type='html'>I just returned home from prom night.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;But the chairs and tables were horrible.&lt;br /&gt;We were using those funeral tables and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of no standard?&lt;br /&gt;After all it's prom and everyone spent so much on the dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I think the enjoyable part of prom is eating and the dance.&lt;br /&gt;The rest was kind of lame i should say.&lt;br /&gt;The fashion show was also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dots.&lt;br /&gt;But had to be a sport.&lt;br /&gt;So just play along.&lt;br /&gt;The guessing was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lame also.&lt;br /&gt;The places were mostly easy to recognise.&lt;br /&gt;It's like we see the place almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Had presentation and speech.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't very boring I should say but there was no life in it.&lt;br /&gt;Overall,&lt;br /&gt;I would say that prom wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;But my shoes were a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Now I got a skin sticking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-965673303123708241?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/965673303123708241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/965673303123708241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#965673303123708241' title='B, tonight&apos;s the night.'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-9193199665784112684</id><published>2006-11-17T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:55:55.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kinda tired.</title><content type='html'>Today wanlin and I went for another job interview at a recruitment agency.&lt;br /&gt;It is quite a nice job I should say.&lt;br /&gt;Got many chances of trying out new things.&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow we are still gonna look for more.&lt;br /&gt;Best to get a permanent job.&lt;br /&gt;More stable and the income is definite.&lt;br /&gt;Want to start work early so that I wouldn't think so much.&lt;br /&gt;And I can just concentrate fully on doing my work well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;I need a pillar of strength.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kind of tired now,&lt;br /&gt;Physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel what I'm feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;I look so fine on the outside but inside I'm feeling like a rotten apple.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the hot and cold feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be kept in the box too.&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems to be going right,&lt;br /&gt;Something will always have to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm living a meaningless life.&lt;br /&gt;It's making me feel so lost,&lt;br /&gt;Making me want to forgo everything,&lt;br /&gt;Pack my stuff and leave.&lt;br /&gt;Is it you who is sending the wrong signal or am I the one who's interpreting it wrongly?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me that you will be my pillar of strength and the reason for living?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how important I'm to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-9193199665784112684?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/9193199665784112684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/9193199665784112684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#9193199665784112684' title='kinda tired.'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-8460809117308602980</id><published>2006-11-16T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:03:26.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time since i blogged</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Been busy studying for O's.&lt;br /&gt;Today is sort of the last paper.&lt;br /&gt;Monday's last paper is easier.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm more relaxed now.&lt;br /&gt;Been going for job interviews.&lt;br /&gt;Want to start working real soon.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start working to keep my own pay.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be reliant on my parents since I can start working already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;I should say that I love the working environment.&lt;br /&gt;And it's easily accessible.&lt;br /&gt;Not much a trouble to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;Hope Wanlin and I get the jobs we like.&lt;br /&gt;Working together will lessen our boredom on the way to work.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going for more interviews.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired already.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow still gotta get up early.&lt;br /&gt;Will sleep slightly after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby, I want to be next to you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel that I'm short of something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that something is actually a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the person is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe we'll be happier this time then the previous time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will give you my everything&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be as romantic as possible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will try to spend as much time as I can with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm very certain that you are the one I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you are the only one I can give my heart to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-8460809117308602980?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/8460809117308602980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/8460809117308602980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#8460809117308602980' title='long time since i blogged'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-116170246630009189</id><published>2006-10-24T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:48.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness last night</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night was party at my house.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne, Wanlin, Meli and Jing Xin came over&lt;br /&gt;My family was away.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed ourselves thoroughly I believe.&lt;br /&gt;Meli, JX and me went to NTUC at WS to get the ingredients for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home,&lt;br /&gt;3 of us started preparing dinner only at 10 plus at night.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne and Wanlin was in the room slacking.&lt;br /&gt;By the time all the food was ready,&lt;br /&gt;It was already 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;I was too hungry until I became full.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat but I ate the fruits.&lt;br /&gt;While they were eating,&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned up the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I last cleaned the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;My mum has always been the one to clean the house.&lt;br /&gt;During dinner,&lt;br /&gt;They were watching ghost show.&lt;br /&gt;I personally don't really like ghost shows as I don't find them frightening at all.&lt;br /&gt;You can say that I got a bigger guts but if you ask me,&lt;br /&gt;I will say that it's because I don't believe that ghost exists so I'm not afraid! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared up the table at about midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was full I guess.&lt;br /&gt;JX went to bathe first,&lt;br /&gt;Then Meli,&lt;br /&gt;Then me.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne and Wanlin didn't bathe!&lt;br /&gt;Smelly them!&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;No la!&lt;br /&gt;They didn't step into the kitchen so they are not smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my bath,&lt;br /&gt;I took the fruits out.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to drink cause it was warm.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to get a beer.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to share with Meli but I think I drank 90% of it?&lt;br /&gt;Got JX a beer as well.&lt;br /&gt;After the first show,&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the room to watch the other discs.&lt;br /&gt;The TV was small that the pic looked small and the subtitles were gone.&lt;br /&gt;Meli, JX and me ended up playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne and Wanlin watched the disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching for sometime,&lt;br /&gt;Joanne and Wanlin then realised that the show is not a ghost story but an action movie.&lt;br /&gt;So funny!&lt;br /&gt;Their reaction was funny!&lt;br /&gt;After playing cards for sometime,&lt;br /&gt;3 of us were tired.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Meli went to sleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;JX and me took up less than half the bed.&lt;br /&gt;I had my face on the metal frame.&lt;br /&gt;The space I took up is less than the length of my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping on one side of my body.&lt;br /&gt;I went into deep sleep soon after that&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know what happened in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly at 4 plus am,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Those people were talking so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;I think Meli and JX didn't sleep?&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't stay awake for long.&lt;br /&gt;Soon after,&lt;br /&gt;everyone went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning,&lt;br /&gt;JX, Meli and me woke up with backaches.&lt;br /&gt;Must be because of the sleeping position la.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I went to get all the massage machines in my house for JX.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't seem to have an effect on JX?&lt;br /&gt;Joanne ended up massaging for JX and everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;She can be the "an mo nu lang" already.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;After that,&lt;br /&gt;we ordered Mac breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;we went back to the room.&lt;br /&gt;We played cards and Wl ended up sleeping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About noon,&lt;br /&gt;Joanne's eyecandy came over.&lt;br /&gt;(Joanne, are u happy now?)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;She was supposed to come over to study but she ended up sitting at the com and watching us play.&lt;br /&gt;I caught her falling asleep sitting up!&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;She must be a pro at sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like she has mastered my skills as well.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 plus 3,&lt;br /&gt;my elder sis sms me to say that my parents are coming back already.&lt;br /&gt;So we had to faster go and bathe then disappear from the house.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to DTE to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne and Wl went home to bathe first.&lt;br /&gt;Joanne went home and never came out again.&lt;br /&gt;Her mum was home and we didn't know!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Joanne's eyecandy went home first.&lt;br /&gt;Meli, JX, Wl and me went to DTE.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there until about 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;Meli's dad came to fetch Meli and JX home.&lt;br /&gt;Wl and me walked to Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home,&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;There was no one at home!&lt;br /&gt;My family hasn't come back la!&lt;br /&gt;So lame!&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have gone out if I know earlier.!&lt;br /&gt;Then we would have had more fun.&lt;br /&gt;But we'll have more fun after O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now,&lt;br /&gt;we'll be concentrating fully on our O's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-116170246630009189?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/116170246630009189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/116170246630009189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116170246630009189' title='madness last night'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-116090945352729671</id><published>2006-10-15T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:48.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practical this week</title><content type='html'>Just finished my homework abt an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;O level Practical Exam is this week&lt;br /&gt;Got Biology on Tuesday and Combine Science on Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go off to study for Practical soon&lt;br /&gt;After that I will have to tidy my table&lt;br /&gt;It's abit messy&lt;br /&gt;I can't study well with a messy table&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a lazy person&lt;br /&gt;So I don't really like the process of tidying my table&lt;br /&gt;Ironic person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-116090945352729671?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/116090945352729671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/116090945352729671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116090945352729671' title='Practical this week'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-116078955325348040</id><published>2006-10-14T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you left me wondering again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to kbox then pool&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't sing or pool&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in any mood&lt;br /&gt;But the company was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's like a pattern&lt;br /&gt;When you realise that you are out of love&lt;br /&gt;The friends around you will also be out of love soon&lt;br /&gt;One group of people all troubled going out together&lt;br /&gt;We laugh together but we know inside we are all very down and hurt&lt;br /&gt;Some have their ways of taking out all their troubles&lt;br /&gt;But I have none&lt;br /&gt;I think I should just go back to my old way of taking out my troubles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are disappointed and so am I&lt;br /&gt;After all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;And all the time spent together&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I had put in&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't realise until now that you didn't trust me enough&lt;br /&gt;After so much but you still don't believe what I say&lt;br /&gt;You rather believe what you see&lt;br /&gt;But things are not what you see&lt;br /&gt;I didn't lie but you insist that I did&lt;br /&gt;It's not true at all&lt;br /&gt;But I can't change your mindset&lt;br /&gt;You left me here wondering if you ever trusted me fully before&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me what can I do to make you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm too hurt and disappointed&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a break until I recover&lt;br /&gt;The pain is eating me up&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the mental, physical and emotional hurt&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all of a sudden I realise that I can't really breathe well&lt;br /&gt;A sudden pain to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Something pressing against it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-116078955325348040?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/116078955325348040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/116078955325348040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116078955325348040' title='you left me wondering again'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-116038825994603121</id><published>2006-10-09T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:48.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thinking back</title><content type='html'>To someone who took my heart away and left me with many memories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back on all the memories we have&lt;br /&gt;We spent very happy and memorable moments together&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the streets,&lt;br /&gt;Talking on the phone for hours,&lt;br /&gt;How you cheered me up each time,&lt;br /&gt;Going to the supermarket,&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies,&lt;br /&gt;Having meals,&lt;br /&gt;Tasting your cooking,&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming difficulties together,&lt;br /&gt;And many more.&lt;br /&gt;These memories are the only reason why I'm able to carry on with life now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights I have started to grown used to&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do enough for you&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm regretting&lt;br /&gt;So many things I could have done&lt;br /&gt;But I never did&lt;br /&gt;Many wishes and promises I want to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;But I will never get a chance to now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that we are still talking and are still friends.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes what you say really hurt me&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind all the hurt,&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that there's a need for it&lt;br /&gt;Even though to you I'm just a friend now&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't mind&lt;br /&gt;You were not at fault&lt;br /&gt;And I have to respect your decision&lt;br /&gt;But I will still be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I will be near you&lt;br /&gt;And I will stay close to you&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you need someone&lt;br /&gt;I will always be there&lt;br /&gt;I will not leave you&lt;br /&gt;I will take this chance&lt;br /&gt;And let you understand me more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day we'll have a chance to start anew&lt;br /&gt;But I will not force you to be with me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be with me only if true love exists&lt;br /&gt;If not,&lt;br /&gt;I rather remain single and just be your friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-116038825994603121?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/116038825994603121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/116038825994603121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116038825994603121' title='Just thinking back'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-116014476007810209</id><published>2006-10-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:48.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about you</title><content type='html'>You were made to melt this block of ice&lt;br /&gt;The ice became water&lt;br /&gt;And due to the water cycle&lt;br /&gt;It soon became Rayne (Rain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You filled Rayne's life with colours&lt;br /&gt;Your killer smile takes Rayne's heart away&lt;br /&gt;You look elegant and gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty no one can match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every raindrop that falls from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Rayne misses you more&lt;br /&gt;With every star that shine&lt;br /&gt;Rayne wants to be your guardian angel even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayne wants to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Can't bear to lose you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you mean the world to Rayne&lt;br /&gt;Only you have the missing piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayne tried hard to win your heart&lt;br /&gt;And Rayne is still trying&lt;br /&gt;The question is:&lt;br /&gt;Will you accept Rayne one day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-116014476007810209?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/116014476007810209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/116014476007810209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116014476007810209' title='all about you'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115996982616127279</id><published>2006-10-04T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:48.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims over!</title><content type='html'>Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are over!&lt;br /&gt;Next up are O's.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I do well for my prelims.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I got a feeling that certain subjects are gonna be bad.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to be put down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm aiming for bigger things.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 days break.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the weekends,&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;Time to really have a nice sleep and learn how to relax abit.&lt;br /&gt;Not going out these 4 days I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I got no dates so I'm gonna date my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking abt it,&lt;br /&gt;O's are in another 1 month or less.&lt;br /&gt;Time to really buck up and stop slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every second I see you in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115996982616127279?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115996982616127279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115996982616127279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115996982616127279' title='prelims over!'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115954628329974016</id><published>2006-09-30T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:47.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day Yvonne</title><content type='html'>Finished a week of exams.!&lt;br /&gt;Still got another 3 more days.&lt;br /&gt;4 more papers.&lt;br /&gt;Much more relaxed already.&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe abit better now.&lt;br /&gt;So far exams have been a breeze except today's a maths p2.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because I didn't pray for wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Other papers, I prayed for wisdom and the papers felt easy to me.&lt;br /&gt;This proves that God's ways are higher than man.&lt;br /&gt;Finished 2004 physics prelims paper already.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lim says that it's about that standard.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm prepared for Monday's paper.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;But I will definitely study for it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday I got no school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take the chance and sleep.!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Yvonne's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Yvonne!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115954628329974016?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115954628329974016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115954628329974016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115954628329974016' title='Happy B&apos;day Yvonne'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115908318756268097</id><published>2006-09-24T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:47.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams in 2 days.</title><content type='html'>Exams are here!!&lt;br /&gt;Tues the first paper.&lt;br /&gt;After this week,&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to breathe a little.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the following week subjects are not so taxing.&lt;br /&gt;I have finished my Chem revision and have started on Bio.&lt;br /&gt;I need to buck up on my Bio.&lt;br /&gt;Have been doing really badly for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently just learnt how to love a person.&lt;br /&gt;And how to keep a relationship strong.&lt;br /&gt;I found the factors to having a strong r/s.&lt;br /&gt;Just realised how much was lacking in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking more maturely.&lt;br /&gt;And I know what I have to do now and in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go and bathe.&lt;br /&gt;Going to continue with my Bio TYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, you are the world I'm living in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115908318756268097?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115908318756268097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115908318756268097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115908318756268097' title='exams in 2 days.'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115850357548815490</id><published>2006-09-17T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:46.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams are here</title><content type='html'>Yipee!!!&lt;br /&gt;Exams are finally here!&lt;br /&gt;I have waited for them for so long.!&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably the only crazy one who wants exams to come faster.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get out of the school fast and carry on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Before and during exams,&lt;br /&gt;my life is not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And what's more is,&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE LAST LAP!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to do well.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna do my best.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I went to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Had seafood then followed by shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I think i spent the most yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Bought 3 adidas shirts and 3 pairs of pants.&lt;br /&gt;My cupboard needs a change you see.&lt;br /&gt;And I will not be going out until exams are over I think.&lt;br /&gt;But there's one exception day which I will be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the current Geog teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I rather Ms Foong come back quick.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.!&lt;br /&gt;Finally we are missing Ms Foong in 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go,&lt;br /&gt;continue with my studies for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life has been different since you were gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115850357548815490?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115850357548815490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115850357548815490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115850357548815490' title='exams are here'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115730199669547371</id><published>2006-09-04T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:46.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm letting you go</title><content type='html'>Today will be the day.&lt;br /&gt;You are tired already.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do now,&lt;br /&gt;But I know one thing.&lt;br /&gt;I have to let you go if I really love you.&lt;br /&gt;Since you are less burdened and more carefree,&lt;br /&gt;I will be happy to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;I overlooked other factors.&lt;br /&gt;The fault was in me and you shouldn't be sufferring with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the day I break out of my shell,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I want to cause any more pain to your life.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I wish that you will help me break my shell,&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't hold you back.&lt;br /&gt;I found out too late.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to change to be who you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;But I started off too late.&lt;br /&gt;It's time I let you go and let you live the life you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no happy ending in anything.&lt;br /&gt;Either one will have to lose more than the other.&lt;br /&gt;And I will gladly be the one.&lt;br /&gt;We learnt many things from this.&lt;br /&gt;It's a painful lesson.&lt;br /&gt;A lesson that's hard to recover from.&lt;br /&gt;But you have to try to recover fast.&lt;br /&gt;You have to reach your goals.&lt;br /&gt;You can reach them cause you have what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best as well.&lt;br /&gt;I might be retreating.&lt;br /&gt;I might be going to hide deeper in my shell.&lt;br /&gt;And it will be harder to break it.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I will never find someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can love someone as much as I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will be back to win your heart if I'm not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first memory I have of you,&lt;br /&gt;To the last image of you I remember,&lt;br /&gt;From the first time I felt loved,&lt;br /&gt;To letting you go,&lt;br /&gt;From the first smile,&lt;br /&gt;To the last cry,&lt;br /&gt;Everything we've been through,&lt;br /&gt;All the memories of us will stay,&lt;br /&gt;I hope God won't take them away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;I will be who you want me to be the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115730199669547371?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115730199669547371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115730199669547371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115730199669547371' title='I&apos;m letting you go'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115721169461582119</id><published>2006-09-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:46.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>losing my appetite</title><content type='html'>What will you think of,&lt;br /&gt;if someone who used to eat 5-6meals a day&lt;br /&gt;tells you that he/she doesn't feel like eating anything for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I went to cousin's house for BBQ session today.&lt;br /&gt;I was totally bored and moodlesss.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I brought my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I'm one A maths exam paper down.&lt;br /&gt;Which is something great!&lt;br /&gt;The paper was tough.&lt;br /&gt;Still got some questions undone.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have much for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Just ate bee hoon and sotong balls.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back here after 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I can no longer see you when I close eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I see so many images of us flashing through&lt;br /&gt;It's too fast for me to catch a glimpse of you&lt;br /&gt;I want time to stop&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you in my memories again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115721169461582119?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115721169461582119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115721169461582119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115721169461582119' title='losing my appetite'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115712133383269027</id><published>2006-09-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:46.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outing for b'day</title><content type='html'>Today I caught a ride from my cousin down to town.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin came to visit us and at the same time pass me my present.&lt;br /&gt;She bought me a waterproof radio.&lt;br /&gt;It is meant to be brought into the toilet when I'm bathing.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know if I'll use it,&lt;br /&gt;cause I bathe in 5 mins the most is 10mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to town.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Paragon, went to Crumpler.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Wisma to Famous Amos then to MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;When I was at Orchard MRT station,&lt;br /&gt;something funny happened.&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy from some modelling agency.&lt;br /&gt;He came up and asked for my particulars.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is..&lt;br /&gt;I die die also don't wanna give him my particulars.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested in becoming a model man!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went over to Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;Went there for a walk and to have a look at Creative.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin wants to buy PC speakers so I went to look for them for her.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Giant supermarket to buy plastic forks and plates.&lt;br /&gt;Jason and gang had bought a cake but didn't buy forks and plates.&lt;br /&gt;After that I was about to leave when Yvonne called.&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Marina Square to look for her and Koh Sing.&lt;br /&gt;I bought her a b'day present.&lt;br /&gt;One load off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird speaking to them in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They caught a train back to Pasir Ris while I caught a train to Marina Bay.&lt;br /&gt;I took a bus from there to the bowling alley.&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet up with Jason and gang there.&lt;br /&gt;Played a game of bowling.&lt;br /&gt;I suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been playing for long.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm still better at badminton.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they went for dinner while I went home.&lt;br /&gt;Dad came to fetch as he was on his way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*That hug felt like it was the last&lt;br /&gt; I had the urge to cry&lt;br /&gt; But I didn't as I didn't want to let you see me cry&lt;br /&gt; So I cried as I saw you leave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115712133383269027?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115712133383269027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115712133383269027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115712133383269027' title='outing for b&apos;day'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115695383278258381</id><published>2006-08-30T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:46.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th birthday</title><content type='html'>This year's birthday is very special!&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, &lt;br /&gt;for the first time in 16 years,&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;My elder sis bought a cake&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't cut nor eat it.&lt;br /&gt;My mum was first to cut and eat it! &lt;br /&gt;Haha! &lt;br /&gt;Nvm cause she's the one who gave birth to me!&lt;br /&gt;She shall have the honour of cutting the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;my computer got infected with some funny virus.&lt;br /&gt;My msn couldn't work at first.&lt;br /&gt;Now it can work but still horrible.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fix it but it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;My internet is gone as well.&lt;br /&gt;I can't log into blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I have to use another com to post this.&lt;br /&gt;The com is working super slow as well.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will reformat it over the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;But I will have to transfer out all my things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received red packets from Mum, Uncle Dino and Aunty Angie, Aunty Winnie, Eldest Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;br /&gt;a handphone strap those you hang over your neck from Yvonne and Koh Sing,&lt;br /&gt;a cap from Aunty Jayna,&lt;br /&gt;a SD card for my phone from elder sister,&lt;br /&gt;2 nike shirts from younger sister,(I didn't know she was that rich)&lt;br /&gt;a doll from Raheel and gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday wishes were made. &lt;br /&gt;So far only one is completed.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully another one will come true next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115695383278258381?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115695383278258381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115695383278258381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115695383278258381' title='16th birthday'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115666129719040215</id><published>2006-08-27T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:46.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chapter is closing up</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night,&lt;br /&gt;went to billy bombers for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Mum, uncle and aunt still remembers my b'day.&lt;br /&gt;Dad thought it was next week.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't blame him for not remembering well.&lt;br /&gt;He's busy with his work these days.&lt;br /&gt;He goes off early in the morning and works OT.&lt;br /&gt;He comes home at about 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;we ate a lot yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us ordered a main course.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, &lt;br /&gt;we ordered a plate of chicken wings and half slab of ribs.&lt;br /&gt;For once my dad is eating purely western food.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad that dad and mum both enjoyed it,&lt;br /&gt;cause they seldom eat western food.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great.&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Was bloated at the end of the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Might be 4 days to the end&lt;br /&gt; When I get the answers I want, &lt;br /&gt; I might do it your way.&lt;br /&gt; I hope that I'm not making the wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt; Even though, I feel that I'm making the wrong choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115666129719040215?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115666129719040215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115666129719040215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115666129719040215' title='The chapter is closing up'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115564529127263246</id><published>2006-08-15T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:46.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excruciating pain</title><content type='html'>What's happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;My life is getting very bad.&lt;br /&gt;The pain I feel is not known to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Even the one I love doesn't know it.&lt;br /&gt;I look so happy in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to be the one taking all the sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;What have I done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm going to collapse one day and never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches and my chest feels tightly grabbed.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot get rid of that force.&lt;br /&gt;You never know how many times I cried for you.&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;I am a strong person who will never drop a tear for you.&lt;br /&gt;Each time I cried,&lt;br /&gt;I hid away from you.&lt;br /&gt;I sounded fine over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I sounded like I would take everything in my stride. &lt;br /&gt;How many times have I fallen because of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Each time I tell myself not to give up.&lt;br /&gt;I want to carry on protecting you.&lt;br /&gt;Each time you utter those words, &lt;br /&gt;do you have any idea what I'm going through,&lt;br /&gt;do you know that because of those words,&lt;br /&gt;I have died many times.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when will be the day I will really never wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I really need your love and care.&lt;br /&gt;I am living a meaningless life without them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115564529127263246?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115564529127263246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115564529127263246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115564529127263246' title='Excruciating pain'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115547178326595732</id><published>2006-08-13T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:46.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fireworks</title><content type='html'>I went out with Joanne and Caspar yesterday in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;We went to town for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne came to meet us for dinner at Billy Bombers.&lt;br /&gt;At night I went to watch fireworks with Yvonne, Joanne and Caspar. &lt;br /&gt;Caspar left just halfway through the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;We supposed to meet up with JJ and Wanlin to watch together,&lt;br /&gt;But the crowd was too big and we couldn't meet.&lt;br /&gt;We met after that.&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;First time seeing it outside.&lt;br /&gt;Used to watch them from Grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fireworks,&lt;br /&gt;We were stuck in human jam until 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;It was super hot with everyone surrounding us.&lt;br /&gt;I was having a lack of oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got out of the jam and went to meet JJ and Wanlin.&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find them so had to make them look for us.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to MS.&lt;br /&gt;It was packed.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the shops were closed.&lt;br /&gt;But still got some open.&lt;br /&gt;We left about 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out with my family.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Tamp then Suntec then Botanical Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my mood today.&lt;br /&gt;Totally no mood until now I still do not have any mood.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;I think back on my chinese 'O' results,&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of useless.&lt;br /&gt;I think I really need to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to start studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Less playing.&lt;br /&gt;Preparatory Exams are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Prelims next and 'O'.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get good results for 'O'.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot let history repeat again.&lt;br /&gt;I will let play wait till after 'O'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115547178326595732?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115547178326595732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115547178326595732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115547178326595732' title='fireworks'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115520559461383720</id><published>2006-08-10T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:45.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim and Tan</title><content type='html'>Today went swimming at Tamp swimming complex.&lt;br /&gt;The water was very cold .&lt;br /&gt;But nice cause the weather was hot.&lt;br /&gt;Swam for about an hour? &lt;br /&gt;Then go for a tan.&lt;br /&gt;That will explain why I look like Guan Gong now.&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I'm stepping into the swimming pool this year I think.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of tired now.&lt;br /&gt;Hand aching as well.&lt;br /&gt;Too long never swim already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115520559461383720?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the Band performance.&lt;br /&gt;Was reminded of NCO camp.&lt;br /&gt;The hardwork we put in for the Passing Out Parade.&lt;br /&gt;Hours under the sun getting burns.&lt;br /&gt;But I still wanna go for NCO camp another time.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll go back this year or the next.&lt;br /&gt;Request for another POP for the 31st NCOs?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is no-school day.&lt;br /&gt;But no off for me.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go get my phone repaired.&lt;br /&gt;Used it for less than 2 weeks and gotta go for repair.&lt;br /&gt;What's this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for my phone to get repaired,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a tan.&lt;br /&gt;Most probably at Tamp Swimming Complex.&lt;br /&gt;Havent thought over whether I wanna go for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;I need to exercise.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a bit fatter.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115513697992904486?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115513697992904486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115513697992904486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115513697992904486' title='National Day'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115236148234383377</id><published>2006-07-08T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:45.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings of this week</title><content type='html'>This week is super happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we didn't have school&lt;br /&gt;So I went out for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I went back to school&lt;br /&gt;After being in school for less than 2 hours,&lt;br /&gt;I fell at the staircase&lt;br /&gt;A loud "crack" sound was heard&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in front and behind me got a shock&lt;br /&gt;My leg started to swell and at the end of sch,&lt;br /&gt;It looked like an elephant's foot&lt;br /&gt;It was twice the normal size&lt;br /&gt;I went to see a physician&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I tore a ligament&lt;br /&gt;And no chicken for 1 week&lt;br /&gt;Great&lt;br /&gt;No chicken=no eggs=die&lt;br /&gt;Had to wrap my leg for 2 days&lt;br /&gt;My leg couldn't go into contact with water for 2 days&lt;br /&gt;Anyway was horrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went out to buy some things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out for lunch&lt;br /&gt;It was nice&lt;br /&gt;First time trying the food there&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed thoroughly&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to try icecube but it wasn't open yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I learnt only after I lost you,&lt;br /&gt; I wish I had learnt earlier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115236148234383377?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115236148234383377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115236148234383377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115236148234383377' title='Happenings of this week'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115141982833527100</id><published>2006-06-27T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:45.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping to shift house</title><content type='html'>Have been busy over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Was helping my Uncle Dino and Aunt Angie&lt;br /&gt;They are shifting to my house temporarily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning was supposed to have breakfast at Mac with my younger sis&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8am&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't wake up cause she is a pig&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't wake up early&lt;br /&gt;So I had to go and eat breakfast alone at 8.30am&lt;br /&gt;After that I bought Mac breakfast for Aunt Angie&lt;br /&gt;I bought coffee for Grandma cause she was there too&lt;br /&gt;She was there to bring Great-Grandma's alter back to her house&lt;br /&gt;I went home to get some things and to leave some things at home&lt;br /&gt;I then walked over to Uncle Dino and Aunt Angie's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached there about 9plus 10am&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Angie had her breakfast&lt;br /&gt;We started packing about 10.45am&lt;br /&gt;The house was in a mess &lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of things to pack&lt;br /&gt;There were many cartons supplied to us by the movers but it was insufficient&lt;br /&gt;We started off by tearing up invoices&lt;br /&gt;My sisters then divided the items and put them in the carton and labeled the cartons&lt;br /&gt;I was in charge of clearing the store room&lt;br /&gt;After clearing the store room I helped to do the cartons&lt;br /&gt;I helped to carry the cartons up and down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma started praying and burning joss papers at 1pm&lt;br /&gt;After that I helped take the alter down and put it into the basket&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Dino came back at about 2.15pm to fetch Grandma home&lt;br /&gt;We helped to carry her belongings down to the car&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Dino also bought lunch for all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Grandma left, we had lunch&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't have lunch before that as Great-Grandma's alter was on the table&lt;br /&gt;So we had to wait till Grandma went back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we continued with more packing&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave at about 3.45pm as I was meeting Joanne to go to church&lt;br /&gt;I brought home some things so that my sisters wouldn't have to bring back so many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Joanne at 7-11&lt;br /&gt;She was late but I don't know where she was running to&lt;br /&gt;We ended up taking cab&lt;br /&gt;It isn't good to be late for church&lt;br /&gt;By the time we reached church it was already almost fully packed&lt;br /&gt;We walked from one end to the other to look for a seat&lt;br /&gt;Church service was as usual great&lt;br /&gt;Service ended at 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;I called Dad to see where they were &lt;br /&gt;I had to join them for dinner&lt;br /&gt;As I had to continue with the packing after dinner&lt;br /&gt;Joanne was on her own&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;br /&gt;Busy weekend you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came like the lightning &lt;br /&gt;Had dinner till 8.30pm&lt;br /&gt;I went home to change after that&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Uncle Dino and Aunt Angie's house at about 8.45pm&lt;br /&gt;We started packing again at 9pm&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Eric and Aunt Juwena came over too&lt;br /&gt;But they were helping to watch soccer&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed till about 1.30am and Uncle Dino sent us home&lt;br /&gt;The packing wasn't complete&lt;br /&gt;But it was mostly done&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Dino and Aunt Angie did the rest of the packing on their own&lt;br /&gt;Elder sister cooked supper for us&lt;br /&gt;By the time we bathe and ate, it was already close to 3am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was another early day&lt;br /&gt;Woke up about 9plus am&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to wake up at 7.30am &lt;br /&gt;But Dad and Mum saw me deep in sleep and decided not to wake me up&lt;br /&gt;I was awaken by the shifting of furniture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger sis didn't wake up cause she was sick &lt;br /&gt;And no amount of noise could wake her up&lt;br /&gt;I went into her room and saw her covering her ears with her hands&lt;br /&gt;It was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and washed up&lt;br /&gt;I then helped in the shifting&lt;br /&gt;About 11 plus, Uncle Dino came to fetch me&lt;br /&gt;I was to go down to Grandma house with him&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go there and help shift the furniture&lt;br /&gt;And we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Grandma house, we went to Uncle Patrick's(2nd uncle) house&lt;br /&gt;We helped to shift the sofa and arrange it&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Patrick was funny&lt;br /&gt;He came up with some funny designs&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Patrick's wife and children was laughing away&lt;br /&gt;But in the end he went along with our arrangement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Uncle Patrick's house, we went to Eldest Aunt and uncle-in-law house&lt;br /&gt;We didn't help to shift anything&lt;br /&gt;Uncle-in-law is very strong&lt;br /&gt;He can lift the whole cabinet himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home at about 2pm&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at home&lt;br /&gt;For the 2nd day in a row, we were having chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Juwena, Aunt Angie and me went over to Uncle Dino and Aunt Angie's house again&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Dino fetched us back as he was going for a haircut&lt;br /&gt;We started packing the clothes into the luggages as soon as we reached&lt;br /&gt;We tried to squeeze in as many&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked back home with the luggages&lt;br /&gt;The luggages were really heavy&lt;br /&gt;I guess they weighed more than 8kg&lt;br /&gt;When we were crossing the road, the bus 358 stopped in front of us&lt;br /&gt;When we were going up the staircase leading to my house, the 358 went pass us&lt;br /&gt;I started laughing and said y didn't we take the bus&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver must be laughing at us&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;I stop laughing and climbed up 2 steps of the staircase&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I started laughing again &lt;br /&gt;This time I almost fell backwards&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Juwena quickly pushed me forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching home, we unloaded the luggages and went back to Uncle Dino and Aunt Angie's house again&lt;br /&gt;We started packing again&lt;br /&gt;This time, Uncle Dino fetched us back&lt;br /&gt;We went home and unloaded the luggages and Uncle Dino fetched us back again&lt;br /&gt;It was the final packing of clothes&lt;br /&gt;At the same time we carried pails over&lt;br /&gt;I was like a clown trying to balance the pails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached home then waited for the rest to be done with their work&lt;br /&gt;We went for dinner after that&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seemed to be famish&lt;br /&gt;We all ate a lot&lt;br /&gt;I ate till I could hardly walk&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we all went home for a rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 days of shifting made me ached all over&lt;br /&gt;Till today I'm still aching&lt;br /&gt;But it was good physical training&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115141982833527100?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115141982833527100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115141982833527100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115141982833527100' title='Helping to shift house'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-115105919268959121</id><published>2006-06-23T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:45.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sch's starting</title><content type='html'>School's starting in 2 days&lt;br /&gt;homework all done&lt;br /&gt;Was watching soccer this morning&lt;br /&gt;The match was exciting&lt;br /&gt;A guy from the opposite block was screaming goal loudly&lt;br /&gt;I slept only at 6am&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11am for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Came back and slept till 4plus&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will be watching soccer again&lt;br /&gt;But I might be sleeping a few hours before it starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought of going tanning today&lt;br /&gt;But the weather forecast said it was going to rain&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the forecast was inaccurate&lt;br /&gt;It didn't rain at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml I got to go and help my aunt pack her house&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I will be going to CHC with Joanne and Mel I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday will be shifting of houses&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Angie and Uncle Dino will be shifting in to stay with us&lt;br /&gt;They bought a new house and have sold their old house&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will get to watch the soccer matches&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Dino got sign up for world cup matches&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711336.post-115013481020273982</id><published>2006-06-13T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:45.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunks</title><content type='html'>Finally completed my A maths hw&lt;br /&gt;Left with Eng and Combine humanities &lt;br /&gt;Hope to finish within this week&lt;br /&gt;So that I can rest next week&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Tml or rather I will be out from morning&lt;br /&gt;Cause younger sis is going to her GG HQ&lt;br /&gt;Then mum and me will send elder sis to school&lt;br /&gt;Mum and me will then drive down to town&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to look for my dunks&lt;br /&gt;Hope to find a brown one&lt;br /&gt;Brown shoes are easier to match with clothes&lt;br /&gt;My current shoes are gone&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell down that day while wearing them&lt;br /&gt;So dad told me to get a new pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;And mum's going to pay&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;I thought of paying half of the bill myself&lt;br /&gt;Got to go and sleep already&lt;br /&gt;If not I will be too tired to look for my dunks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-115013481020273982?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115013481020273982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/115013481020273982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115013481020273982' title='Dunks'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114935190866574099</id><published>2006-06-04T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:45.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuan lai lyrics</title><content type='html'>jie deng ban zhu wo yan qian xia yi bu&lt;br /&gt;la chang de ying zi chao nong de hui gu&lt;br /&gt;dian hua ting reng liu zhe ni de hua&lt;br /&gt;yi ju hua diao yi di lei&lt;br /&gt;jin wan de wo hui shi ru he ru shui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai zui teng tong de piao qing jing shi mei you qing xu&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai zui can ren de hua mian ke yi tian yan mi yu&lt;br /&gt;wo bu dong de ru he geng ai ni&lt;br /&gt;ying zi feng ci de gen zhe wo nan fen nan li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai zui gu dan de shi wo hai shi na me xiang ni&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai zui bei ai de shi wo bu neng mian dui zi ji&lt;br /&gt;ni shou de gan jing wo ye hui bu liu yi dian hen ji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuo gu shi ye yao xiang shi zhen di&lt;br /&gt;ke shi bie chu dong na xie hui yi&lt;br /&gt;jin ye ni shuo le zui hou yi ju &lt;br /&gt;yi ju hua diao yi di lei&lt;br /&gt;kan lai jin wan de wo hen nan ru shui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai zui teng tong de piao qing jing shi mei you qing xu&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai zui can ren de hua mian ke yi tian yan mi yu&lt;br /&gt;wo bu dong de ru he geng ai ni&lt;br /&gt;ying zi feng ci de gen zhe wo nan fen nan li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai zui gu dan de shi wo hai shi na me xiang ni&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai zui bei ai de shi wo bu neng mian dui zi ji&lt;br /&gt;ni shou de gan jing wo ye hui bu liu yi dian hen ji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai zui teng tong de piao qing jing shi mei you qing xu&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai zui can ren de hua mian ke yi tian yan mi yu&lt;br /&gt;wo bu dong de ru he geng ai ni&lt;br /&gt;ying zi feng ci de gen zhe wo nan fen nan li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai zui gu dan de shi wo hai shi na me xiang ni&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai zui bei ai de shi wo bu neng mian dui zi ji&lt;br /&gt;ni shou de gan jing wo ye hui bu liu yi dian hen ji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114935190866574099?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114935190866574099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114935190866574099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114935190866574099' title='Yuan lai lyrics'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114935189241698476</id><published>2006-06-04T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:45.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished physics hw!</title><content type='html'>I finally finished my physics homework&lt;br /&gt;One subject down&lt;br /&gt;Left with quite alot still&lt;br /&gt;Hope to finish 1 subject in every 2 to 3 days&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner then went to Swensens for ice cream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114935189241698476?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114935189241698476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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going for E maths &lt;br /&gt;Cause Mrs Low will be asking Mr Lim to pass us our A maths homework&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got tons of homework this time&lt;br /&gt;Every subject 3 sets&lt;br /&gt;Biology got 3 sets of MCQ&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry got 4 sets of exam papers and 1 topical revision&lt;br /&gt;Physics got 2 sets of exam papers and 2 topical revision&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of E maths exam papers&lt;br /&gt;3 sets of A maths exam papers&lt;br /&gt;SS we got 2 SBQ and 1 structured questions&lt;br /&gt;Geography we got 3 structured questions&lt;br /&gt;English got tons too&lt;br /&gt;2 compo and 20 topics of "oral" practice &lt;br /&gt;The "oral" practice has to be written out&lt;br /&gt;Chinese we got no homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im gonna be very busy completing them =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114923692260239539?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' 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yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Some weird things happened&lt;br /&gt;Went out in the morning to get lunch for my family&lt;br /&gt;I went to the CHICKEN RICE STALL to buy DUCK RICE&lt;br /&gt;I didnt realise my mistake until &lt;br /&gt;The uncle said "We dont sell duck, we only sell chicken."&lt;br /&gt;Kinda dumb of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went out with Joanne to watch a show at cine&lt;br /&gt;We watched over the hedge&lt;br /&gt;It's funny&lt;br /&gt;Everybody should go and watch it&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch Poseidon too&lt;br /&gt;But had no time&lt;br /&gt;After the show we went to meet someone at J8&lt;br /&gt;Ate pastamania and only Joanne n me was left&lt;br /&gt;Went to popular and took a train home&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the train at Raffles place&lt;br /&gt;I found a place which was super hot like an oven&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Joanne to come over&lt;br /&gt;She didnt want&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked over and pushed her in&lt;br /&gt;I think her slipper had no grip&lt;br /&gt;And she almost fell&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Im kind of evil&lt;br /&gt;I was in a state of shock then&lt;br /&gt;And I was laughing away after that&lt;br /&gt;Then went to one of the shops&lt;br /&gt;At Pasir Ris MRT station to get Mel's present&lt;br /&gt;Went to DTE cause Joanne wanted to buy back KFC&lt;br /&gt;Then bus-ed home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day&lt;br /&gt;Cause I went to church&lt;br /&gt;Church rocks!&lt;br /&gt;God rocks too!&lt;br /&gt;Church was fun today&lt;br /&gt;After church went to PP to buy household items&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Aunty's house&lt;br /&gt;To get rice dumplings&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Sembawang to eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;And came home to watch SG idol&lt;br /&gt;Now Im feeling scared and kinda panicky&lt;br /&gt;Scared I will forget the format for letter writing&lt;br /&gt;And that I will black out tml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone going for tml's paper&lt;br /&gt;All the best and good luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to bring:&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation slip(just in case)&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;I.C&lt;br /&gt;Stationary(excluding correction tape) &lt;br /&gt;Jacket(if your school hall is air conditioned)&lt;br /&gt;Notes for the compo writing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114882549345994189?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114882549345994189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114882549345994189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114882549345994189' title='o level chi tml'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114820100856358065</id><published>2006-05-21T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:44.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored at home</title><content type='html'>So super bored at home&lt;br /&gt;Went to church today&lt;br /&gt;It was earlier today&lt;br /&gt;Cause got 2 services&lt;br /&gt;Then went for lunch with cousins&lt;br /&gt;It was wendy's b'day&lt;br /&gt;And she was going back to Philippines&lt;br /&gt;After lunch sent sis to bugis &lt;br /&gt;And dad sent us home&lt;br /&gt;So bored today&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;After exams but got no programmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum n dad are having cold war&lt;br /&gt;I find it so dumb&lt;br /&gt;Dont bother abt them already&lt;br /&gt;A house now doesnt look like a house&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt feel like a house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114820100856358065?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114820100856358065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114820100856358065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114820100856358065' title='bored at home'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114804676398349166</id><published>2006-05-19T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:44.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prac exam for combine sci today</title><content type='html'>Got back english and e maths paper 2 results today&lt;br /&gt;I got 34.5/50 for english paper 2 &lt;br /&gt;And 67/100 for e maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had prac exam for combine sci today&lt;br /&gt;Didnt have enough time to finish and had to rush&lt;br /&gt;A "crocodile"(crocodile clips) bit me&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Was in a rush so a bit careless&lt;br /&gt;Had a question for test of carbon dioxide&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Hwee Sze n me were doing our exams at the same speed&lt;br /&gt;So we looked at each other's experiment for the test of carbon dioxide&lt;br /&gt;Then we realised that we got the same results&lt;br /&gt;And proceeded with the next experiment&lt;br /&gt;I poured too much sodium hydroxide and it overflowed&lt;br /&gt;Was in a rush&lt;br /&gt;Not enough time&lt;br /&gt;And I got 2 unknown cuts from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Prac exam wasnt that bad after all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114804676398349166?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114804676398349166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114804676398349166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114804676398349166' title='Prac exam for combine sci today'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114796193089588234</id><published>2006-05-18T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:44.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prac exam for combine sci tml</title><content type='html'>There's prac exam for combine sci tml&lt;br /&gt;We know what's coming out for physics already&lt;br /&gt;As for chem, we got no idea&lt;br /&gt;But we got the chapters &lt;br /&gt;And can spot questions&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day shifting the house today&lt;br /&gt;Finally packed everything into place&lt;br /&gt;I now have only one cupboard to put my clothes&lt;br /&gt;Squeezed all of them into a cupboard&lt;br /&gt;And I found out that my younger sis has more clothes than me&lt;br /&gt;The number of shirts she have is more than the number of clothes I have&lt;br /&gt;And all my shorts now are folded &lt;br /&gt;And therefore does not needed to be ironed anymore&lt;br /&gt;Mum can iron a few pieces of clothes lesser&lt;br /&gt;Kind of tired after packing and went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to catch a show today&lt;br /&gt;But nobody wanted to go out&lt;br /&gt;I didnt mind going out alone&lt;br /&gt;But mum said help to shift the stuffs&lt;br /&gt;And great,&lt;br /&gt;I shifted till I lost track of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go and study for tml's prac now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114796193089588234?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114796193089588234'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was quite surprising&lt;br /&gt;Got 75 on the dot for the overall&lt;br /&gt;Which means it is my first A1 for chinese since sec 3 &lt;br /&gt;Was really happy when Mr Luo read out the marks&lt;br /&gt;I think quite alot of us got As&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But papers following physics was horrible&lt;br /&gt;SS studied hard but just passed&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificed sleep just to get a pass&lt;br /&gt;Geog was surprising too&lt;br /&gt;I did a question which I did not understood got an X for it&lt;br /&gt;But I luckily I didnt do that badly for the paper&lt;br /&gt;If not combine humanities results would be worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my A maths paper 2&lt;br /&gt;Quite disappointed&lt;br /&gt;Cause I din do a 8 marks question&lt;br /&gt;And I could do the question after I handed in my script&lt;br /&gt;Im just a dumb person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently got 2 C5s already&lt;br /&gt;My target for L1R5 less than 10 is gone&lt;br /&gt;Impossible already&lt;br /&gt;Today's results were simply bad just disappointing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess mid-years arent that important&lt;br /&gt;It's useless for the 4Es&lt;br /&gt;So all 4Es if you did badly dont be sad about it&lt;br /&gt;Prelims is more important n O's is most important&lt;br /&gt;Let's just let the mid year pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might not be online tonight&lt;br /&gt;Dad's gonna do the wiring again&lt;br /&gt;Boring&lt;br /&gt;Especially when tomorrow is no school day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114786404670775379?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114786404670775379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114786404670775379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114786404670775379' title='More results'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114777001115141356</id><published>2006-05-16T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:44.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams results r back..</title><content type='html'>Today I went to school feeling sick&lt;br /&gt;Still have a bit of flu and a bit of headache&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was worse&lt;br /&gt;The tap to my nose was left on&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;We got back our results for some papers&lt;br /&gt;Got back my bio, chem and english paper 1&lt;br /&gt;My bio was quite up to my expectations?&lt;br /&gt;Got quite good for MCQ and Essay questions&lt;br /&gt;Died in Section A of paper 2&lt;br /&gt;Chem was quite badly done&lt;br /&gt;Died in Essay questions&lt;br /&gt;Did the question which I shouldnt have done&lt;br /&gt;A mistake was all it took to pull my marks down&lt;br /&gt;English paper 1 was a surprise&lt;br /&gt;I did better than I usually do&lt;br /&gt;Getting more results tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be dead for A and E maths&lt;br /&gt;I want my A2 at least&lt;br /&gt;I dare not think about Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get an A2 though&lt;br /&gt;Aiming to get at least A2 for all subjects&lt;br /&gt;There's bio practical exam tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Shall prepare for it later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I never want to live without you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114777001115141356?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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be marking day&lt;br /&gt;But we got chinese o level sample exam&lt;br /&gt;So gotta go back&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's to our advantage&lt;br /&gt;At least we can see the format&lt;br /&gt;Exams have drained me of my sleep&lt;br /&gt;So I have to replenish it back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114725764052482149?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114725764052482149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114725764052482149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114725764052482149' title='exams over.!'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114648412756278751</id><published>2006-05-01T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:43.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finished bio at last!</title><content type='html'>Yeah Man!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished 24 chap of bio!!&lt;br /&gt;24 hours of non stop work has paid off!!&lt;br /&gt;Didnt get to sleep for the night&lt;br /&gt;But now im feeling happy&lt;br /&gt;Cause i finished my entire bio syllabus&lt;br /&gt;Tried not to refer as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;And found out that got so many things haven learn before&lt;br /&gt;Had to refer sometimes while doing&lt;br /&gt;At the same time learn and absorb&lt;br /&gt;Listened to 98.7 through the night&lt;br /&gt;Got lots of damn nice songs&lt;br /&gt;Listened for more than 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;From the last DJ yesterday to the national anthem this morning&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I guess my Hi-fi set is gonna explode&lt;br /&gt;But I just switched it off&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna spoil it&lt;br /&gt;Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;SS is gonna be another horror!&lt;br /&gt;But cannot spend 24 hours non stop already&lt;br /&gt;No more public holiday or weekend to do so&lt;br /&gt;Tired tired now!!&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are half asleep and brain is half dead!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! &lt;br /&gt;I need secretion of adrenaline!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114648412756278751?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114648412756278751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114648412756278751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114648412756278751' title='finished bio at last!'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114563414364817828</id><published>2006-04-21T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:43.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after so long finally..</title><content type='html'>Haven't been doing much this week&lt;br /&gt;Have been busy with work again&lt;br /&gt;Mid year exams are starting next week&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to watch show but didnt in the end&lt;br /&gt;But I got debbi&lt;br /&gt;Smaller version of debbi to hang on my phone &lt;br /&gt;=D Big smiles&lt;br /&gt;Haven smiled that wide for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you:&lt;br /&gt;I will love you forever like the open sea which has no end&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will too&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114563414364817828?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114563414364817828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114563414364817828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114563414364817828' title='after so long finally..'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114498883244345358</id><published>2006-04-14T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:43.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speech day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday our school was holding speech day&lt;br /&gt;It was also the end of our CCA &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we'll be going there to fill up our CCA form&lt;br /&gt;Back to speech day&lt;br /&gt;The parade was kind of a success?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know..&lt;br /&gt;But the band was playing well I guess&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was giving their best&lt;br /&gt;Mong Tieng said the cornets were very loud&lt;br /&gt;Louder than usual..&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe last time playing with each other so I played very loud?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe all of us ate the wrong thing?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;It's now Cassandra's and Ashraf's turn to take charge of the cornet section!&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to both of you! &lt;br /&gt;Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the prize winners in the parade went up to the hall and got seated down..&lt;br /&gt;It took a very long time before the prize giving ceremony started..&lt;br /&gt;Abt 1 and a half hours later?&lt;br /&gt;But it's okie..&lt;br /&gt;The most embarrassing thing that night was the ceremony..&lt;br /&gt;The MC left out Liyana's, Cheryl's, Jun Yuan's and my name..&lt;br /&gt;And the four of us had to walk away to the side..&lt;br /&gt;Just the four of us went up again after the entire Sec 4s(2005) came down..&lt;br /&gt;Was so funnny..&lt;br /&gt;Good memories of Speech Day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went out for dinner later&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time&lt;br /&gt;Four ppl laughing and laughing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114498883244345358?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114498883244345358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114498883244345358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114498883244345358' title='speech day'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114459023379582341</id><published>2006-04-09T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:43.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa trip</title><content type='html'>Had lots of fun today!&lt;br /&gt;Got abit of tan and redness&lt;br /&gt;Shuming went crazy when we played with the waves&lt;br /&gt;She couldnt remain at her position&lt;br /&gt;She just floated around&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;And ML is certified a gu1 niang&lt;br /&gt;Her actions show it all&lt;br /&gt;Shuming got dragged all the way from the shore down to the water&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;ML even took a few photos of it&lt;br /&gt;Shuming is very very heavy, couldnt move her&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;But somehow or rather,&lt;br /&gt;ML and I still manage to drag her in&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Was madness at Sentosa today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114459023379582341?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114459023379582341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114459023379582341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114459023379582341' title='sentosa trip'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114447188375289839</id><published>2006-04-08T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:43.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years</title><content type='html'>Isnt it fast&lt;br /&gt;2 years have just passed like this&lt;br /&gt;From one end to the other end&lt;br /&gt;We might not be together now&lt;br /&gt;But maybe in future we might&lt;br /&gt;I lived these two years with you and without you&lt;br /&gt;When I had you I didnt treasure&lt;br /&gt;And after I lost you&lt;br /&gt;I regretted&lt;br /&gt;What a fool I have been&lt;br /&gt;The same person who loved you, hurted you&lt;br /&gt;After all that,&lt;br /&gt;I said I was never gonna love another and hurt you again&lt;br /&gt;And I did as I said&lt;br /&gt;And I continued to love you more&lt;br /&gt;I told myself nobody can take your place&lt;br /&gt;It's either you or no one&lt;br /&gt;And it's true&lt;br /&gt;I lived without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;But with a hope that you will come back someday&lt;br /&gt;For as long as you are with me, &lt;br /&gt;I will be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting till you come back&lt;br /&gt;No one can love you like I do&lt;br /&gt;We still have a journey waiting for us to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like holding you,&lt;br /&gt;Right here,&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;And someday we will be living in a place of our own&lt;br /&gt;Nothing anyone says is going to stop us&lt;br /&gt;No one will step into our lives again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hand like you did in the past,&lt;br /&gt;Will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114447188375289839?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114447188375289839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114447188375289839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114447188375289839' title='2 years'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114362543632409740</id><published>2006-03-29T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:43.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RULES!: &lt;br /&gt;Express your Love for SE7EN and get others to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;Copy and Paste the following into your own blog and complete all &lt;br /&gt;SE7EN bullets of the SE7EN questions.&lt;br /&gt;Then, pick SE7EN ppl to pass it on!&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;1. *her&lt;br /&gt;2. Seeing *her&lt;br /&gt;3. Dreaming of *her&lt;br /&gt;4. Talking to *her&lt;br /&gt;5. Playing the drums&lt;br /&gt;6. Playing the cornet&lt;br /&gt;7. Outing with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 ways to win my heart:&lt;br /&gt;1. Unless you are *her &lt;br /&gt;2. Unless you are *her&lt;br /&gt;3. Unless you are *her &lt;br /&gt;4. Unless you are *her&lt;br /&gt;5. Unless you are *her &lt;br /&gt;6. Unless you are *her&lt;br /&gt;7. Unless you are *her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I believe in:&lt;br /&gt;1. I will be with *her one day&lt;br /&gt;2. Everlasting Love&lt;br /&gt;3. Work hard and get what I want&lt;br /&gt;4. Earn my own keep&lt;br /&gt;5. Doing something I like&lt;br /&gt;6. The world will accept crooks one day&lt;br /&gt;7. God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i'm afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;1. *her avoiding me&lt;br /&gt;2. *her scolding me&lt;br /&gt;3. *her leaving me&lt;br /&gt;4. My wishes will not come true&lt;br /&gt;5. I will not reach my dreams&lt;br /&gt;6. Health worsen&lt;br /&gt;7. Die for no rhyme or reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things i do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Think of *her&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat &lt;br /&gt;4. Drink&lt;br /&gt;5. Bathe&lt;br /&gt;6. Switch on my phone&lt;br /&gt;7. Wash my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people i wanna see right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. *her&lt;br /&gt;2. *her&lt;br /&gt;3. *her&lt;br /&gt;4. *her&lt;br /&gt;5. *her&lt;br /&gt;6. *her&lt;br /&gt;7. *her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people who should also do this:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yvonne&lt;br /&gt;2. Esther&lt;br /&gt;3. Meiling&lt;br /&gt;4. Shu Ming&lt;br /&gt;5. Pei Ying&lt;br /&gt;6. Valerie&lt;br /&gt;7. Weiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114362543632409740?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114362543632409740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114362543632409740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114362543632409740' title=''/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114337238352142200</id><published>2006-03-26T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:43.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CME work</title><content type='html'>I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But our CME book has a chapter on marriage&lt;br /&gt;And there's one page with requires us to write out our own marriage vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my marriage vow goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;I promise to give you the best I can provide you with&lt;br /&gt;And never let you drop any tears for me.&lt;br /&gt;I would love you more than myself&lt;br /&gt;and all that I have is yours.&lt;br /&gt;Through difficult times,&lt;br /&gt;my love will not sway.&lt;br /&gt;Through better times,&lt;br /&gt;I will not be unfaithful.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will stay steadfast forever&lt;br /&gt;And I would only love you.&lt;br /&gt;Till the day I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;I would still be loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Copyrighted! Don't copy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vow is written for one person&lt;br /&gt;But I might not have a chance to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then everything is unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;I might have a chance one day.&lt;br /&gt;But I know at this moment in time&lt;br /&gt;I really do love you&lt;br /&gt;And in the future&lt;br /&gt;I will still love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114337238352142200?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114337238352142200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114337238352142200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114337238352142200' title='CME work'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114337154630290036</id><published>2006-03-26T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:43.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update over the week</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged for a week now&lt;br /&gt;I'm abit lazy and abit busy&lt;br /&gt;But laziness makes up most of it&lt;br /&gt;So let's see what I have been doing this week&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much actually&lt;br /&gt;Going to school having tests and CCA and normal timetable&lt;br /&gt;That's about it I guess&lt;br /&gt;School is like a routine&lt;br /&gt;We are doing the same thing almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;Kinda boring&lt;br /&gt;What to do&lt;br /&gt;Just pray hard that O's come quickly&lt;br /&gt;And then I shall do something I like&lt;br /&gt;We are starting revision for E maths already&lt;br /&gt;Kind of fast&lt;br /&gt;The other subjects haven't finish syllabus yet&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll finish them soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got Speech Day Rehersal&lt;br /&gt;So that means go chinese remedial halfway can go off&lt;br /&gt;Got to report at 3pm&lt;br /&gt;I think I will leave class at 2.55pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the parade&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's my last performance with the band&lt;br /&gt;3 years have passed so quickly&lt;br /&gt;From the time I entered band&lt;br /&gt;Till the time I'm going to leave on 13 April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to Crestwinds&lt;br /&gt;May you all reach a higher level which we never achieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 of us would be going to perform at Tao Nan Primary this Friday&lt;br /&gt;Hope we will enjoy ourselves and not pressurize ourselves too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want others to enjoy your music, you must first enjoy playing the music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114337154630290036?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114337154630290036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114337154630290036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114337154630290036' title='Update over the week'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114268947100645908</id><published>2006-03-18T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:42.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays are over soon</title><content type='html'>One more day left to school reopen&lt;br /&gt;Hasnt been really a holiday for me&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school everyday either for lessons or band or both&lt;br /&gt;Had to rush my homework still&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost weight this holidays&lt;br /&gt;Haven been eating much&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the other holidays where I keep eating and grow fatter and fatter&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished my holiday assignments after many days of late sleep&lt;br /&gt;But I haven done my E and A maths weekend assignment&lt;br /&gt;Cause I dont know how to do&lt;br /&gt;Im getting "smarter" nowadays&lt;br /&gt;And this year is crucial&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is the first holiday which I never go out with my friends at all&lt;br /&gt;Broke many of my records this holidays&lt;br /&gt;Didnt sleep much&lt;br /&gt;Didnt eat much&lt;br /&gt;Study alot&lt;br /&gt;Killed many brain cells&lt;br /&gt;Lost a lot of hair&lt;br /&gt;Didnt go out even for more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;And many more!&lt;br /&gt;The most disappointing is I never eat and sleep much&lt;br /&gt;So wasted!&lt;br /&gt;I do my homework until super stress&lt;br /&gt;Do for so long still haven finish&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to do all the daily stuff like eating and drinking&lt;br /&gt;Tonight shall relax and continue studying tml again&lt;br /&gt;Got Biology Common Test coming up&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;PULL HAIR!!&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY SAVE ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114268947100645908?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114268947100645908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114268947100645908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114268947100645908' title='holidays are over soon'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114199409869267861</id><published>2006-03-10T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:42.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU!</title><content type='html'>Even if the whole world is gonna forsake you&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me&lt;br /&gt;I will not forsake or leave you again&lt;br /&gt;There is always someone loving you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm that person&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to stay by your side forever&lt;br /&gt;Giving you all the support you need&lt;br /&gt;I will lend you my shoulder whenever you are tired or wish to cry&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see you sad&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want anyone to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Even when you are next to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm still missing you&lt;br /&gt;3 words is all I wanna say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114199409869267861?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114199409869267861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114199409869267861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114199409869267861' title='I LOVE YOU!'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114199323310682000</id><published>2006-03-10T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:42.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished X-country finally</title><content type='html'>Kinda happy today&lt;br /&gt;Finshed X-country today&lt;br /&gt;I did try to run as much as I could&lt;br /&gt;But still not top 30&lt;br /&gt;Cant blame la&lt;br /&gt;Im a lazy person who doesnt wanna train&lt;br /&gt;But Im gonna train for NAFA I think&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a good NAFA result&lt;br /&gt;Kinda enjoyed X-country this year&lt;br /&gt;I think I ran more this year then the past few years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml gonna go back to school for PTM&lt;br /&gt;Sian la&lt;br /&gt;Gotta wake up early go take number&lt;br /&gt;So lame man&lt;br /&gt;See teacher also must take number like seeing doctor like that&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda anxious for tml&lt;br /&gt;Hope I get a good start for the year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114199323310682000?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114199323310682000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114199323310682000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114199323310682000' title='Finished X-country finally'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114182287686340400</id><published>2006-03-08T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:42.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just realised that I have known you for quite long</title><content type='html'>Just realised that I have known you for quite some time already&lt;br /&gt;From the first time I saw you since sec 1 it's already 3 years?&lt;br /&gt;From the time that I fell for you it's been 2 years already&lt;br /&gt;Although officially it's not yet 2 years&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely more than 2 years&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't feel so long&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that we have known each other for so long&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking back on how much we have changed is a prove of how long we have known each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared good and bad times together&lt;br /&gt;Even though those bad times cannot be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;The good times have a larger impact on me&lt;br /&gt;Those times are really the joy of my life&lt;br /&gt;I never felt that happy before&lt;br /&gt;It was you who changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Someone who gave me a meaning for living&lt;br /&gt;We went through times of which both of us were hurt&lt;br /&gt;But we never showed it out&lt;br /&gt;And it led to more distance between us&lt;br /&gt;I went through times when my heart really ached&lt;br /&gt;Times when it was hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't let you make that decision that time we probably won't be like this now&lt;br /&gt;But we both learnt something from that experience&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope and pray that we will be together one day&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you to complete the missing piece in my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114182287686340400?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114182287686340400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114182287686340400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114182287686340400' title='Just realised that I have known you for quite long'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114157166849707670</id><published>2006-03-05T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:42.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Bautista- The Way You Look At Me</title><content type='html'>Christian Bautista- The Way You Look At Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever saw me like you do&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I could add up to&lt;br /&gt;I never knew just what a smile was worth&lt;br /&gt;But your eyes say everything without a single word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be&lt;br /&gt;I'd never know what you see&lt;br /&gt;But there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could freeze the moment in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Be the second that you touch your lips to mine&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to stop the clock make time stand still&lt;br /&gt;Coz baby this is just the way I always wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be&lt;br /&gt;I'd never know what you see&lt;br /&gt;But there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how or why&lt;br /&gt;I feel different in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that it happens everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be&lt;br /&gt;I'd never know what you see&lt;br /&gt;But there's something in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114157166849707670?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114157166849707670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114157166849707670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114157166849707670' title='Christian Bautista- The Way You Look At Me'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114148541908322882</id><published>2006-03-04T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:42.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scar on my knee..</title><content type='html'>Just came back from marina square&lt;br /&gt;Went there for dinner with my family at the same time go to the supermarket&lt;br /&gt;Brought my younger sis to LJS for dinner&lt;br /&gt;While the rest went to eat at the food court&lt;br /&gt;They go there eat duck I think&lt;br /&gt;Bought quite alot of things and had to walk all the way to Millenia Walk&lt;br /&gt;Cause the car was parked there and every other carpark was full&lt;br /&gt;Carry all those stuff until my hand numb&lt;br /&gt;Got down the car and my younger sister being so skinny and had "butter" legs fell down&lt;br /&gt;She came upstairs and applied some medicine&lt;br /&gt;She came into my room to apply&lt;br /&gt;Then she was screaming away&lt;br /&gt;Bet she was gonna cry anytime&lt;br /&gt;Then I told her your leg's injury is nothing&lt;br /&gt;Small injury only&lt;br /&gt;My knees got a "nicer" injury each&lt;br /&gt;Two scars which never could fade away&lt;br /&gt;It's coming to a year since I fell&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was willing to fall&lt;br /&gt;Remembered that time I did everything with much difficultly&lt;br /&gt;Could hardly walk or get sitted&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay&lt;br /&gt;The injury will allow me to remember someone and some things&lt;br /&gt;Part of my memory of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114148541908322882?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114148541908322882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114148541908322882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114148541908322882' title='scar on my knee..'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114139359373186077</id><published>2006-03-03T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:42.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey is longer than usual..</title><content type='html'>Roads that we walked together seemed to bring us to our destination so quickly,&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel tired at all with all that walking and I really cherish those times&lt;br /&gt;But now when I walk those roads alone&lt;br /&gt;Those roads seem so far and never ending&lt;br /&gt;And after a while I felt very tired&lt;br /&gt;I felt like resting&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you would be there with me again&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be walking without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;I dont know which friend I can trust&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can trust you&lt;br /&gt;Let me keep you in my heart forever&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold on to your hand and walk down the long journey we have in front of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road is long and tiring but I will reach my destination one day&lt;br /&gt;And my destination will be my destiny&lt;br /&gt;And my destiny is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114139359373186077?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114139359373186077'/><link rel='self' 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this weekend&lt;br /&gt;So guess im gonna sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Had some backache for the whole week already&lt;br /&gt;Now getting better&lt;br /&gt;Only hurts abit&lt;br /&gt;But still cant go running&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna cause more injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today didnt go for band&lt;br /&gt;I went for Ee Ming's ROM&lt;br /&gt;It was held at a restaurant at Singapore Botanica Gardens&lt;br /&gt;The scenery is really nice there&lt;br /&gt;Took some pics of the scenery&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony started at about 3.40pm&lt;br /&gt;And lasted for about half an hour&lt;br /&gt;Then had early dinner there&lt;br /&gt;After that I had to come back on my own after hitching a ride from my cousin to Orchard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114139272691989016?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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worrying the Mr Kel wasnt gonna come&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the next moment he came and we just finished signing the card&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody signed the card&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kel was wearing dark colours today from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;Anyone could sense that he's really sad&lt;br /&gt;Nobody had mood for band&lt;br /&gt;Some cried and many others held on to their tears&lt;br /&gt;I tried to console those ppl&lt;br /&gt;I sort of managed to make them stop crying&lt;br /&gt;Hope I realy did help them&lt;br /&gt;I know that it wouldnt last long but at least at that moment&lt;br /&gt;Could tell that everyone didnt feel like doing sectionals&lt;br /&gt;The teacher(s) are just cold blooded&lt;br /&gt;Spare no thoughts for us&lt;br /&gt;Since there were no teachers there&lt;br /&gt;I left it to them to decide whether they wanna continue doing sectionals or just sit there&lt;br /&gt;But everybody no mood&lt;br /&gt;I did something really wrong this time&lt;br /&gt;I shouldnt have invited Mr Kel to PRCS to be conductor in the first place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114078840081766452?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114078840081766452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114078840081766452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114078840081766452' title='today&apos;s just not the right day'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114035789201479941</id><published>2006-02-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:42.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>went to grandma hse today</title><content type='html'>Went to grandma's house today&lt;br /&gt;Saw esther again as usual&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Sunday still see her whenever i go to grandma's house&lt;br /&gt;She just asked me couple of physics tys qns then she went back le&lt;br /&gt;And I went back to eat my laksa&lt;br /&gt;(My cousins)Derek, Valerie, Belinda and I decided to go to the shopping centre near grandma's house&lt;br /&gt;The shopping centre has got nothing except a cinema, Sportslink, NTUC and some shops&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go to Suntec&lt;br /&gt;Everyone except derek was wearing shorts, t-shirt and slippers&lt;br /&gt;I called my dad to come and fetch us there&lt;br /&gt;My dad's real funny&lt;br /&gt;Cause my cousins never sat the car before&lt;br /&gt;Then they were saying about the interior and the comfortable seats&lt;br /&gt;My dad disturb them that it's a spaceship&lt;br /&gt;Then the car got a button to a box&lt;br /&gt;My cousin asked and my dad said it was for us to release our seats in emergencies&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know that my dad was so witty and funny&lt;br /&gt;Then he drove us there and we went to shop on our own&lt;br /&gt;Derek couldnt find the shoes he wanted&lt;br /&gt;The sizes were all gone&lt;br /&gt;Then he treated us to Marche&lt;br /&gt;But we only ate desert&lt;br /&gt;Cause dinner was waiting for us at grandma's house&lt;br /&gt;After that we wanted to get a cab home&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to walk to the main road outside&lt;br /&gt;But who knows we continued walking till we reached the start of the highway&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to walk to the main gate of "The Gateway"&lt;br /&gt;Continued walking till Raffles Hospital&lt;br /&gt;We got on a cab as soon as we got there&lt;br /&gt;The cabby was funny la&lt;br /&gt;He was like wah ur walk from Suntec till here already half the journey back to Whampoa might as well continue to walk there&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;The On family being crazy people of course didnt mind him saying that&lt;br /&gt;We all know that he was joking&lt;br /&gt;Where got cabby got job to do still complain&lt;br /&gt;He's quite a kind person&lt;br /&gt;He supposed to change shift already but then since Whampoa was quite near he didnt mind fetching us there&lt;br /&gt;Reached grandma's house and saw the usual sight&lt;br /&gt;The guys were playing "chap sa ki"&lt;br /&gt;And the ladies were playing mahjong&lt;br /&gt;So the kids just did their own stuff&lt;br /&gt;Grandma cooked mee sua for dinner&lt;br /&gt;The guys went to buy durian but I didnt eat&lt;br /&gt;I was only interested in sleeping&lt;br /&gt;So I sat on the chair and leaned against the wall and fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Slept for quite a while&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114035789201479941?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114035789201479941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114035789201479941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114035789201479941' title='went to grandma hse today'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-114018890741947487</id><published>2006-02-17T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:42.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>human are weird creatures</title><content type='html'>Human are weird creatures&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we know what will take place due to an action&lt;br /&gt;but we still carry on with that action&lt;br /&gt;We know that there will be awkwardness&lt;br /&gt;but we still do it&lt;br /&gt;We could have just simply avoid it&lt;br /&gt;and make things better&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt I do it&lt;br /&gt;I thought of it before&lt;br /&gt;but in the end I didnt do it&lt;br /&gt;It might seem like it doesnt matter to me&lt;br /&gt;but it actually does&lt;br /&gt;Even before the moment I stepped out of the house&lt;br /&gt;I was still hesitating&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop here&lt;br /&gt;Since it has taken place&lt;br /&gt;Time wont turn back and let me change my decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many ppl turned up for band again&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda demoralising&lt;br /&gt;It's not the way to do things&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if it's the attendance or is it some other reasons&lt;br /&gt;But I think Im beginning to dread coming for band prac&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the passion has died&lt;br /&gt;It's just not the place Im supposed to be in&lt;br /&gt;But since Im in it&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a choice&lt;br /&gt;I will do all I can to keep it going until the day I step down officially&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will wash my hands off entirely when I step down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im vexed enough to go crazy now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-114018890741947487?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114018890741947487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/114018890741947487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114018890741947487' title='human are weird creatures'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113993025018696883</id><published>2006-02-14T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:41.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>valentine's day today&lt;br /&gt;but im alone&lt;br /&gt;with only a can of beer and my books&lt;br /&gt;how many years have i been passing valentine's day alone&lt;br /&gt;i guess from the day i was born till now&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when will i ever be not spending valentine's day alone&lt;br /&gt;maybe next year maybe never&lt;br /&gt;hopefully is next year&lt;br /&gt;i can have the first valentine's day dinner with you next year&lt;br /&gt;happy valentine's day&lt;br /&gt;i nv spend much time with you today&lt;br /&gt;but at least you are still there&lt;br /&gt;i will love you now and forever&lt;br /&gt;i will always be there to listen to you and support you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113993025018696883?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113993025018696883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113993025018696883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113993025018696883' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113964326072003308</id><published>2006-02-11T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:41.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shayne Ward-That's My Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shayne Ward-That's My Goal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm yea yea yeaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where I come from&lt;br /&gt;You know my story&lt;br /&gt;You know why I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Please don't go&lt;br /&gt;Don't be in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to make it clear&lt;br /&gt;Make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know I've acted foolish&lt;br /&gt;But I promise you no more&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found that something&lt;br /&gt;Worth reaching for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to lie to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to say I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;That I've finally thought it through&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to let your love go&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up oh no&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to win your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;That's my goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't go&lt;br /&gt;You know that I need you&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;Live without you&lt;br /&gt;Be without you&lt;br /&gt;Well I know I've acted foolish&lt;br /&gt;But I promise you no more&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to lie to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to say I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;That I've finally thought it through&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to let your love go&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up oh no&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to win your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;That's my goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I won't stop believing&lt;br /&gt;That we will be leaving together&lt;br /&gt;So when I say I love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll mean it forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Ever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to lie to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to say I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;That I've finally thought it through&lt;br /&gt;(Oh I'm ready)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to let your love go&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up oh no&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to win your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;(That's why I'm here babe)&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm here to win your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;That's my goal&lt;br /&gt;That's my goal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113964326072003308?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113964326072003308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113964326072003308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113964326072003308' title='Shayne Ward-That&apos;s My Goal'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113870996836639553</id><published>2006-01-31T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:41.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finish of public holiday back to sch</title><content type='html'>after today no more holiday&lt;br /&gt;gotta go back to sch&lt;br /&gt;but for those who are doing business is a good day to open&lt;br /&gt;then tml also good for cutting hair&lt;br /&gt;so i suppose tml will have alot of ppl cutting their hair&lt;br /&gt;but still cny for another 12 more days&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;still got chances of getting ang bao&lt;br /&gt;but ang bao not really important la&lt;br /&gt;more important is family reunion&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;since when did i start to put family that important&lt;br /&gt;but my family is made up of a bunch of great ppl&lt;br /&gt;always have alot of fun when with them&lt;br /&gt;we can come up with all sorts of things and jokes&lt;br /&gt;i love my family okie&lt;br /&gt;cny this year dont feel like cny&lt;br /&gt;feels like some weekend&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;feel so cheated of my weekend&lt;br /&gt;but still cny right&lt;br /&gt;got abit of the cny fun and mood la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113870996836639553?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113870996836639553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113870996836639553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113870996836639553' title='finish of public holiday back to sch'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113841296569287345</id><published>2006-01-28T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:41.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>Looks like we have been getting further&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are just too busy&lt;br /&gt;We do not have much time for each other now&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is some other reasons&lt;br /&gt;I dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long&lt;br /&gt;For more than a year&lt;br /&gt;I still haven told you all that I wanna tell you&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am really a failure at this&lt;br /&gt;I will try to tell you when I am ready okay&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have sank in too deep to come out&lt;br /&gt;I made my decision&lt;br /&gt;But you haven seemed to have made yours&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna know your decision&lt;br /&gt;Your decision need not to take place now&lt;br /&gt;It can take place when you think your ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this will be a long wait&lt;br /&gt;And I will miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;Im already missing you&lt;br /&gt;Even if I dont see you for a minute&lt;br /&gt;I start to miss you&lt;br /&gt;What's more if I wont get to see you for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very sure now that I really love you&lt;br /&gt;It may be a one-sided love maybe two-sided&lt;br /&gt;But I will not give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody asked me this&lt;br /&gt;"What if you* get married with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Will I still wait?"&lt;br /&gt;I said "I would continue waiting"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113841296569287345?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113841296569287345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113841296569287345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113841296569287345' title='I miss you'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113841178706991572</id><published>2006-01-28T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:41.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up these few days..</title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;Early wishing cause I wont be coming home  tonight&lt;br /&gt;Will only be home on Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;Then leave again after sleeping for few hours&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is the time of year which I lose sleep&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda busy this week with all the tests&lt;br /&gt;Got 4 tests and 1 surprise test this week&lt;br /&gt;So altogether got 5 tests&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have more&lt;br /&gt;But already reach the limit for the week&lt;br /&gt;On wed after cny&lt;br /&gt;We are gonna have test again&lt;br /&gt;The whole time we are having test&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is what happens when we are sitting for O's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im very tired already&lt;br /&gt;Tired from carrying all those responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will just continue carrying them till the end of O's&lt;br /&gt;After that I think I need a break&lt;br /&gt;Even if I were to work&lt;br /&gt;I would take a month break first&lt;br /&gt;I need to relax&lt;br /&gt;Im already too stressed&lt;br /&gt;Cannot take this any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 months time&lt;br /&gt;It will be time to step down&lt;br /&gt;I will be less stress then&lt;br /&gt;After 3 and a half years in band&lt;br /&gt;I feel that that's not the place I wanna be in&lt;br /&gt;I do like music&lt;br /&gt;But I like sports more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I have been into sports at a young age&lt;br /&gt;From badminton to swimming to sea sports&lt;br /&gt;When Im involved with sports&lt;br /&gt;I feel much relax and happier&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will nv enter a band room again&lt;br /&gt;But I will still carry on playing drums&lt;br /&gt;But for this year I dont think I wanna play drums&lt;br /&gt;As a leisure&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind&lt;br /&gt;But I dont wanna get involved in playing for church this year&lt;br /&gt;Next year I will be involved again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113841178706991572?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113841178706991572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113841178706991572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113841178706991572' title='what&apos;s up these few days..'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113724704532529555</id><published>2006-01-14T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:41.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im afraid of rainy days</title><content type='html'>a question for everyone..&lt;br /&gt;what if u wake up one day and find someone close to u missing what will u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point of time&lt;br /&gt;one of my greatest fears is rainy days&lt;br /&gt;whenever it rains i feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;and i start thinking of everything again&lt;br /&gt;i wish that someone will be there with me but she isnt there&lt;br /&gt;maybe there's only me in my world&lt;br /&gt;even when i open the door to her&lt;br /&gt;she nv seems to step in&lt;br /&gt;i wish that it will change one day&lt;br /&gt;but so far it nv changes&lt;br /&gt;i waited abt 1 year but im still standing here alone&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's not her who has nv stepped in&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt step into her life in the first place&lt;br /&gt;everytime we seem close to being together again&lt;br /&gt;but sadly we nv reach that point&lt;br /&gt;maybe what happened 1 year and 3 months ago still give u the shivers&lt;br /&gt;that's y u cannot accept me still&lt;br /&gt;i will give u time&lt;br /&gt;i will leave u alone to think through and make ur choice&lt;br /&gt;but whoever may be ur ultimate choice doesnt change my stand&lt;br /&gt;i will always be there for you and love you unconditionally for as long as i live&lt;br /&gt;and i will be waiting for you still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113724704532529555?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113724704532529555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113724704532529555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113724704532529555' title='im afraid of rainy days'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113698922825720890</id><published>2006-01-11T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:41.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascada - Everytime We Touch Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Cascada - Everytime We Touch Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hear your voice, when you sleep next to me.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel your touch in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Without you it's hard to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my heart beat slow.&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go.&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky.&lt;br /&gt;They wipe away tears that I cry.&lt;br /&gt;The good and the bad times, we've been through them all.&lt;br /&gt;You make me rise when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.&lt;br /&gt;I need you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my heart beat slow.&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go.&lt;br /&gt;I want you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast.&lt;br /&gt;I want this to last.&lt;br /&gt;I need u by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113698922825720890?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113698922825720890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113698922825720890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113698922825720890' title='Cascada - Everytime We Touch Lyrics'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113681598869960067</id><published>2006-01-09T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:41.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>din blog yesterday</title><content type='html'>for probably the first time in history&lt;br /&gt;i din blog on the 8th which was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;there was a jam in my brain&lt;br /&gt;wasnt thinking straight too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i haven really adjusted to schooling again&lt;br /&gt;having to wake up early and try not to fall asleep in lessons&lt;br /&gt;but so far i have been falling asleep in lessons&lt;br /&gt;not used to working my brain in the morning&lt;br /&gt;this year kinda stressed up&lt;br /&gt;first day of sch and we start studying&lt;br /&gt;so that means im gonna be real busy on books down the road&lt;br /&gt;for now i shall stop thinking of study&lt;br /&gt;gotta enjoy also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml i will be out with my cousin to find my new year clothes&lt;br /&gt;im a failure in this&lt;br /&gt;i just intend to look for one dark red long sleeve shirt for the first day&lt;br /&gt;and i think for the rest of the days im gonna wear black?&lt;br /&gt;haha!!&lt;br /&gt;so inauspicious to wear black&lt;br /&gt;but i dont wanna buy too many bright colours shirt knowing i wouldnt wear them&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i wouldnt even find a shirt for the first day&lt;br /&gt;so we shall see&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113681598869960067?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113681598869960067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113681598869960067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113681598869960067' title='din blog yesterday'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113663243943545461</id><published>2006-01-07T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:41.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still here..</title><content type='html'>i seriously need loads and tons of courage&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there are things which i want to tell you&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i see or hear your voice i just cant say them out&lt;br /&gt;and i get lost from there&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dont say them out&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont know if i should&lt;br /&gt;i dont want you to get the wrong idea&lt;br /&gt;sometimes im on the verge of asking something&lt;br /&gt;but you sort of tell me your answer before i ask my question&lt;br /&gt;so i decide to keep those words back&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things dont go the way i want them to&lt;br /&gt;and i will just be taken by shock and go what to do now&lt;br /&gt;everytime my answer is the same&lt;br /&gt;i just keep them back and take it that nothing was supposed to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;length of time doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;i will wait for you&lt;br /&gt;i believe you are back&lt;br /&gt;maybe im wrong&lt;br /&gt;but you wont accept yet&lt;br /&gt;you have your reason and i understand&lt;br /&gt;i have gone in deep and im gonna be stubborn&lt;br /&gt;i wont come out&lt;br /&gt;i wish this isnt going to be a ride&lt;br /&gt;and find ourselves back at the same point again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if tml's date still matters to you&lt;br /&gt;it does matter to me&lt;br /&gt;but as for you, you have to answer this question yourself&lt;br /&gt;i cant help you answer even though im quite sure of your answer&lt;br /&gt;tell me if im right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113663243943545461?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113663243943545461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113663243943545461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113663243943545461' title='still here..'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113613935955688389</id><published>2006-01-02T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:41.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year..</title><content type='html'>hey!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL YOU PPL OUT THERE..&lt;br /&gt;MAY ALL UR WISHES AND DREAMS COME TRUE..&lt;br /&gt;went for countdown party 2 nights before..&lt;br /&gt;felt that the techno abit too soft..&lt;br /&gt;should have been louder and they should increase the bass by loads man..&lt;br /&gt;wahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113613935955688389?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113613935955688389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113613935955688389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113613935955688389' title='New year..'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113551529438987915</id><published>2005-12-25T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:41.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year doesnt seem like Christmas&lt;br /&gt;no countdown&lt;br /&gt;no mood&lt;br /&gt;everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;there's something missing&lt;br /&gt;this year and last few years just so diff&lt;br /&gt;im just beginning to bury myself in my books and music&lt;br /&gt;but soon i will be fading away from music&lt;br /&gt;i dont even feel like playing com some time&lt;br /&gt;my soul's gone&lt;br /&gt;find it hard to even find joy&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;i wont think of shorting my life&lt;br /&gt;too many things i wish to do and haven do&lt;br /&gt;im just afraid i might give up on everyone&lt;br /&gt;sometimes being alone feels so good&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go think it over all over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113551529438987915?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113551529438987915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113551529438987915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113551529438987915' title='dead Christmas'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113551230076228277</id><published>2005-12-25T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:41.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas day..</title><content type='html'>hey everyone out there..&lt;br /&gt;haha!!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all..&lt;br /&gt;May all ur wishes come true ..&lt;br /&gt;just like i wish mine would come true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113551230076228277?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113551230076228277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113551230076228277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113551230076228277' title='Christmas day..'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113516068122589170</id><published>2005-12-21T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:40.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas is coming</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming&lt;br /&gt;hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;haha!!&lt;br /&gt;i've got one Christmas wish for this year&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i need to say much&lt;br /&gt;you should know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;i dont want anything for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;i only want you&lt;br /&gt;that's the best present i could ever get&lt;br /&gt;only you can make this wish oome true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113516068122589170?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113516068122589170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113516068122589170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113516068122589170' title='christmas is coming'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113456773573787733</id><published>2005-12-14T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:40.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this dream seemed so real</title><content type='html'>man!&lt;br /&gt;this morning had this freaky dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i died..&lt;br /&gt;i died because i was caught for underage smoking&lt;br /&gt;i was 16 years old when i got caught&lt;br /&gt;i died and when to this place&lt;br /&gt;had this sort of like guardian to accompany me&lt;br /&gt;as i was standing at something like a window and looking at earth&lt;br /&gt;i was blaming myself for being so stupid to smoke and lose my life&lt;br /&gt;i asked him whether there was any way to go back to earth&lt;br /&gt;he told me that there was no way but to sneak back&lt;br /&gt;but i had to be very careful that i dont get find out&lt;br /&gt;if not i will nv be able to go to earth again&lt;br /&gt;so i waited till the guards went off and i sneak to earth&lt;br /&gt;i went to find my mum and dad first&lt;br /&gt;they were sleeping already&lt;br /&gt;and i woke them up&lt;br /&gt;they were kinda shock to c me&lt;br /&gt;i told them im already dead but have come back to see them&lt;br /&gt;din talk much to them&lt;br /&gt;just told them to take care and i love them&lt;br /&gt;then i left their room&lt;br /&gt;i went to the living room saw mt and her bro there&lt;br /&gt;i got no idea why they were at my hse&lt;br /&gt;they were counting something couldnt make out what was that&lt;br /&gt;then i walked back to my room&lt;br /&gt;was really late at night already close to midnight&lt;br /&gt;suddenly my phone rang&lt;br /&gt;it was esther&lt;br /&gt;she was at *your hse&lt;br /&gt;she asked me whether i was surprised that she called me using *your hse phone&lt;br /&gt;then i told her something like&lt;br /&gt;"at least u can still get married i cannot"&lt;br /&gt;then i said to esther that i can count on her to take care of *you&lt;br /&gt;the phone call ended there&lt;br /&gt;then i left to the place where i came from&lt;br /&gt;at that point of time only my parents knew i have died my friends werent aware&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back there i was thinking of coming to earth again for the last time&lt;br /&gt;to ask my parents to treat *you well, help *you in any way they can and take care of *you cause i really love *you alot&lt;br /&gt;i had to tell esther and mt that i was dead already and to ask them to help me take care of *you&lt;br /&gt;the next and last person i had to go and break the news , spend some time with and talk to is *you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i did come back again but i could only stay for 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;i talked to my parents mt and esther for 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;they agreed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was 3 hours left&lt;br /&gt;then i went to look *you&lt;br /&gt;i told *you that i was dead already&lt;br /&gt;i gave *you that ring which i was supposed to give to *you and my own ring&lt;br /&gt;i told *you to keep them with *you cause im gone already&lt;br /&gt;when *you think of me just take them out&lt;br /&gt;*you started crying&lt;br /&gt;*you didnt believe that i was dead already&lt;br /&gt;i told *you that if *you ever find someone who loves *you like i do dont hesitate&lt;br /&gt;then i gave *you the last hug&lt;br /&gt;and i left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole dream ended here&lt;br /&gt;i was crying in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up i found myself crying too&lt;br /&gt;the dream was really real&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was really dead&lt;br /&gt;luckily i woke up and found myself still alive&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna die yet&lt;br /&gt;there are too many things that i haven done&lt;br /&gt;i told myself i nv wanna do something silly that will cause my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe everyone should think abt what they were to do&lt;br /&gt;if this wasnt a dream but really did happen&lt;br /&gt;and it happened on you what are u gonna do&lt;br /&gt;treasure life and spend it with your love ones&lt;br /&gt;you nv know when ur life will end&lt;br /&gt;i thought that i really died so now is like my 2nd life&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna waste all my lifetime i have left&lt;br /&gt;im gonna spend it with my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;i want *you to be part of my life and share every moment with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113456773573787733?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113456773573787733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113456773573787733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113456773573787733' title='this dream seemed so real'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113410736153242643</id><published>2005-12-09T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:40.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going out soon..</title><content type='html'>yeah!&lt;br /&gt;today afternoon im gonna take a break from books..&lt;br /&gt;will be back at night to carry on with my books..&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go to town today..&lt;br /&gt;with xiao beani and jaer..&lt;br /&gt;will be online at night..&lt;br /&gt;anyone looking for me regarding anything just call my hp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113410736153242643?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113410736153242643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113410736153242643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113410736153242643' title='going out soon..'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113405560486994327</id><published>2005-12-08T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:40.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20th Anniversary..</title><content type='html'>20th month today..&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want this to continue&lt;br /&gt;i want to start this all over again with you&lt;br /&gt;we have gone through so much&lt;br /&gt;i should say we have gone through one of the toughest obstacles&lt;br /&gt;after going through so much we should be very sure of our feelings for each other now&lt;br /&gt;i know distance wont pull us apart&lt;br /&gt;it will only make us miss each other more and waiting for the time we can spend together&lt;br /&gt;it pulls us even closer&lt;br /&gt;it makes us treasure every min spent together&lt;br /&gt;even if it's for one min only&lt;br /&gt;i will treasure it&lt;br /&gt;every moment with you is my happiest moment in life&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is just so right that no words can express that feeling&lt;br /&gt;i know you are the one for me&lt;br /&gt;im as sure as anyone can ever be&lt;br /&gt;i will nv regret loving you so much&lt;br /&gt;even though i know the price to pay is high&lt;br /&gt;i will nv regret being with you&lt;br /&gt;i cant bear to let u go every time we have to left each other&lt;br /&gt;but we know we will meet up someday&lt;br /&gt;and we'll look forward to that day&lt;br /&gt;u are the one who gives me the strength to overcome all my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo hen xiang ni, mei yi fen mei yi miao dou mei you wang guo ni..&lt;br /&gt;wo hui yong wo de yi qie, rang ni mei tian dou kai xin, yong yuan gan jue de dao wo de ai..&lt;br /&gt;wo ai ni..&lt;br /&gt;yi zhi zai deng ni rang wo pang ni dai shang shu yu ni de jie zi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113405560486994327?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113405560486994327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113405560486994327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113405560486994327' title='Happy 20th Anniversary..'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113397283864170705</id><published>2005-12-07T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:40.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post on outings..</title><content type='html'>monday..&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed myself thoroughly&lt;br /&gt;trust me no words can describe how much i enjoyed myself&lt;br /&gt;only those ppl will know&lt;br /&gt;cause we enjoyed ourselves to the maximum&lt;br /&gt;somebody made us laugh like there was no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;totally no image man trust me&lt;br /&gt;but i dont mind u see&lt;br /&gt;it's very common to me&lt;br /&gt;everybody was laughing and having fun&lt;br /&gt;caught a show n played arcade&lt;br /&gt;bought quite alot of things and ate quite alot too&lt;br /&gt;ate too full that i felt like sleeping&lt;br /&gt;but this is all part of the fun right&lt;br /&gt;without them it would be so incomplete&lt;br /&gt;and without that somebody my life will be so incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only u made me feel that type of happiness which i nv felt&lt;br /&gt;only u made me feel truly in love&lt;br /&gt;only u made me change my opinions on many things&lt;br /&gt;only u made it possible for my life to be changed&lt;br /&gt;only u have the way to my heart&lt;br /&gt;only u do i want to spend the rest of my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today..&lt;br /&gt;went out to tm&lt;br /&gt;went out with my aus cousins&lt;br /&gt;bought some stuff for my performance&lt;br /&gt;got the bottom and shoes already&lt;br /&gt;left the shirt haven buy&lt;br /&gt;the shirt very easy to buy so no worries&lt;br /&gt;missed talking to u online&lt;br /&gt;cause i was out the entire night until 10pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113397283864170705?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113397283864170705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113397283864170705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113397283864170705' title='post on outings..'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113318640277611884</id><published>2005-11-28T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:40.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ben's wedding</title><content type='html'>yesterday ben got married&lt;br /&gt;actually he's already married with huilyn&lt;br /&gt;the wedding dinner is just to officially announce their marriage&lt;br /&gt;but the feeling of seeing them walk down that red carpet is good&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering whether i would have a chance to do the same with you&lt;br /&gt;yesterday drank abit of alcohol&lt;br /&gt;got cheated twice&lt;br /&gt;tar 2 cups of beer and 1 cup of whiskey&lt;br /&gt;the whiskey go down my whole body hot ar&lt;br /&gt;but better train up now&lt;br /&gt;so that on my wedding wont get drunk&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know now think of getting married abit early&lt;br /&gt;i nv used to think of getting married&lt;br /&gt;until i met u and started loving you&lt;br /&gt;i told myself&lt;br /&gt;getting married with someone u love is something very special&lt;br /&gt;that's when i decided that i wanna marry you in future&lt;br /&gt;when the time is right i will marry&lt;br /&gt;my wedding might not have many guests&lt;br /&gt;im not rich enough to have a very grand wedding&lt;br /&gt;but i will make it as grand as possible&lt;br /&gt;who comes and who doesnt dont really matter to me&lt;br /&gt;more importantly is those who comes will give us their blessings&lt;br /&gt;even if no one turns up, the wedding still goes on&lt;br /&gt;to me a wedding is an affair of two ppl&lt;br /&gt;the other ppl is just there to grace the occasion&lt;br /&gt;hope to walk down that red carpet with you one day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113318640277611884?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113318640277611884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113318640277611884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113318640277611884' title='ben&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113249869344813764</id><published>2005-11-20T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:40.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all those memories will stay within me</title><content type='html'>i went out happily but i din come back happily&lt;br /&gt;suddenly everything became dark to me&lt;br /&gt;my mind was blank&lt;br /&gt;i was standing there in a daze&lt;br /&gt;i just couldnt think of anything&lt;br /&gt;my brain was dead&lt;br /&gt;i just started sweating alot&lt;br /&gt;i tried to lie to myself that it was not true&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt&lt;br /&gt;cause i know it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw this day coming&lt;br /&gt;but nv tot that it would come so soon&lt;br /&gt;so much so i wanted to just walk away&lt;br /&gt;and let those tears just drop&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt&lt;br /&gt;i had to put a false front in front of grandma and cousins&lt;br /&gt;i had to smile&lt;br /&gt;i knew i couldnt&lt;br /&gt;but i had to&lt;br /&gt;i tried hard to fake a smile&lt;br /&gt;i was really hard&lt;br /&gt;it din last long&lt;br /&gt;each fake smile lasted for a few seconds&lt;br /&gt;and my face was all blank again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last i could leave them&lt;br /&gt;i din know what to do&lt;br /&gt;but i only knew i wanted to get on that train back to pasir ris&lt;br /&gt;i decided to look at those pictures&lt;br /&gt;i felt so guilty and hurt&lt;br /&gt;that smile on ur face was going to be gone again&lt;br /&gt;that smile which u got back after all that hardships&lt;br /&gt;the happiness that we finally shared after so long&lt;br /&gt;the part of me that was lost and now found again&lt;br /&gt;tears just started flooding&lt;br /&gt;i told myself they arent going to drop&lt;br /&gt;until i reach pasir ris&lt;br /&gt;so i persevered and did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got on the bus&lt;br /&gt;i decided where i wanted to alight&lt;br /&gt;but after that phone call&lt;br /&gt;i was started hesistating whether i should alight&lt;br /&gt;should i or should i not&lt;br /&gt;was what i was thinking off stops after stops&lt;br /&gt;finally i made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;i chose to alight there&lt;br /&gt;something told me either u go or u regret&lt;br /&gt;i knew exactly what to do and where was the right place&lt;br /&gt;even at the point of that place&lt;br /&gt;i was still thinking whether to look up or not&lt;br /&gt;i finally found that courage and looked up&lt;br /&gt;it was bright&lt;br /&gt;but the windows werent open&lt;br /&gt;probably cause it was raining&lt;br /&gt;from that moment&lt;br /&gt;i knew the tears had to come down&lt;br /&gt;i do not have the ability to control anymore&lt;br /&gt;so it just continued till i reached the void deck of my house&lt;br /&gt;tonight i decided to walk every route which we ever walked&lt;br /&gt;and i did it&lt;br /&gt;i walked all the way home&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe that i could actually remember those routes which we took&lt;br /&gt;the rain and contact lens was useful this time&lt;br /&gt;the rain helped to cover my tears&lt;br /&gt;contact lens helped to create an excuse for my eyes being red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home&lt;br /&gt;and i had to put on that damn smile which i had to fake&lt;br /&gt;i just hung ard for awhile&lt;br /&gt;couldnt control again&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go and bathe&lt;br /&gt;i just continued to cry in there&lt;br /&gt;no one could c&lt;br /&gt;i din have to put on a false front&lt;br /&gt;i know it wont be easy to get over this&lt;br /&gt;and neither would i want to ever forget anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid that i would start crying when i c u face to face&lt;br /&gt;seeing at ur pics and just recalling ur looks can already make me burst out into tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u r feeling no better than me&lt;br /&gt;at least i still have pics of u but u dont&lt;br /&gt;but i know u still can remember the look of me&lt;br /&gt;without looking at the pics&lt;br /&gt;just like i can&lt;br /&gt;for u to smile again is going to be hard&lt;br /&gt;i can understand&lt;br /&gt;i also find it hard to smile again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im willing to wait for 6 years before we get our lawfully freedom&lt;br /&gt;by then no one would be able to stop us again&lt;br /&gt;i believe our love can last&lt;br /&gt;how abt u&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is really a test for us&lt;br /&gt;if we get thru this and reach the final point 6 years from now&lt;br /&gt;no one will break us up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something that i was always afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;i was always afraid that u will leave me someday&lt;br /&gt;but i have faith that u will not leave me&lt;br /&gt;even if u do&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that u will find someone&lt;br /&gt;who really treats u well and gives u the best in everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our memories will carry on living just like us&lt;br /&gt;they will be waiting for us to multiply them together&lt;br /&gt;the memories that we have so far arent alot&lt;br /&gt;but they will really be kept close to my heart&lt;br /&gt;everything that we have been thru and done will nv be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;every feeling that i had for/with you&lt;br /&gt;will be felt every moment&lt;br /&gt;even at this very moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything that i do from now&lt;br /&gt;will be all done for you and our future&lt;br /&gt;if i have any difficulty,&lt;br /&gt;trust me u will be the one that will spur me on&lt;br /&gt;even though u might not be there physically&lt;br /&gt;but somehow ur presence is always felt by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u might not be the first to read this but it doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;as long as u read it&lt;br /&gt;and get to see what i wanted to say to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember what i said abt the stars&lt;br /&gt;every star represents how much i miss you&lt;br /&gt;there will be nv a day without stars&lt;br /&gt;cause the sun will always be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the rain brings back many of our memories&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that when u have the time&lt;br /&gt;walk those routes which we walked before and recall back&lt;br /&gt;i hope i will nv be forgotten by you&lt;br /&gt;cause i will nv forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say this to you but i nv had the chance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wo yuan yi dang ni yi bei zi de shou hu tian shi&lt;br /&gt;xian zai shi, yi hou ye shi&lt;br /&gt;wo si le yi hou, hai hui yi zhi shou hu zhe ni&lt;br /&gt;wo ai ni&lt;br /&gt;ye hui yi zhi xiang zhe ni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113249869344813764?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113249869344813764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113249869344813764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113249869344813764' title='all those memories will stay within me'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113212441402490273</id><published>2005-11-16T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:40.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last 2nd day of foundation programme</title><content type='html'>last 2nd day of foundation programme..&lt;br /&gt;everybody should be feeling happy now..&lt;br /&gt;but this holidays everybody got loads of homework&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna kill me soon&lt;br /&gt;after missing out on 1 week of school&lt;br /&gt;got lots of things i din get to learn&lt;br /&gt;especially a maths&lt;br /&gt;din understand the whole chapter at all&lt;br /&gt;was just lost all the time&lt;br /&gt;maybe i need to do a big revision on this year's topics&lt;br /&gt;anyway got lots of things to catch up on and for me to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113212441402490273?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113212441402490273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113212441402490273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113212441402490273' title='last 2nd day of foundation programme'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113180991633595530</id><published>2005-11-12T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:40.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd and 4th day of NCO camp</title><content type='html'>FOURTH DAY..&lt;br /&gt;had lecture the first thing in the morning&lt;br /&gt;isnt really a lecture&lt;br /&gt;it's more like a history lesson&lt;br /&gt;got to know abt why bands started in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;saw 2 video clips on military bands and their formation&lt;br /&gt;and off we went for foot drill training&lt;br /&gt;we practiced on the march pass&lt;br /&gt;everything went smoothly&lt;br /&gt;went for break&lt;br /&gt;came back and started the Passing Out Parade(POP) rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;had POP rehearsal for the rest of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH DAY aka LAST DAY.. ='(&lt;br /&gt;last day before lunch was POP rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;everything went on fine&lt;br /&gt;just as expected&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;got break from lunch all the way till 6pm&lt;br /&gt;we could do anything but we have gotta dress up by then&lt;br /&gt;after that fall in at the form up area&lt;br /&gt;gotta prepare for POP&lt;br /&gt;all in all i should say POP was a sucess&lt;br /&gt;just that got one part we din get to salute&lt;br /&gt;other than that everytime was right&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna to pass out man&lt;br /&gt;NCO camp is so fun&lt;br /&gt;first day was hell&lt;br /&gt;but by the 2nd day&lt;br /&gt;it was beginning to be so fun&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna go home man&lt;br /&gt;all the DMs went crazy after we finish our performance&lt;br /&gt;actually i should say we went already crazy at the start of the camp&lt;br /&gt;apart from training time&lt;br /&gt;everyone was laughing so happily everyday&lt;br /&gt;every moment rather&lt;br /&gt;got to know many many other DMs&lt;br /&gt;dont look at DMs and think that they are serious&lt;br /&gt;cause im telling u&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE NOT!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;we are a bunch of crazy ppl&lt;br /&gt;i dont want NCO camp to finish man!&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss NCO camp&lt;br /&gt;the memories of NCO camp&lt;br /&gt;the ppl of NCO camp&lt;br /&gt;31st NCOs well done guys!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those who came for my POP&lt;br /&gt;hope ur enjoyed our show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;5 DAYS WITHOUT SEEING YOU WAS TORTUROUS&lt;br /&gt;YOU COULD NOT IMAGINE HOW MUCH I MISS YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU HELPED ME PERSEVERE THRU ALL THE TRAINING&lt;br /&gt;THINKING OF YOU GAVE ME THE COURAGE&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE LOVING YOU ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;PROMISE THAT YOU WOULDNT LEAVE ME&lt;br /&gt;JUST LIKE I WOULD NV LEAVE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113180991633595530?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113180991633595530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113180991633595530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113180991633595530' title='3rd and 4th day of NCO camp'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113154100975037058</id><published>2005-11-09T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:40.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd and 3rd day of NCO</title><content type='html'>SECOND DAY...&lt;br /&gt;had display band technique the first thing in the morning&lt;br /&gt;breakfast was next&lt;br /&gt;had fried noodles&lt;br /&gt;after break was MACE TRAINING&lt;br /&gt;conducted by 2 officers from the Singapore Police Band&lt;br /&gt;we added more steps to the 5 phrases&lt;br /&gt;everybody got much more things to remember&lt;br /&gt;did quite a few errors&lt;br /&gt;but they werent major errors&lt;br /&gt;so just continued practicing the whole thing over and over again(only group A and C)&lt;br /&gt;got the whole thing right at last&lt;br /&gt;had lunch after that tiring few hours&lt;br /&gt;i din eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;then came back for MACE TRAINING again&lt;br /&gt;this time was all the DMs training together&lt;br /&gt;we did the whole thing couple of times&lt;br /&gt;i ain gonna say what we'll be doing here&lt;br /&gt;im only gonna say after the whole parade has ended&lt;br /&gt;repeated doing the whole parade formation thing until break&lt;br /&gt;after break was drills&lt;br /&gt;conducted by army personnel&lt;br /&gt;just did basic drills and got to go home early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD DAY..&lt;br /&gt;had the last display band technique of the camp&lt;br /&gt;manage to complete the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;we memorize all the steps&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;WAY TO GO DMs!&lt;br /&gt;i guess everybody was feeling very happy&lt;br /&gt;we were let off for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;today's breakfast was fried rice&lt;br /&gt;i ate 2 packets&lt;br /&gt;OPPS! =X&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;just felt hungry&lt;br /&gt;then had games&lt;br /&gt;amazing race&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt say that it's very fun&lt;br /&gt;we knew where all those stations were&lt;br /&gt;as we walk around we could c&lt;br /&gt;i got an injury from the 1st station&lt;br /&gt;the skipping rope hit my sunburn on my neck&lt;br /&gt;the feeling was like the skin was splitting&lt;br /&gt;started being quiet&lt;br /&gt;was too pain&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt talk&lt;br /&gt;my team thot we would finish last but we din&lt;br /&gt;phew!&lt;br /&gt;after games was LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;i din eat&lt;br /&gt;i normally dont eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;cause breakfast quite close to lunch&lt;br /&gt;had MACE TRAINING again&lt;br /&gt;this time is fun&lt;br /&gt;we just did the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;from the start to the end&lt;br /&gt;then had once or twice is together with the BMs&lt;br /&gt;had break again&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;we seem to be having breaks after each segement&lt;br /&gt;after break was foot drill and the passing out parade&lt;br /&gt;dont get mixed up&lt;br /&gt;we got 2 segements&lt;br /&gt;one is passing out parade and one is formation&lt;br /&gt;it was drizzling&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the multi purpose hall to gather&lt;br /&gt;had the training in case on friday it rains&lt;br /&gt;im sure none of us want it to rain&lt;br /&gt;after all the hardwork, effort, scolding we received n the burns we suffer now&lt;br /&gt;we would wanna showcase what we have been doing and learning&lt;br /&gt;so let's pray hard&lt;br /&gt;after we did finish the wet weather programme&lt;br /&gt;we went back into the field&lt;br /&gt;did the passing out parade&lt;br /&gt;only some ppl have special task&lt;br /&gt;other than that the rest of us have simple tasks&lt;br /&gt;quite easy&lt;br /&gt;just few things to learn&lt;br /&gt;so it was home sweet home again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113154100975037058?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113154100975037058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113154100975037058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113154100975037058' title='2nd and 3rd day of NCO'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113146579432209227</id><published>2005-11-08T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:40.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th month anniversary</title><content type='html'>19th month anniversary..&lt;br /&gt;cant spend it with you&lt;br /&gt;i want the 19th to become 1st&lt;br /&gt;start all over again&lt;br /&gt;a new relationship which will not have the mistakes we made the other time&lt;br /&gt;the grow of love for you is increasing every single minute and moment&lt;br /&gt;there is not a single moment when you are forgotten by me&lt;br /&gt;trust me&lt;br /&gt;im very touched by you&lt;br /&gt;all that you did are appreciated&lt;br /&gt;you made me awake&lt;br /&gt;made me realise that i was going the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;u made me realised that i had gone a big round&lt;br /&gt;before knowing that i did not have to look far&lt;br /&gt;the person i have given my heart to&lt;br /&gt;was already right in front of me all the time&lt;br /&gt;and has nv left my side&lt;br /&gt;i was dumb to have hurt you&lt;br /&gt;i was dumb not to realised that you were all the time there&lt;br /&gt;i should have treated you much much better&lt;br /&gt;that's why im not repeating my mistakes again&lt;br /&gt;im gonna treat you the very best i can&lt;br /&gt;and im not gonna let you get hurt ever again&lt;br /&gt;there's no one else i can love more other than you&lt;br /&gt;you are my number one now and forever more&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this anniversary is going to end soon&lt;br /&gt;few more mins and it will be over&lt;br /&gt;it's a very memorable anniversary for me&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how abt you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113146579432209227?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113146579432209227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113146579432209227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113146579432209227' title='19th month anniversary'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113136685685663860</id><published>2005-11-07T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:40.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of NCO</title><content type='html'>first day of NCO camp..&lt;br /&gt;we had briefing&lt;br /&gt;had ice breaker after that&lt;br /&gt;got to know some ppl&lt;br /&gt;after ice breaker was breakfast&lt;br /&gt;i din eat&lt;br /&gt;still full&lt;br /&gt;went to the field after that for display band technique&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt apply to drum majors&lt;br /&gt;but we also learn&lt;br /&gt;after that was lunch&lt;br /&gt;i din eat again&lt;br /&gt;din feel like eating&lt;br /&gt;no mood la&lt;br /&gt;nv c or talk to you&lt;br /&gt;after lunch was hell&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but we enjoyed it still&lt;br /&gt;we had mace training&lt;br /&gt;the trainer was really strict&lt;br /&gt;he taught everything quite fast&lt;br /&gt;couldnt catch hold of what he said&lt;br /&gt;but still manage to bluff thru for the first part&lt;br /&gt;guess it was because i was thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;my whole head was in lala land&lt;br /&gt;my head had nothing but you&lt;br /&gt;i will try to concentrate hard for the other sessions&lt;br /&gt;but very hard&lt;br /&gt;today tried very hard also&lt;br /&gt;but the thought of you just keeps coming into my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the second part got break&lt;br /&gt;everyone skipped their break and practiced the mace&lt;br /&gt;most of us first time playing the mace&lt;br /&gt;finally i clarified all those parts which was marked a question mark&lt;br /&gt;so had more confidence after that&lt;br /&gt;second half did a combination&lt;br /&gt;like our steps for the parade and all those&lt;br /&gt;only group B got formation&lt;br /&gt;group A and C no formation (im in group C)&lt;br /&gt;but we have to do a mirror image&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting&lt;br /&gt;but got all messed up&lt;br /&gt;the first time we tried&lt;br /&gt;my group was suppose to turn left and we turned right&lt;br /&gt;the instructor was laughing at us for a moment&lt;br /&gt;then he became strict again&lt;br /&gt;he made us raise our left hand then our right&lt;br /&gt;we seemed like lost sheeps&lt;br /&gt;dont know which way to turn&lt;br /&gt;by the end of the session today&lt;br /&gt;i know 6 diff mace techniques&lt;br /&gt;5 out of 20 plus parts of the parade formation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113136685685663860?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113136685685663860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113136685685663860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113136685685663860' title='first day of NCO'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113125938091276786</id><published>2005-11-06T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCO camp tomorrow</title><content type='html'>yesterday went to beach road before going to town&lt;br /&gt;went to get my white gloves&lt;br /&gt;then took a cab to orchard&lt;br /&gt;told the uncle Cine and he stopped at Heeren&lt;br /&gt;it's like opposite&lt;br /&gt;okie nvm&lt;br /&gt;so walked ard heeren&lt;br /&gt;and went to swesens eat ice cream&lt;br /&gt;after that crossed over to Crumpler at Paragon&lt;br /&gt;waited for joanne and wl to come&lt;br /&gt;when they reached i started getting BULLIED&lt;br /&gt;went over to cine LJS&lt;br /&gt;they went there to drink water&lt;br /&gt;then walked around more&lt;br /&gt;and left&lt;br /&gt;went to FISHERMAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there like 2 times this week&lt;br /&gt;we went home quite "EARLY"&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning i mean&lt;br /&gt;like 3plus 4&lt;br /&gt;everytime reach home legs sure ache&lt;br /&gt;walk from fisherman all the way home&lt;br /&gt;tiring&lt;br /&gt;but everytime we walk home sure got funny things will happen&lt;br /&gt;first night&lt;br /&gt;me and joanne banged into each other&lt;br /&gt;we took a route which we had to walk over the grass&lt;br /&gt;stopped at the bus stop for a rest&lt;br /&gt;saw a police car and started walking again&lt;br /&gt;second night&lt;br /&gt;we took the route which we had to walk over the grass again&lt;br /&gt;we nv learn from our mistake&lt;br /&gt;stopped at the bus stop for a rest&lt;br /&gt;saw a police car and started walking again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml going for NCO camp already&lt;br /&gt;waiting for what's gonna take place&lt;br /&gt;guess i will be super tan when i get back&lt;br /&gt;cause i will be making use of my suntan lotion&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;gonna stand in the sun for so long&lt;br /&gt;got the mace slash and gloves already&lt;br /&gt;the mace is heavy man&lt;br /&gt;no joke&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will be stronger after this camp&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;will be missing school for a week&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss out on alot of lessons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-113125938091276786?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113125938091276786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/113125938091276786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113125938091276786' title='NCO camp tomorrow'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-113050392032860189</id><published>2005-10-28T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:39.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after so long</title><content type='html'>today got back report book&lt;br /&gt;went for NCO camp briefing&lt;br /&gt;quite fun&lt;br /&gt;got our shirts already&lt;br /&gt;this year we got 2 shirts&lt;br /&gt;the past years only got 1 shirt&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to NCO camp&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be very fun&lt;br /&gt;i will be super tan when i come back&lt;br /&gt;will be having mace training everyday&lt;br /&gt;from morning till evening&lt;br /&gt;then gonna have passing out parade&lt;br /&gt;so fun man&lt;br /&gt;but i will die of the heat&lt;br /&gt;the band uniform so hot&lt;br /&gt;i will be a roasted chicken after that&lt;br /&gt;but i have to get my mace and white gloves first&lt;br /&gt;im glad that im the drum major and not the band major&lt;br /&gt;cause the band major has to memorise scores&lt;br /&gt;i cant do that&lt;br /&gt;everytime before performance memorise&lt;br /&gt;then during performance forget everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml gonna go to sentosa to suntan&lt;br /&gt;better dont rain&lt;br /&gt;according to weather forcast&lt;br /&gt;it wont rain&lt;br /&gt;but who knows&lt;br /&gt;hope the weather forcast is right&lt;br /&gt;i need to get tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711336.post-113008009537798413</id><published>2005-10-23T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:39.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncle dino b'day dinner</title><content type='html'>today isnt uncle dino's b'day&lt;br /&gt;but we celebrated his b'day today&lt;br /&gt;cause keegan's going back to France for training&lt;br /&gt;we had 18 dishes today&lt;br /&gt;so many&lt;br /&gt;but we managed to finish all&lt;br /&gt;when the cousins are sitted together&lt;br /&gt;we wipe out all the food available&lt;br /&gt;i was very good today&lt;br /&gt;i only drank ONE cup of wine&lt;br /&gt;c what i mean&lt;br /&gt;we had lots of fun today&lt;br /&gt;another cousin found out abt me&lt;br /&gt;she tot i was a bung&lt;br /&gt;i told her i nv bind&lt;br /&gt;she dont believe lor&lt;br /&gt;m i really that flat&lt;br /&gt;this should have been a good celebration for uncle dino&lt;br /&gt;uncle dino is not really young&lt;br /&gt;but he looks young and is very trendy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if u are gonna give up and let me go&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;u are always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;and i cant let u go from my heart&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's too late to u&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think it's really that late&lt;br /&gt;it might be late&lt;br /&gt;but i only call it too late when im abt to leave the world&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna die with regrets&lt;br /&gt;i might not be the one u love most&lt;br /&gt;but i know that u can love me most as time passes&lt;br /&gt;i will make u wanna love me more and more&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard u try to stop urself from loving me&lt;br /&gt;i will make u fall for me even more&lt;br /&gt;it's either u or no one&lt;br /&gt;either im attached to u or im single and unavailable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7711336.post-112990164452953907</id><published>2005-10-21T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:39.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>went out with u</title><content type='html'>today got back all the results&lt;br /&gt;got to c them&lt;br /&gt;but the results dont seem to be those that would be appearing in the report book&lt;br /&gt;but we cant do anything to change the marks already&lt;br /&gt;we have taken the exams&lt;br /&gt;whatever marks we have is what it is&lt;br /&gt;let this exam past u already&lt;br /&gt;go on with ur life&lt;br /&gt;this isnt the major exams&lt;br /&gt;the major exams is next year&lt;br /&gt;doing well for the O's is more important&lt;br /&gt;school exams get top also no use&lt;br /&gt;they wont bother&lt;br /&gt;they would only look at ur O level results&lt;br /&gt;so dont get upset and give up k&lt;br /&gt;get back ur confidence&lt;br /&gt;stand on ur feet again&lt;br /&gt;go out and kill the papers&lt;br /&gt;dont let the papers kill u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to tamp&lt;br /&gt;had to repair my phone&lt;br /&gt;my phone is crazy again&lt;br /&gt;now is fine&lt;br /&gt;waited 4 hours for the phone's software to get upgraded&lt;br /&gt;at least the wait was worth while&lt;br /&gt;now my phone is working well&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the 4 hours walking up and down the 2 malls&lt;br /&gt;spent abt 30mins at Storm&lt;br /&gt;i waited longer than it took to cut my hair&lt;br /&gt;finally got my hair cut&lt;br /&gt;easier to style&lt;br /&gt;too long i dont like&lt;br /&gt;so bombarded when i dont style&lt;br /&gt;and it only seems to be happening to my hair&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to collect my phone at 6.30pm&lt;br /&gt;then went for dinner at LJS&lt;br /&gt;walked to the library&lt;br /&gt;then walked back to the 2 malls again&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-112990164452953907?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/112990164452953907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/112990164452953907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112990164452953907' title='went out with u'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-112971852580891480</id><published>2005-10-19T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:39.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got back my results</title><content type='html'>today got back our results for EOY&lt;br /&gt;E maths: Paper 1-68/80 Paper 2-67/100&lt;br /&gt;English: Paper 2-33.5/50&lt;br /&gt;Combine sci: Paper 1-38/40 Paper 2- 47.5/65 Paper 3- 59/65&lt;br /&gt;Combine Humanities: Paper 1- 35/50 Paper 2- 24/50&lt;br /&gt;A maths: Paper 1- 52/80 Paper 2: ?&lt;br /&gt;Biology: 57/100&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: ?&lt;br /&gt;this time my results when down by alot&lt;br /&gt;maybe i do have to start preparing for O levels next year beginning&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do well for my O's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-112971852580891480?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/112971852580891480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/112971852580891480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112971852580891480' title='got back my results'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-112954672020633006</id><published>2005-10-17T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:39.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last paper today</title><content type='html'>exams are finally over&lt;br /&gt;hooray!&lt;br /&gt;all a year of torture im finally done with the exams&lt;br /&gt;time for celebration yeah!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;sci paper 2 wasnt hard&lt;br /&gt;but sci paper 1 was abit more challenging than paper 2&lt;br /&gt;i still managed to finish both papers&lt;br /&gt;ms lim says if we do not complete the qns&lt;br /&gt;she's gonna minus marks on top of the awarded marks&lt;br /&gt;means we might end up getting a negative mark if we dont do many questions&lt;br /&gt;tml no school&lt;br /&gt;means very good&lt;br /&gt;tonight can play till the sun rises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can lose everything in the world&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot lose u&lt;br /&gt;u are the only thing that i need&lt;br /&gt;the love for u is growing so much everyday&lt;br /&gt;until it cant grow anymore&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing on my mind now except u&lt;br /&gt;even when i was doing my paper i was thinking of u&lt;br /&gt;i just dont know how to say how much i love u&lt;br /&gt;except&lt;br /&gt;i would give up my life for u&lt;br /&gt;as long as u are safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;I love u baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-112954672020633006?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/112954672020633006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/112954672020633006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://excruciatinglife.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112954672020633006' title='last paper today'/><author><name>My first love..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15821583078874526958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7711336.post-112947305546738853</id><published>2005-10-16T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:45:39.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye s'gene</title><content type='html'>had nice breakfast with 2nd uncle's family&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;went to church late of course&lt;br /&gt;have been laughing since morning till evening&lt;br /&gt;keegan come back from france nv change&lt;br /&gt;still the joker&lt;br /&gt;after church went to ah ma house for lunch&lt;br /&gt;to welcome keegan and farewell to derek&lt;br /&gt;everybody in the room&lt;br /&gt;we are still the joker family&lt;br /&gt;where there is no elder or junior&lt;br /&gt;everybody is equal&lt;br /&gt;even ah ma can also joke with us&lt;br /&gt;a nice family i have&lt;br /&gt;better than mum's side&lt;br /&gt;since ah gong death&lt;br /&gt;i nv wanna go back to that family again&lt;br /&gt;i still like dad's side family&lt;br /&gt;they much funnier and we enjoy life&lt;br /&gt;when we are together&lt;br /&gt;u can hear us from miles away&lt;br /&gt;after lunch go back home&lt;br /&gt;then go for dinner&lt;br /&gt;after dinner sent mum sisters sam popo and her friend&lt;br /&gt;they are off to Genting&lt;br /&gt;good for them&lt;br /&gt;i still got exams&lt;br /&gt;tml last paper&lt;br /&gt;should be quite prepared le&lt;br /&gt;hope they come back safely&lt;br /&gt;it's raining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye s'gene&lt;br /&gt;cheers to our nice memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7711336-112947305546738853?l=excruciatinglife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711336/posts/default/112947305546738853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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