<?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-11645084</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:11:50.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey to Remember, A story written by Jing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>278</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114739451164031138</id><published>2006-05-12T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:41:51.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I have changed my blog and will no longer be using this address. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;My new address is &lt;a href="http://www.michelle-neverending.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.michelle-neverending.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;See ya there~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114739451164031138?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114739451164031138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114739451164031138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/attention.html' title='ATTENTION'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114734560212506637</id><published>2006-05-11T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:06:42.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/Pic(918).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/Pic%28918%29.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114734560212506637?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114734560212506637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114734560212506637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114733818886299831</id><published>2006-05-11T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:08:45.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Day</title><content type='html'>Today i met Yue and June and then head to school.&lt;br /&gt;Just like any other day. Had the sucky maths lecture and i really don't like my lecturer's voice.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts everytime he speaks. Lols. which is kinda weird. But never mind.&lt;br /&gt;At least maths lesson was lively. At least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then is tutorial and breaK and Lab work which is my FAVOURite. I like lab work for ciruits thingy. Perhaps it's because i haven't grow up, which means, everything amazes me. But i don't really want to grow up. Cox things gets complicated and stuff. For example, when you are like 3 to 8 years old, there is only one meaning to balls. But when you are reaching the teenage years, you will find that there are like more than a meaning to it- both crude and not crude.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of that. After the Lab work thingy, 3/4 of the class went to bowl, including me of course. But it's at Grassroots Club. But never mind. I didn't want to play at first partially be cause' i am quite used to playing with Christina. Lols. Don't ask me why. But i gave in, hoping that my back don't ache or anything. YupX. And i totally sucks can. And it's like really SUCKY. I hate it. Perhaps that is the only time where you can hear me curse and swear but of course not too overboard larx. Heex.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am unable to change this point. I am always competitive. Not only among peers but also with myself. But of course i don't go overboard and use underhand means la. What's the point right. Although i always tell myself that by being so competitve wil only me feel miserable, but i just can't change. But i think i am better le. Heehee. Perhaps i feel that this is the way to make one a better person. Not only in academic, but also in social skills. Yupx. I hate to remain in a state for too long a time. So i always have to break away from my comfort zone. My friend told me that i need to change my attitude. Because whatever emotions i am having can be seen from the face. But i just can't help it. You can't expect me to smile and laugh when internally i am not feeling so right. I tried doing that and i am so tired. I mean, why be someone you are not.&lt;br /&gt;But recently i am not myself. WHY? Perhaps because i don't crap as much like i do before. I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok..enough of that. Then after that we all head home. Oh yes, i took lots of pictures today. 25 i think. But because it's in Huili's phone, i can only post them later. And, there is one picture which i personally LIKE alot! June love it too. It's so nice. Guess whose pic it is. Lols. It is such a nice shot. Thanks to me who took the photo can. Heehee. Will post them up soon k. Can't wait for the pictures to be sent to me. LOLS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my birthday is coming soon. Heehee. Haha. Can someone get me PS3? Heehee. It's so expensive. Lols...taataa&lt;br /&gt;Update later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Was eating Wasabi. I hate spicy food except for wasabi. Because the stinging sensation doesn't stay in the tonuge. So i love it. Today i ate alot of that. Ask me why? Lols. words can't express them. I use spicy food to control my tears. My tears like to fall without my control and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when i am doing my stuff and you just somehow caught my attention and then my attention is diverted to you and no longer to what i am doing. I am someone who like to think of things that are not worht thinking. And when i think too much, i get depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114733818886299831?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114733818886299831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114733818886299831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-day.html' title='Just a Day'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114727556498157297</id><published>2006-05-10T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:39:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theo Walcott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/438337276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/438337276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walcott will be 17 years and 86 days old when England play their opening match against Paraguay, meaning he could become the second youngest player in finals history behind Northern Ireland's Norman Whiteside, who appeared at the 1982 FIFA World Cup 41 days after his 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if, as England fans hope, Eriksson's men go all the way to the Final on 9 July, he could, at 17 years and 116 days, become the youngest player to appear in a FIFA World Cup Final, beating the record set by Pele in 1958, when the Brazilian was 17 years and 249 days. Not bad for a teenager not included in Arsenal's 18-man squad for the UEFA Champions League final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walcott, who was taking his driving theory test when the England squad was announced, has played only 23 times in senior football, appearing in second division and cup matches for his first club, Southampton, prior to joining Arsenal in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any Premiership football watcher, Eriksson has not seen Walcott play 90 minutes in the flesh – the Swede said yesterday that he had "seen a lot of him on videos" – and admitted his likely role was as a substitute. "I don't think Walcott or (Arsenal manager Arsene) Wenger think he is going to play seven games of 90 minutes in the World Cup. But sitting on the bench, if I see there is space out there, I will use his pace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pace has certainly impressed his Arsenal team-mates, who have seen the youngster outsprint Thierry Henry on the training ground. Arsenal's Côte d'Ivoire defender Kolo Toure said: "He is still young and learning but he is so fast, it is amazing. I have played against him in training and he is really, really quick. I think he will be one of the best strikers in England one day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eriksson appears to believe that day has already arrived and unless another coach produces a similar surprise with his squad selection, Walcott will be the youngest player on show at the FIFA World Cup. Depending on his opportunities and impact, he could even be a candidate for the inaugural Gillette Best Young Player Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ten youngest players in FIFA World history:&lt;br /&gt;1- Norman Whiteside, Northern Ireland, 1982 - 17 years and 41 days2&lt;br /&gt;2 - Samuel Eto'o, Cameroon, 1998 - 17 years and 99 days old3&lt;br /&gt;3- Femi Opabunmi, Nigeria, 2002 - 17 years and 101 days4&lt;br /&gt;4- Salomon Olembe, Cameroon, 1998 - 17 years and 185 days5&lt;br /&gt;5- Pele, Brazil, 1958 - 17 years and 235 days old6&lt;br /&gt;6- Bartholomew Ogbeche, Nigeria, 2002 - 17 years and 244 days7&lt;br /&gt;7- Rigobert Song, Cameroon, 1994 - 17 years and 353 days8&lt;br /&gt;8- Carvalho Leite, Brazil, 1930 - 18 years and 25 days old9&lt;br /&gt;9- Manuel Rosas, Mexico, 1930 - 18 years and 88 days10&lt;br /&gt;10- Segundo Durandal, Bolivia, 1930 - 18 years and 122 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Mostly praises for him, as for me, i remain skeptical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114727556498157297?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114727556498157297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114727556498157297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/theo-walcott.html' title='Theo Walcott'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114727321180058267</id><published>2006-05-10T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:00:11.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/Pic(914).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/200/Pic%28914%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is missing. I got a hard time tryin to post this. A clear evidence of them in action doing ~illegal things. The comp just somehow do not want me to post them.. but too bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114727321180058267?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114727321180058267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114727321180058267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-pic-is-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114727281717598572</id><published>2006-05-10T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:53:37.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/Pic(913).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/200/Pic%28913%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delphine.She took this pic herself after she got to the wrong class. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/Pic(912).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/200/Pic%28912%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Class boys in action. Watchin some thingy from the tiny lap top and their laughter is..Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/Pic(909).5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/200/Pic%28909%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another batch of guys also looking into laptop.. Lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/Pic(911).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/200/Pic%28911%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again watching from the lap top. So engrossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/Pic(908).5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/200/Pic%28908%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Something's funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/Pic(907).4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/200/Pic%28907%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OOpx. No playing of poker cards in tutorial room right. Gotcha. Doing ~illegal~ things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/Pic(906).5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/200/Pic%28906%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching again~~~Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/Pic(904).5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/200/Pic%28904%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Yingjie..sleeping...Tired and cold..brrr~&lt;br /&gt;~~photoby huili..&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i am sure there is a photo that cant be posted. I am sure..Lols..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i post the pics without ur premission but it's all for the sake of fun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114727281717598572?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114727281717598572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114727281717598572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/delphine.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114727155763208986</id><published>2006-05-10T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:32:37.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short short post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/Pic(906).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i guess i'll just update you on what i have done.&lt;br /&gt;As usual , met june and head to school . Had a full day of lecture.&lt;br /&gt;But luckily there are breaks in between and occasionally i talked to betrand who such a good actor. He imitate his teacher and it's kind of irritating. Lols. As usual.. Haax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after lecture, the girls went to eat and then actually i intend to go ELP with them but because i meet up with hazeeq and yue so back out. woof.&lt;br /&gt;Then the three of us went to sembawang. Got the Olevel cert. Heex. And we saw Izuan, Ridzwan and........i forgot her name. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;Then head to eat before going Hazeeq's house cox he got to do the circuit thingy. Hahax. And see their project like so fun. The way the circuit works just amazes me. And yue says i haven't grow up cox i like to ask WHY. Lols. Cause' it's really WHY. Hmmm..got to figure it out myself. The way the LED thingy lights up and the way it is connected.. hmmm..WHY.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i planned my circuit thingy and i think i got them wrong!!Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Then i met my sis and we walked and walked . And i got a top! Muahaha. Good Good. Then hope my mum is getting well. Bought a voodoo doll to take care for her. She must get well soon~ heex. I'll be a good girl. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got a problem. I always tend to think of WHY. Is it kind of irritating cause' i think i am. It's like i am still at the age of proving people wrong and wondering why certain things work. Oh my. Forget it, just be myself. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my MUM will be fine~ Pray for her~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114727155763208986?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114727155763208986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114727155763208986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/short-short-post.html' title='Short short post'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114717167618625407</id><published>2006-05-09T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:49:13.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what can I say</title><content type='html'>Haix..Really cant understand some people. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a painful day. Lols, physically of cox. I went to school with the sucky pair of shoes and it hurts like hell. Price to pay for vanity. I swear i am not going to wear that pair of shoes anymore unless ying jie help me get that thingy to prevent friction. Hees.&lt;br /&gt;Today june left early and left me to crap with dawn. Hahax. We had cultural exchange. heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something bothered me in class-The guys' laughter. Can the pitch like go any higher. It hurts my ear. Lols. But it's understandable de. But till now my ears hurt! &lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;I shall post pics of the class when dawn send me the photos. Heehees..&lt;br /&gt;Taataa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~i find myself looking at him every now and then *gasp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114717167618625407?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114717167618625407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114717167618625407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-can-i-say.html' title='what can I say'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114709335419332976</id><published>2006-05-08T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:02:34.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice nice</title><content type='html'>Don't really feel blogging today. Nono, not in a bad mood, but just tired and don't want to face the comp too much and my back is aching. I BOUGHT THE VOODOO DOLL and i love it! Yue bought one too. Muahaha, i am going to carry it with me wherever i go. Muahaha..will post it tomorrow. I love it. When yue got it, she was like so high and i was like, okay, i got it but must ne so happy mahx? But i am super duper happy! Woof. Am bringing it to school with me tomorrow. Heehee.. Love the doll. So cute. &lt;br /&gt;My gosh i am so happy. Hees. So happy that i forgot that i want to describe my classmates. But i am so happy that i don't know where to start. Muahahax. .Happy.&lt;br /&gt;Want see it come find me. .Lols. I am like so proud of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahax..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write. &lt;br /&gt;I am simply happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols...&lt;br /&gt;taataa..wait till i am in the right mind before blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~la la lala, elmo's song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114709335419332976?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114709335419332976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114709335419332976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/nice-nice.html' title='Nice nice'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114708020252320804</id><published>2006-05-08T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:25:17.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Links links and more links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lfconline.com/news/loadfeat.asp?cid=EDY3"&gt;List of songs for liverpool players and some players who have left liverpool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lfconline.com/news/loadsngl.asp?CID=EDX2"&gt;song downloads...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114708020252320804?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114708020252320804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114708020252320804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/links-links-and-more-links.html' title='Links links and more links'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114708000707072572</id><published>2006-05-08T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T17:21:16.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Never Walk Alone</title><content type='html'>Originally from the musical Carousel and later a hit for Gerry and the Pacemakers, the Kop have been singing 'You'll Never Walk Alone' since the 60's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a long-standing debate as to which club's supporters were the first to sing the song, with Celtic and Fulham also claiming to be the first, but there is no doubt that 'You'll Never Walk Alone' is the definitive Anfield Anthem and one that should send shivers down the spine of any true fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk through a storm,&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up high,&lt;br /&gt;And don't be afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a storm,&lt;br /&gt;There's a golden sky,&lt;br /&gt;And the sweet silver song of a lark.&lt;br /&gt;Walk on through the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Walk on through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Though your dreams be tossed and blown..&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never walk alone.......&lt;br /&gt;You'll never walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never walk alone.......&lt;br /&gt;You'll never walk alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114708000707072572?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114708000707072572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114708000707072572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/youll-never-walk-alone.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Walk Alone'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114707600450000052</id><published>2006-05-08T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:13:24.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GoSh~</title><content type='html'>I am going to start whining. I am so dumb! So angry with myself. Is like it is so easy and i can't evern figure it out myself. Better do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my mood swing day and i am honest, i may have pissed some people off. But forgive me. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;I am not good at trying to please people so just accept me as who i am k.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Over all it's a nice day today~&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;But  i forgot to return my library books. I don't want to be fined cause' it's like only the third/fourth week. So i am going to go back to school if i am feeling ok. Just ate the sucky medicine. Yucks. Hopefully i am ok.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i got a very dumb idea. I want to run/jog around the school stadium every day. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if i can get people to do that with me. Cause' i doubt anyone would be that "wu liao" to do that..&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Better start resting~&lt;br /&gt;Taa..&lt;br /&gt;Update later~ taataa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~la la lala, it's elmo song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114707600450000052?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114707600450000052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114707600450000052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/gosh.html' title='GoSh~'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114701632304849121</id><published>2006-05-07T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:38:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la la lala</title><content type='html'>I thought of something very lame that i will be posting. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;I will be describing my classmates in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;But it may not be accurate cox it's like only the third week.&lt;br /&gt;Heex.. Look forward to the next post.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i don't miss anyone out cause' i got STM..hees&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114701632304849121?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114701632304849121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114701632304849121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/la-la-lala.html' title='la la lala'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114701308133802439</id><published>2006-05-07T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:44:41.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arghs</title><content type='html'>I just recieved an email by my teacher saying she is unable to open the file.&lt;br /&gt;*Jaws drop*&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the file~&lt;br /&gt;It's like blank.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;But thank god i still got the draft.&lt;br /&gt;And i do not have Microsoft word and that totally sucks..&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this method works..&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114701308133802439?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114701308133802439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114701308133802439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/arghs.html' title='Arghs'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114699814295499931</id><published>2006-05-07T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:35:43.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crabby craBs</title><content type='html'>I am going to have swollen lips. And all thanks to the ferocious crab. I am allergic to the shell of crab. Weird right. Yupz, i am not allergic to the meat but the shell. And so i hate to eat seafood outside cox i will have swollen lips. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will be fine soon. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate lots of fruits today. Cox i think i have been weak recently due to a lack of fruity fruits. And my sore throat is better after eating fruits. *wow, eating fruits is so effectively*&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching Hana Yori Dango, not anime version these two days on Youtube.com. And i really like it alot. Cause' this jap version retains most of the story of the comic unlike the taiwan version(LiuXingHuaYuan) . But somehow the show is kind of scary. I think it's due to the fact that Jap girls tend to have this scary look on their face. Although certain parts are meant to be funny, i just felt it was more of scary.&lt;br /&gt;Lols. I remembered watching the anime  version in 1996 or 97 i think. lols. So many years le. Time pass real fast. Hahax. And tomorrow is monday!~&lt;br /&gt;Totally sucks. Wake up at 5.30 again. Haix. I wonder why i must wake up so early. Time is playing a fool with me. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.x..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i am looking for a job. Cause' there are so many things i want to get. Hopefully i know how to plan my time well enough. I believe i can.&lt;br /&gt;Heex.&lt;br /&gt;Off to study le. Doing the sucky graph. Heex..&lt;br /&gt;TaaatTaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~elmo's world la la lala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114699814295499931?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114699814295499931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114699814295499931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/crabby-crabs.html' title='crabby craBs'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114692153644650315</id><published>2006-05-06T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T21:18:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gemini...~~</title><content type='html'>Life is so unpredictable. I remember few years ago, i would be saying: I want to get into JC.&lt;br /&gt;And now, here I am doing poly.&lt;br /&gt;LOls. And so many other events.&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, i never thought that I would join band and play the horn, but i did.&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, i never thought i would know so much on computer and technology, but now i know more than what i expected.&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I never thought i was able to cope and adapt to a new environment but i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many unpredictable stuff. I believe there will be more to come. So I have thought through. If i have to live on, why should i be so unhappy. I rather be someone who is able to laughs things off. Sleep for a night and *poof*, all unhappy things ae gone.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..Why a sudden change in attitude. Lols..I am a gemini remember. Heehee..&lt;br /&gt;I am studying now. And I think this is like the first time in three weeks that i really study. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking right. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Must think of what to study later. Doubt i will be sleeping early. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Monday is coming soon..Hope i can just skip PD lessons. It's really crap. Hahas. But i guess i got no choice lo. Hrrr.&lt;br /&gt;I think i am going to plan a Movie list and watch them all in a go. There are like quite a few movie that i wanna watch. I think i will make a list and post them here k. Hee. Excited. Haax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly find that I am kind of weird. Like a moment ago i may be crying and thinking pessimistic and now, i am totally fine. Is it my brain chosing to momentarily forget all the disgusting memories? Lols. I hope ya not shock with the drastic change in mood. Lols. Mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the lab work for the computer thing&lt;s&gt;y&lt;/s&gt; for the lab work and it's &lt;s&gt;totally&lt;/s&gt; fun! I am lovin' it. Lols. But i am so afraid of becoming blind soon. I hate to face the computer the whole day as my eyes hurts. But i just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I got something to say. I am sorry if ya outside and you wave or smile to me and i either turn away or did not acknowledge you. I am really sorry. Cause' if you have notice, i am not wearing my spects except when i am studying. So i may not be able to see you. Sorrys.&lt;br /&gt;Hee. &lt;s&gt;That's the price to pay for being so vain.&lt;/s&gt; Lols.&lt;br /&gt;The crappy me is like back  but not sure for how long. Hahax..&lt;br /&gt;I think i better get down to work. Lols. Studying makes me a "four-eyed" nerd.&lt;br /&gt; Oops.heehees.&lt;br /&gt;Taataa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la lala. Elmo song..heex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114692153644650315?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114692153644650315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114692153644650315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/gemini.html' title='Gemini...~~'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114691019283200290</id><published>2006-05-06T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T18:11:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian-sation</title><content type='html'>It's really sucky.&lt;br /&gt;I am not in a good mood and have no wish to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing the circuit planning thing and I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;And my sis and mum have to come irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;Can't she just go on her own?&lt;br /&gt;I have been saying that i don't want to go for like the &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;th time already.&lt;br /&gt;You like it doesn't mean i like it. But all you ever think of is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I won't do anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And it's kind of heartwarming to see people online on msn.&lt;br /&gt;Although some people i rarely talk to, it just let me feel that i am not alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114691019283200290?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114691019283200290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114691019283200290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/sian-sation.html' title='Sian-sation'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114689792658262430</id><published>2006-05-06T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:45:26.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would anyone notice?</title><content type='html'>If one day i just disappear without a trace, would anyone notice?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so. Wonder why i suddenly thought of this.&lt;br /&gt;Because of what happened just now. My mum and my sis are going out and they just off everything. They off the internet connection thingy and the air-con switch like as if i don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one day i might just disappear and no one notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to be cheerful like before but am unable to do so. Tears are forever threatening to flow. I would always be trying to fight back the tears. I got to pretend to be cheerful everytime in school, till i am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. Feel like it's pointless blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Taataa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114689792658262430?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114689792658262430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114689792658262430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/would-anyone-notice.html' title='Would anyone notice?'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114688544957606101</id><published>2006-05-06T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T11:17:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SensitiVe?</title><content type='html'>Am not sure whether i am still going ice skating or not. I really don't like it. And i woke up today with a really sore throat. Am feeling so sick now. But no one understands. At times i really don't understand certain things. Forget it. Retribution maybe. But why is everyone forcing me to do things i hate?&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. I so sick of myself posting such stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And even someone was shocked when he read my blog. Someone told me that i am so different in person. Somehow my blog and I don't link. So which is the real me? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;I have no wish to try hard to be someone i am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching a hongkong show and i love the show! You might find it crAppy. It's about WuSong, Jin Lian, Lam Chong and his wife. It's a modern day show. No matter which life they are in, they will all be together. So i start to wonder, are the people around me also the same. Do i owe them in the past? Lols. Michelle having such a thought. Kind of freaky. But after watching this show you will really think of this. The title is "ShuiWuChuan, WuJianDao". Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arx. Finish watching le. Get on with my work le. Taa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114688544957606101?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114688544957606101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114688544957606101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/sensitive.html' title='SensitiVe?'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114683757122952402</id><published>2006-05-05T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:59:31.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/poster4_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/poster4_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch MI.III can..&lt;br /&gt;But too bad i can't watch it tomorow.&lt;br /&gt;My sis wants me to go ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;And i totally hate it.&lt;br /&gt;But i can't say no, cause' even my mum want me to go cox my sis wants me to go.&lt;br /&gt;Can't i have a say for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I hate ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i not go.&lt;br /&gt;Am i not a human with feelings?&lt;br /&gt;As usual~ nobody cares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114683757122952402?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114683757122952402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114683757122952402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-to-watch-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114683613413457357</id><published>2006-05-05T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:35:34.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need</title><content type='html'>I am so "fan". Can't someone just be there to lend a shoulder or something.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of faking a smile.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired. I am tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114683613413457357?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114683613413457357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114683613413457357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-need.html' title='I need'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114683486937888289</id><published>2006-05-05T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:14:29.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just reached home..Tired~~&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say and i am tired of complaining/ grumbling in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I believe you are sick of reading my blog le.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of changing a new add name.......&lt;br /&gt;Lols...&lt;br /&gt;taaaa---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~missing you~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114683486937888289?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114683486937888289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114683486937888289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-reached-home.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114682089808758221</id><published>2006-05-05T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T17:21:38.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am going to meet yue at northpoint for dinner. Feel like an Obasan now...Lols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i still have time, i went to watch some of the final fantasy on Youtube.com. Woof. Heehee..&lt;br /&gt;Heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arx..I am listening to 'YiShouJianDanDeGe'..I am loving it. Heehee. Because i like it when i listen to music and some images flash across. Be it good or bad. But recently, images are selective. Only someone. Lols..taa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/21751733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/21751733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/2476440414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/2476440414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/771262087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/771262087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114682089808758221?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114682089808758221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114682089808758221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/am-going-to-meet-yue-at-northpoint-for.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114681268085806784</id><published>2006-05-05T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:04:40.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>Today went school starts at 8 so went early.. Lols.. June and I went to the wrong place and we keep thinking that's it's at the lecture hall not ELP. Luckily i called jess if not we would have missed the lesson. It's maths.. And I don't really like the teacher. He can't pronounce my name properly..So when he take attendence, i tend to miss my name. .Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Then after maths is computer programming lecture which is boring. I am really so  sleepy in class. And the teacher don't allow us to yawn~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that then june, yingjie, hui li and i go FJ eat. And something dumb happened.. The chili sauce squirt on me. And cannot be washed away! Damit. Lucky today is friday and lessons end at 11. Yipee. heex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am at home rotting away~haish.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the election thingy. May the best man wins. LOls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. I am dreading monday(sounds weird).I don't know why. Maybe because i don't feel like seeing him. Arx..dont feel like typing. Am tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114681268085806784?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114681268085806784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114681268085806784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114678249558166683</id><published>2006-05-05T06:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:41:35.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>Waiting for the time to pass...Preparing to go school but i am still feeling sick~&lt;br /&gt;Haish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, i post a very zi4lian4 photo of myself..heehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/__1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/__1_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114678249558166683?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114678249558166683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114678249558166683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_114678249558166683.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114678243021708644</id><published>2006-05-05T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:40:30.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>Waiting for the time to pass...Preparing to go school but i am still feeling sick~&lt;br /&gt;Haish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114678243021708644?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114678243021708644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114678243021708644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_05.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114675090957844755</id><published>2006-05-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:55:09.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>planning planning</title><content type='html'>I am now doing planning for my time. It's just so not organised. It's either i have too much time or no time for studying. Although i really hate planning cox it's pointless as there is always last min thingy.&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, just plan first and be flexible.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if there are typo error cox i am watchin The Real movie and might be distracted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.. Yue told me something just now and i am not sure what/how to react.  Angry? Sad? I don't know. But i really hate it when some things happen. Why are there things that i can't control. Why can't i just control him to study and not give up. That's why i say in my previous entry that i am of no importance. It's like i can't even help a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of seeing people give up. But it's their choice. I can't possibly point the gun at his brain and force him. I am just being frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;I have no ablity to help people anymore and i am so tired. Really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's time someone come take care of me? Lols..Never..&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;back to studying..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114675090957844755?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114675090957844755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114675090957844755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/planning-planning.html' title='planning planning'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114674318876201080</id><published>2006-05-04T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:46:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~~</title><content type='html'>Used to believe in nothing is impossible but now i finally realise that the word impossible is in thr dictionary for a reason. There are things that are impossible. Everyone has a limit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114674318876201080?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114674318876201080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114674318876201080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='~~~~~~'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114673680822618229</id><published>2006-05-04T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T18:00:08.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me~</title><content type='html'>Today is quite a boring day but then i thought alot. Perhaps it's because i got too much time.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Before that, let me update you on what i did today..&lt;br /&gt;Meet up to go school, have lessons, have pract, lunch..and then project thingy..and home!&lt;br /&gt;Lols..very boring right..But guess what~ June and I saw Eugene today..Lols. I didn't know he's in NYP..Lols. Kinda shock when we saw him. And june and i started to laugh stupidly. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I was reading some of my previous posts and i was like "huh"..I can't believe i wrote certain things and i can't even understand what i was writing. I should have checked for some "english error" before posting~ Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Okok..There are like so many things that i want to write but don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry if what you are reading doesn't flow smoothly. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking pass certain things in the school just now, i suddenly felt blue. I don't know why. But i think it's because i am someone who likes to think of the past and just somehow unwilling to let go. There are many memories with different people and i never want and need not forget them. But at times, if such memories are not forgotten, i can never let go. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times i just feel so fake. I smile a fake smile. It's not that i don't enjoy people's company, but somehow certain things tend to prevent myself from really smiling. I never want to let people feel that i am down but somehow my body language never listen to myself. As i get older each day, learning new stuffs, I get more and more tired. If this is the idea of life...It's not that i am suicidal, cause i now what's right and wrong. But at a certain stage of life, one may tend to think of the meaning of life. I remember someone telling me that the motivation in life is knowing how important one is in other people's life. Yupx i know. But when i really think harder, i doubt i am important to people. The problem lies in me? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being in such situation because i tend to be pessimistic. But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always want to believe in the word "everlasting". I useed to really really believe in the word. But somehow i am losing faith. Why must such a word exist when it's true meaning doesn't exist? I really don't know. *sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it, i don't feel like typing anymore and i hate it when my post is written like this..&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering:&lt;br /&gt;~what is inside a resistor...in a capacitor..etc.&lt;br /&gt;~what gives a resistor..a capacitor it's characteristic..&lt;br /&gt;*kind of dumb to ask these question..Lols..&lt;br /&gt;taaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114673680822618229?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114673680822618229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114673680822618229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-me.html' title='Just me~'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114669413330748322</id><published>2006-05-04T06:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T06:08:53.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired~siCk~</title><content type='html'>Went with yue to eat yesterday. Never is there a moment hungry with yue. Hahass.. Just don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Went with her to eat then head to get stationeries. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat under the block(sounds like the ah peks right) and chat for quite some time. If you ask me what we talked about, i doubt i can answer you. I really forgot. Lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am feeling so sick now. Yes, i am becoming weaker. I hate being sick ( who like it in the first place). Can i have my birthday gift earlier and i want it to be a miracle pill that will help me be immune to all illness? Heehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to head to school le..&lt;br /&gt;Taaaa&lt;br /&gt;*If u r wondering where are the pics that i said i would post, don't worry ,then are under QC now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114669413330748322?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114669413330748322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114669413330748322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/tiredsick.html' title='Tired~siCk~'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114664799997594343</id><published>2006-05-03T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:19:59.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How i wish</title><content type='html'>How i wish i can be  like people with "like i care" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i can be able to have a heckcare attitude and not hold everything too seriously..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114664799997594343?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114664799997594343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114664799997594343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-i-wish.html' title='How i wish'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114664608418674423</id><published>2006-05-03T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:48:04.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/untitled.1.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/untitled1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="90" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/untitled1.0.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two different think-a-gram but with the same answer.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of them myself.&lt;br /&gt;But it's kinda crappy i know.&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, at least it's original right~&lt;br /&gt;LOLS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/2361985550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="84" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/2361985550.jpg" width="76" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~~~~~lost sheep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114664608418674423?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114664608418674423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114664608418674423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/there-are-two-different-think-gram-but.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114664558358833595</id><published>2006-05-03T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:39:43.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~just some notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/w/schedule.html"&gt;Fifa world cup germany 2006 schedule&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the link to see the schedule..&lt;br /&gt;*England in grpB&lt;br /&gt;*Brazil in grpF&lt;br /&gt;Lols...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114664558358833595?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114664558358833595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114664558358833595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-some-notice.html' title='~~~~just some notice'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114664456557245474</id><published>2006-05-03T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:22:45.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhaT a daY~</title><content type='html'>Today is a totally sucky day in school although it's quite short. And if you are close to me you will know that what's it's gotta do with. As usual~ I am someone easy affected by feelings, emotions. I mean, everyone is like that but i am really in a serious case. Cause' not only will i be easily irritated, i will find fault with myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's elaborate. When i like someone(one-sided kind), it's like a coin. It's either like or hate and there is no neutral region. Even if there is the neutral region, it won't be for long. And such a situation totally sucks. Cause' be it hate or love, it is equallt tormenting. Ever heard of this: Loving is as tiring as hating someone. And now, i am in such case. No matter how many relationships i had before, i never change. And it's quite saddening in fact. &lt;br /&gt;Now, i trying hard to not like the person. Cause' it's always like the person will turn out to be totally opp. as what i expected. And i totally hard it. &lt;br /&gt;Forget it, how do you expect me to know a person well enough in less than a month right~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it..It's just a sucky day today. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, something tragic happened to me today. I forgot to bring my money and ATM card today and i had to pay for the project thingy. THank god that june and jessica's "cake money". Hee..will return them tomorrow.. heehee..thanks june!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to type le..must meet(crappy) yue to eat dinner later..&lt;br /&gt;taaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114664456557245474?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114664456557245474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114664456557245474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-day.html' title='WhaT a daY~'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114658320275980136</id><published>2006-05-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:20:02.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just hate~</title><content type='html'>I am losing myself. And i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;What can i do?&lt;br /&gt;I am losing myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114658320275980136?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114658320275980136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114658320275980136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-hate.html' title='i just hate~'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114658159514939172</id><published>2006-05-02T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:53:15.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some crapz</title><content type='html'>I always thought i have the courage to tell you..&lt;br /&gt;But within this period of like a few weeks, i am unable to do that.&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps like i said i really got to forget about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I rather treat everything like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;There won't be expectations or hopes.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;Although it may not be a long period of time but i have never felt as tired as this before.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~lost sheep~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114658159514939172?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114658159514939172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114658159514939172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-some-crapz.html' title='Just some crapz'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114657904062046796</id><published>2006-05-02T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:10:40.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT WATCH MI3 ON THE THIRD OF MAY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYONE?!&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/11645084-114657904062046796?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114657904062046796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114657904062046796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/important.html' title='Important'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114657750099786436</id><published>2006-05-02T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:03:31.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick sick anD sick</title><content type='html'>I am suffering from headache as i said in the morning and it got worst in school.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, something i am so proud of today!&lt;br /&gt;Heez, although i have splitting headache today, i manage to finsh my computer programming at quite a short period of time. Heehee. But it's quite tormenting for me even now when i am using the computer. Hee.. Then after that is break. And during the break in class, i really felt sick. My face was burning hot and i am feeling giddy. Thanks to what i drank yesterday. Fine, i shall admit i am not a good at drinking. =( But i am going to train myself! hahax.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for panadol if not i think i will have to suffer in silence. Lols. Then lessons after break= BORIN~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that is the communication skills lesson which never fails to make me ashame. Really~.&lt;br /&gt;I really think i got to change le. I don't mind telling you what's wrong with me. It's like at times when i done something wrong, i really hope that someone will correct me but when someone correct me i will feel like so ashame of myself. It's like so simple yet i can't get it right~&lt;br /&gt;And i get frustrated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must change!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=) Must o ...&lt;br /&gt;heehee.. Find myself so irritating at times.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i think most of my class people play maple..*gasp* Can you imagine? Maple is so kiddy. Oh, no offence. But it's kind of xiao hai zi game and it reminds me of Mario although Mario is like more suitable for adults. Lols. Maple fanatics are going to kill me...&lt;br /&gt;Okok, then after school i met yue and we head to bugis. I think i am practically dragging myself cause i am like having a headache and feeling so god damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;And look around for stuff. I really suck at getting gifts~&lt;br /&gt;Heehee..&lt;br /&gt;But never mind.&lt;br /&gt;So tired...&lt;br /&gt;wanna sleep le. Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114657750099786436?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114657750099786436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114657750099786436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/sick-sick-and-sick.html' title='Sick sick anD sick'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114657760163020804</id><published>2006-05-02T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:47:39.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick sick anD sick</title><content type='html'>I am suffering from headache as i said in the morning and it got worst in school.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, something i am so proud of today!&lt;br /&gt;Heez, although i have splitting headache today, i manage to finsh my computer programming at quite a short period of time. Heehee. But it's quite tormenting for me even now when i am using the computer. Hee.. Then after that is break. And during the break in class, i really felt sick. My face was burning hot and i am feeling giddy. Thanks to what i drank yesterday. Fine, i shall admit i am not a good at drinking. =( But i am going to train myself! hahax.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for panadol if not i think i will have to suffer in silence. Lols. Then lessons after break= BORIN~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that is the communication skills lesson which never fails to make me ashame. Really~.&lt;br /&gt;I really think i got to change le. I don't mind telling you what's wrong with me. It's like at times when i done something wrong, i really hope that someone will correct me but when someone correct me i will feel like so ashame of myself. It's like so simple yet i can't get it right~&lt;br /&gt;And i get frustrated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must change!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=) Must o ...&lt;br /&gt;heehee.. Find myself so irritating at times.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i think most of my class people play maple..*gasp* Can you imagine? Maple is so kiddy. Oh, no offence. But it's kind of xiao hai zi game and it reminds me of Mario although Mario is like more suitable for adults. Lols. Maple fanatics are going to kill me...&lt;br /&gt;Okok, then after school i met yue and we head to bugis. I think i am practically dragging myself cause i am like having a headache and feeling so god damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;And look around for stuff. I really suck at getting gifts~&lt;br /&gt;Heehee..&lt;br /&gt;But never mind.&lt;br /&gt;So tired...&lt;br /&gt;wanna sleep le. Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114657760163020804?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114657760163020804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114657760163020804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/sick-sick-and-sick_114657760163020804.html' title='Sick sick anD sick'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114657758054134156</id><published>2006-05-02T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:46:20.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick sick anD sick</title><content type='html'>I am suffering from headache as i said in the morning and it got worst in school.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, something i am so proud of today!&lt;br /&gt;Heez, although i have splitting headache today, i manage to finsh my computer programming at quite a short period of time. Heehee. But it's quite tormenting for me even now when i am using the computer. Hee.. Then after that is break. And during the break in class, i really felt sick. My face was burning hot and i am feeling giddy. Thanks to what i drank yesterday. Fine, i shall admit i am not a good at drinking. =( But i am going to train myself! hahax.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for panadol if not i think i will have to suffer in silence. Lols. Then lessons after break= BORIN~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that is the communication skills lesson which never fails to make me ashame. Really~.&lt;br /&gt;I really think i got to change le. I don't mind telling you what's wrong with me. It's like at times when i done something wrong, i really hope that someone will correct me but when someone correct me i will feel like so ashame of myself. It's like so simple yet i can't get it right~&lt;br /&gt;And i get frustrated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must change!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=) Must o ...&lt;br /&gt;heehee.. Find myself so irritating at times.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i think most of my class people play maple..*gasp* Can you imagine? Maple is so kiddy. Oh, no offence. But it's kind of xiao hai zi game and it reminds me of Mario although Mario is like more suitable for adults. Lols. Maple fanatics are going to kill me...&lt;br /&gt;Okok, then after school i met yue and we head to bugis. I think i am practically dragging myself cause i am like having a headache and feeling so god damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;And look around for stuff. I really suck at getting gifts~&lt;br /&gt;Heehee..&lt;br /&gt;But never mind.&lt;br /&gt;So tired...&lt;br /&gt;wanna sleep le. Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114657758054134156?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114657758054134156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114657758054134156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/sick-sick-and-sick_02.html' title='Sick sick anD sick'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114652131217537602</id><published>2006-05-02T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T06:08:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SiCk~</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went out to Novena to eat buffet dinner yesterday and i am so filled with guilt. =(&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Vienna and there are so many delicacies there. And not forgetting the alcoholic part.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't drink alot but then i am having a headache now, a splitting headache. And can you imagine i got to go school in such a state and the first three lessons are on computer. OMG~&lt;br /&gt;I tried the raw oyster~ yes, you heard me right, RAW. Can you imagine~ I added to much of tobasco. And although i told them that it's nice, actually it isn't. It's not totally nice. My sister reminded me that oysters eat/suck dirt and i am eating dirt in this case. Yucks~&lt;br /&gt;But one thing i don't like bout the food is that there is not much Choice for Veggies. =(&lt;br /&gt;Lols. And i drank alcoholic drinks although the notice says: Under 18 not allowed. I guess i look old right. Hahax..&lt;br /&gt;Shall post the pics when i get home k..&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114652131217537602?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114652131217537602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114652131217537602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/sick.html' title='SiCk~'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114645921024045814</id><published>2006-05-01T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:53:30.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/untitled1.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dumb think-a-gram by me.&lt;br /&gt;It's so freakin' easy right.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's easy but at least allow me post it for fun.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i need not give u the answer again.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114645921024045814?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114645921024045814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114645921024045814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-dumb-think-gram-by-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114645729460263944</id><published>2006-05-01T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T12:21:34.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging again</title><content type='html'>Am i blogging too fast or rather too much?&lt;br /&gt;I think i am! But i can't help. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Ok let's see what i have done and what i will be doing today.&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing my maths and shall proceed to others. I am hardworking right?! Lols.&lt;br /&gt;I know i am. Haha. Kind of thick-skin right. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Must finish my homework and revising cox later going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i wanna watch movie on the 5th of may..Anyone? That is on a Friday. Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114645729460263944?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114645729460263944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114645729460263944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging again'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114641235755403237</id><published>2006-04-30T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:52:37.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~~</title><content type='html'>Was looking at some people's blog and suddenly one of the entry hit me. It bought some unhappy events back into memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been deliberately trying to get rid of that memory or at least hide it in one of the darkest corner in me.&lt;br /&gt;I have no wish to go into that topic anymore but at times i feel that there is no way to get rid of that memory. As much as i want to forget about it, i always can somehow remember every single detail of that incident. Though it happened quite long ago and i and yue seldom or rather never talked about it le, i still am unable to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you might be thinking: it's no big deal! or something like that. Cause i mean i can't be feeling worst then the family right.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, i am weak and i can't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;I seen it and it's in my mind forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could just say them out but i will never cross the barrier..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114641235755403237?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114641235755403237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114641235755403237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_30.html' title='~~~~~'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114640488362386826</id><published>2006-04-30T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T21:48:03.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging once again~</title><content type='html'>Jing have decided. As usual, giving up is always a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;So i shall give up on him. =)&lt;br /&gt;Just see him everyday can le.&lt;br /&gt;Now i shall just focus on learning more stuff and "upgrading" myself.&lt;br /&gt;No time to be a xiao meimei to yue le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~am i blogging too much~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114640488362386826?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114640488362386826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114640488362386826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/blogging-once-again.html' title='Blogging once again~'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114640102843850455</id><published>2006-04-30T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:43:48.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~Love Is Like Quicksand: The Deeper You Fall In It The Harder It Is To Get Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Just Because Someone Doesn't Love You The Way You Want Them To, Doesn't Mean They Don't Love You With All They Have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If You Really Love Something Set It Free. If It Comes Back It's Yours, If Not It Wasn't Meant To Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Its hard to pretend you love someone when you don't but its harder to pretend that you don't love someone when you really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If it's wrong to love you, then my heartjust wont let me be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experiencemakes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?&lt;br /&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Never say goodbye when you still want to try. N ever give up when you still feel that you can take it. N ever say you no longer love a person when you can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.~I know in reality we can't be together, so I just close my eyes and you're right here with me... in my dreams you're mine forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114640102843850455?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114640102843850455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114640102843850455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-is-like-quicksand-deeper-you-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114639956002584324</id><published>2006-04-30T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:19:20.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A think-a-gram done by me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's so easy but i tried to make it harder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess i need not give you the answer right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114639956002584324?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114639956002584324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114639956002584324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/think-gram-done-by-meits-so-easy-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114639909510088648</id><published>2006-04-30T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:11:35.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crab or craPz</title><content type='html'>Went to meet yueying at "er tou" today to do the dumb Pd thingy. Sian~&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Then as usual she crap alot. Lols. Really mah, i cannot lie de o. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;We intend to do the Pd but due to crapping, we end up doing nothing much. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked and crapped all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Talked bout alot of stuff as usual and yue told me about her embarrasing incident in the lecture hall. Her "table" came off! Lols. So embarrasing lo. Yue is so...&lt;br /&gt;She ever since go poly, her mind full of dirty thoughts de lehx. Today talking about pupil(the eyes) and she called it pubic. OOpx. Very what right. Yue ar yue. Must clean ur mind ever now and then arx. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i am very curious about some stuff. Like some people always say that when you speak to someone, you must look into the eyes. But, if you do that, won't you end up like observing the eyeball and then suddenly feel awkard? Yue say will lehx. But whenever i speak to people, i try my best not to look into the eyes cause i will get distracted by the movement of the eyeball. =P&lt;br /&gt;Think too much right. But no choice mahx.. heehee..&lt;br /&gt;Yue says although we almost everyday meet, we still have loads of stuff to say but i know why cox we all crap too much!&lt;br /&gt;Lols. One of the things we did today is to compete on some lame stuff. We see who can write down all the names of our classmate in the shortest time possible. I won!! Yipee. Heehee. Ok, fine, nothing to be proud of. Heex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about the first day of orientation in poly. Suddenly feel that time really pass very fast lo. And we really miss our ex-classmates too! Wonder when we can all meet up again and have a chalet. Hee, hope it will be real soon!&lt;br /&gt;When i think of stuff that like happen in sec1 and 2, i would feel so sad. Cox time really just paass like that. =(&lt;br /&gt;Miss everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;And soon, time will pass just like that! Haix.&lt;br /&gt;!!!! Shouldn't be thinking like that~&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Am trying to be in a happy state lo. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tryin to look for a part time job or something cox i am going to be broke. I will be given some money tomorrow and i think it will gone soon! Like i need to pay for the component and equipment.. Get my ezslink card doone, buy some stuff..and tadaa, all gone!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;I must learn to save money le.&lt;br /&gt;Haix. sadx. The thought of just giving away 75+ dollars just like that really make my heartache man. Haix. Pathetic me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~Lost sheep~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114639909510088648?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114639909510088648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114639909510088648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/crab-or-crapz.html' title='Crab or craPz'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114636588759268925</id><published>2006-04-30T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:58:07.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gackt</title><content type='html'>I can't post in online so i will be leaving the links here.&lt;br /&gt;All videos on Gackt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yh3Ic17DF2Y"&gt;Gackt1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kiWS9R21K2w"&gt;Gackt2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cM1qntB3r-Q"&gt;Gackt3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2B7PTFlAh4c"&gt;GAckt4,A must watch cox it's hilarious&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-he8z5bXw3c"&gt;Gackt5 on utaban&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCny0FOLEfw"&gt;Gackt playing billibowl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ieY3pbPwugo"&gt;Gackt7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Vbu-OspDhA"&gt;gackt8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAsjIWs6yqM"&gt;Gackt9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRhINHtojmU"&gt;GACkt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all for today!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114636588759268925?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114636588759268925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114636588759268925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/gackt.html' title='Gackt'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114631014806330184</id><published>2006-04-29T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:29:08.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian 1/2</title><content type='html'>It's a SATURDAY! Which means rest! But of course i am doing some work as usual. Nothiing much for the day. Oh yes, i ate Pizza for dinner and Baked rice. Guilty now. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now feeling so guilty for doing certain things. Perhaps i shouldn't have tried to help.&lt;br /&gt;What can i do now except hope that no one gets hurt or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Arx. Time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**i tried to look for more think-a-grams but i can't!&lt;br /&gt;I shall make up some myself. heehee!&lt;br /&gt;Till then- byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114631014806330184?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114631014806330184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114631014806330184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/sian-12.html' title='Sian 1/2'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114624366891088241</id><published>2006-04-29T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T01:01:08.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad habit</title><content type='html'>I hate to wait for someone to go online and then wait and wait..&lt;br /&gt;my daily routine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114624366891088241?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114624366891088241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114624366891088241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/bad-habit.html' title='Bad habit'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114623819254622206</id><published>2006-04-28T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:29:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH</title><content type='html'>i got it right after i tried thinkin again!!yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114623819254622206?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114623819254622206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114623819254622206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/yeah.html' title='YEAH'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114623755260082820</id><published>2006-04-28T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:19:12.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb</title><content type='html'>i am like staring at the tutorial question for the past few minutes. And i just can't get it right.&lt;br /&gt;I am really feeling so dumb. I always thought that no one is dumb, just not wanting to learn.&lt;br /&gt;But now i know it's really a matter whether you are dumb or not.&lt;br /&gt;And it so happens that i am walking into the dumb phrase.I am really going to breakdown although i know that the module is not hard!&lt;br /&gt; but i am dumb..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114623755260082820?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114623755260082820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114623755260082820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/dumb.html' title='Dumb'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114620796565301208</id><published>2006-04-28T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T15:06:05.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last!</title><content type='html'>I remember what i wanna look for le. It's think-a-grams! i got for. So think what's the word/phrase.. Answers below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/tg28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/tg28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/tg26.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/tg26.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/tg27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/tg27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/tg25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/tg25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers: up for grabs, crisis in family, double agent, big industry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/tg25.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/tg25.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114620796565301208?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114620796565301208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114620796565301208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/at-last.html' title='At last!'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114620706428251502</id><published>2006-04-28T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:51:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Term memory</title><content type='html'>Not meeting chris le.. Her mom don't allow.&lt;br /&gt;And now i am stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;=( Trying to see if i can finish my work. For a moment ago i remembered that i wanted to go online to check something but now i totally forgot what i wanted to look.  Oh my gosh. I need to try to remembr. What is it!! I really cannot remember le. What is it man! Forget it i can't remember le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my brain. It works so slow! I still can't remember. How???? Haix. Give up on thinking le. Maybe later remember le then say.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114620706428251502?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114620706428251502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114620706428251502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/short-term-memory.html' title='Short Term memory'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114619893748137797</id><published>2006-04-28T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:35:37.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short post</title><content type='html'>met up with june to school today. And lesson can be boring man!&lt;br /&gt;But i like the computer programming lesson lo.. can be quite interesting. It will sort of want me to learn more and there will be desire to learn. Cause' it's like words can make up something. Ok fine, they are not just words.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the computer programmin lesson!&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Today is not bad bahx. But the girls in our class got good chemistry. Lols. Like delphine and hui li wore the same color and june and i wore green top .LOls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i must keep my post short cox later meeting my girlfriends later. But to study la.. But yue like not going cox she sick! She transfered the virus to me le.. Lols..&lt;br /&gt;ok..end le..tata&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for doing this or reacting like that. Whenever i am in such situation, i can't help but hate and despise myself. I just can't stop myself from thinking of you. I do not want to get serious with it, but u are affecting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114619893748137797?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114619893748137797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114619893748137797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/short-post.html' title='Short post'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114614743655105253</id><published>2006-04-27T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:17:16.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLS..</title><content type='html'>Yue says we go on a cruise on our third year. So yue and i will be saving money for the trip. Hopefully we  can really get to go. Maybe taking cruise although i want to go Eygpt actually.&lt;br /&gt;But yue, say le must go de k! Set de ar..&lt;br /&gt;Save money! Got three years to save money, more than enough!! We take the cruise to Egypt can? I check le..have lehx..Lols..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114614743655105253?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114614743655105253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114614743655105253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/lols.html' title='LOLS..'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114614396269711614</id><published>2006-04-27T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:19:22.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit!</title><content type='html'>Met yue for school today and june too. Then it was raining, and i am like walking like a duck due to my shoes. Twice my shoes came off. So embarrasing. But i guess i will get use to it. Sounds so pathetic..&lt;br /&gt;Lols. then have lecture lecture and practical. I love pract but i found out that during the maths lesson, i understood what the lecturer said but after that i will tend to forget everything! oh my god.. A mind disorder..&lt;br /&gt;Lols..after school i met yue then went to see some people play pool. See them play can be quite fun. Somemore got the "crapper" yue around. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;After that then head to Mos to eat eat.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a typical kind of day larx. Then after that betrand called us to see the NYP band. Kind of weird. Then decide to head home at around 7 plus and walking that scary area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my phone is spoiled! cAn't send messages le...&lt;br /&gt;=....(&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;yue, once again a message for you.. feel so pathetic at times!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114614396269711614?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114614396269711614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114614396269711614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/shit.html' title='Shit!'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114609174172108658</id><published>2006-04-27T06:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T06:49:01.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit!</title><content type='html'>I have been reading some blogs recently and I am really irritated by them.&lt;br /&gt;As you know, the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "gay" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;blog is so "in" now and the blog which i went tohad so many faggots tagging dumb comments. And some even decide to blog bout their hatred for gays in their blog. What the hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am neither against nor for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gays &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i just can't stand it when people decide to view them in such digusting manner. I mean, i am not being naive or anything but how can someone bear to say such comments to another human being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading what some bloggers wrote, i was thinking to myself: why is it that only when gay display their love online then they blog bout it? Why ain't boy-girl thingy blogged about?&lt;br /&gt;Whether their sex perfeernce is normal(society accepted) or not, is it for us to say?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Arx.forget it man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114609174172108658?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114609174172108658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114609174172108658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/dammit.html' title='Dammit!'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114604678715372205</id><published>2006-04-26T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T18:19:47.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to blog about today.. Just me plain stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Today as usual went to school, had lessons that are boring.&lt;br /&gt;But i am feeling more tense up as time goes by. It's all to do with me. I shouldn't be like that but i have cultivated such a bad habit over the years. Like whenever i study, i only have one goal in mind and that is to do the best. So whenever i feel that i an slacking or falling back, i will switch to emergency mode where i just think of ways to do better and all that. Can be very taxing.  Especially now, cox my class people i think are considered smart, well, at least smarter than me, I have the urge to do very well.&lt;br /&gt;I always try to kick the habit, but i can't. I just can't. What can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. Today i was waiting for yue and hazeeq at the atrium when i felt like vomiting man. The area where i stood is near the stairs and people pass by me. When they pass by, i can smell the perfume, sweat and stuuf like that. It's really sucky. All different kinds of perfume and the smell is so so so strong. Yukes. I think i will not stand there anymore man. Lols.. So when they came, i kinda was in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after meeting them, we went to eat and then head home. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, if you noticed that i am writing in such a dis-organised way and with so many errors, i am so sorry. I am in a hurry now. Alot of stuff to do  you see. Lols..&lt;br /&gt;I think i better end here. tata..&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;yue arx, i don't wanna sound like a freakin lovesick/chlidish gurl(or wateva u call me) but at times i really feel so hopeless. It's like i can't be the perfect person for the perfect -him-.&lt;br /&gt;Scold me! Scold me for being easily attracted to someone. But perhaps i can wait for time to help me? I hope so. Or else..hmmm.. Perhaps i should just divert my attention to my studies but honestly at times in class i can't concentrate.. Lols...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114604678715372205?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114604678715372205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114604678715372205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114597152355909214</id><published>2006-04-25T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:25:23.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorrys..&lt;br /&gt;found an error on my entry..&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it's grow up not go up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114597152355909214?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114597152355909214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114597152355909214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/sorrys.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114597086622885370</id><published>2006-04-25T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:14:26.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened?!</title><content type='html'>I think i am losing myself soon. The old cheerful and crazy me.&lt;br /&gt;My friends say it's because i am going up le but i don't want to go up!&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to grow up! I hate to see the dark side of grown ups.&lt;br /&gt;And i can never understand why adults think so different. Or am i just weird?&lt;br /&gt;For example, while waiting for the train, i realised that the working adults tend to queue up but then not board the train. It's like what's the point of Q-ing up when you ain't boarding! Self-centered freaks! They want to queue just because they can wait for the empty train so as to get a sit, but then please spare a thought for people wanting to board the partially filled train. I really am so afraid of growing up to be like them. As i said, i think i am living in the wrong era. I hate the life now man! So what if the technology is advanced! The people living on earth is so stressed up trying to follow the fast-paced technology. Notice that i say technology. Cause i think the people inventing those stuff can't even catch up with the pace.&lt;br /&gt;And with this advanced technology era, things come easily. Just by clicking a bottom or a key, you can view just contact your friend online and sometimes, such a way of communication is a failure. Imagine speaking online with someone. Can chat for long hours but when facing each other, there is prractically silence.  But then of course, there are Pros and Cons la. But it just make people take things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen one day if all technology fail. What will happen to our way of life? What do we eat? etc. Improvement is good, but someday, there will be a point of time wherby every progress stop. There is a limit in everything. Like, a mountain. Climb to highest and then that is the end, and everyone comes down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. Pardon me for typing crap because i am thinking in the right mind. Oh my, you read what i have just written? The english totally sucks. What happened to me? Fine, i am not going to speak chinese from tomorrow onwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. From what i said earlier on tech, i think i am contradicting myself by being in the course i am.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, if i hate technology so much, why am i blogging or even using the computer? Contradicting once again. I have become a slave of technology. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fine, enough of my crap.&lt;br /&gt;What have i done today?&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning and head to school. Start lesson and that module totally sucks. Three hours of doing the same things= boring.&lt;br /&gt;But at least the lab work is not boring. It's programming stuff and things like that. But i really hate to use computer in school cause i notice that when i use the computer, my facial expression is so off. Especially when i am concentrating hard, i think i will open my mouth. Why am i saying this? lols. Better to say now then let someone find out later. LOls..&lt;br /&gt;After the programming lesson is break. Went to eat the very salty porridge. Then went to do homework.. Head to tut room. Then blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;Very boring larx.. But i saw two of them.. lols..&lt;br /&gt;fine, i won't go to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lesson then meet yue lo. Nothing much larx. Just hear yue crap and crap as usual. LOls..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, saw valenri and elson. Lols. So nice. Hahax...&lt;br /&gt;I can't get use to life in class. I mean i feel so demoted in a sense. Is like i use to know quite alot but now in class i feel like a complete idiot and i hate the feeling! Is so disappointing and i will start wondering is it whether i am lazy or plain dumb. Just give me no motivation to do well like before. I think i better start doing something bout that. Haix. What to do what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i don't understand certain things i also do not dare to ask, ego problem la..&lt;br /&gt;Irritating lo.&lt;br /&gt;Gemini trait ma? Two sides of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me..&lt;br /&gt;LOLs...&lt;br /&gt;fine, gotta end it short and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114597086622885370?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114597086622885370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114597086622885370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-happened.html' title='What happened?!'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114591698456819230</id><published>2006-04-25T06:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T06:16:24.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta-ta</title><content type='html'>Had school yesterday and the last lesson was boring~! As usual but i like the practical lesson on the diodes thingy. Patience is still something i lack! Must learn to be patient. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of wierd for me in class. You will understand why if you understand me very well. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's talk about PD. It's kind off useless and stuff. Very CME. But my teacher told us about an article and i went home to read it. It's totally inspiring. About this business man..dying..wrote about his life and stuff..You should go read it if ya free. It's the sunday times on 23April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, was worried for some people but as times go by, i am sure i will find you not that nice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;tata..that's the end..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114591698456819230?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114591698456819230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114591698456819230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/ta-ta.html' title='Ta-ta'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114579578129301856</id><published>2006-04-23T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:36:21.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>My sister suddenly talked bout rabbits and i thought of my like rabbit, blackie.&lt;br /&gt;She was killed by my sister's rabbit, snowie.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up one day to know that her raBBit had killed my rabbit by stepping on her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114579578129301856?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114579578129301856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114579578129301856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114579485047299069</id><published>2006-04-23T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:20:50.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAsic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stutzfamily.com/mrstutz/eisgeneral/computerparts.html"&gt;http://www.stutzfamily.com/mrstutz/eisgeneral/computerparts.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114579485047299069?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114579485047299069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114579485047299069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/basic.html' title='BAsic'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114579455317429192</id><published>2006-04-23T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:15:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember me saying i will update pics? OK since i have a little bit of time..&lt;br /&gt;You see the two very chio gurls..they are ying and xing..Took it at MOS burger there de..lols...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/ying%20and%20xing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/ying%20and%20xing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a very *pukes picture of me. I took it quite some time ago le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/__4___3_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/__4___3_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i will try not to post my pictures le k..lols..&lt;br /&gt;before someone comes hitting me..&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;Just ate the ginger soup "tang yuan"..&lt;br /&gt;i love ginger so much!&lt;br /&gt;HaaHaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading up on computer stuff and thank god that i am finally taken an interest in computer.&lt;br /&gt;If i ain't interested then i think i am a goner le. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that it isn't for the time being de lo. For so long never study then now suddenly need to study and be worried about assignments really make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the feeling of being unsure of what i am doing.&lt;br /&gt;But i think now i am closer to being aware of what i am doing and where i will be heading in three years times. Think too much? NOpex.just that i don't want to be regretting what i am doing. But of course i won't be really planning my life cause it's actually a waste of time as there are times where the unexpected occurs right. Lols.. Jing really think alot. Hahax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine fine fine..Oh yes.. Yue if ya reading this.. Can we go Marina Bay eat on Wednesday? Call ying and chris too..can? Very long never go there eat le.. how? Must gimme a reply o.&lt;br /&gt;Lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a sucky day! Monday. Actually i really hate to go school. ok fine, no one likes going to school. Especially early in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG..i am watching Changjin now so there may be interruptions wherby i suddenly comment on it. The Lian Sheng is so ke lian. And is ya watching ChangJin, you will hate that lady so much.. The lady with Jinying..Argh...&lt;br /&gt;Why is there such sad story!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, before i end..Yue..u said things cannot control de right. Yeaps i agree but some things of don't control will get out of hand and in my case, no friendship can be made between us de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..before i get vulgar.which i seldom am.. lols..sounds weird. Got to brush up on my english le..&lt;br /&gt;lols..log off le..shall write more if i can think of something to blog..tata..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114579455317429192?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114579455317429192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114579455317429192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/remember-me-saying-i-will-update-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114577004530712848</id><published>2006-04-23T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:27:25.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAmn it man</title><content type='html'>So irritated by the lap top and myself le!&lt;br /&gt;Just can't get connected to nyp wirelss LAN thingy..&lt;br /&gt;So angry..&lt;br /&gt;Arghh..need help!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114577004530712848?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114577004530712848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114577004530712848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/damn-it-man.html' title='DAmn it man'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114576184921890999</id><published>2006-04-23T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:10:49.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>Woke up late yesterday so was late to meet mum at Lavender.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to this very old kopitiam to eat. The place is so dirty lorx!&lt;br /&gt;So when i eat i must try to divert my attention away from the rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;After eating then we head to Funan the IT mall to get the free addi. RAM..&lt;br /&gt;i shall post the pic of the RAM other day.&lt;br /&gt;But i haven't install the thingy cox must unscrew the lappy so must wait till i free then do..&lt;br /&gt;Lazy me right..&lt;br /&gt;After that then we head to Millenia Walk to get Wonka Bars and see the people yo-yo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Been so long since we went to see them. Lols. Then we head to suntec and i bought a top and a bottom.&lt;br /&gt;It's so cheap lo (jing is such a cheapo right..lols)..&lt;br /&gt;then we ate at KFC..&lt;br /&gt;then took a cab home..&lt;br /&gt;then went to do something.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS...&lt;br /&gt;So sian that tomorrow start school le arx..&lt;br /&gt;I hate PD lesson man!&lt;br /&gt;Hate it sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;At least got motivation go school can le lorx..i think..&lt;br /&gt;(*slaps myself on the head)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Thought of this person again yesterday. But then what's the point right.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i think that a person is nice, it always turn out to be the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;So now i am trying so hard to tell myself that he is not nice to prevent disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;But it's so hard. He is practicaly perfect. Ok fine, no one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;So yue ar..try to persuade me or convince me that he is not good looking and not smart and not nice k.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;~~"EC0628 guy" arx...Don't do things that you will regret..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114576184921890999?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114576184921890999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114576184921890999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114563941798815382</id><published>2006-04-22T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T01:10:17.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stuff again</title><content type='html'>I am so insulted man! Feels like i am a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Christina_breadboard484lq.jpg"&gt;See this and you will know.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child doing that..&lt;br /&gt;lols..crap once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114563941798815382?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114563941798815382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114563941798815382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-stuff-again.html' title='Some stuff again'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114563898074988691</id><published>2006-04-22T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T01:03:00.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some information</title><content type='html'>Decided to do something each time i get online and that is to search on something to do with my course and place it here.&lt;br /&gt;Being the computer idiot that i am, the information may be very crappy and basic but you may choose not to read it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stuff that i found is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random-access memory (commonly known by its &lt;a title="Acronym" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acronym"&gt;acronym&lt;/a&gt; RAM) refers to data storage formats and equipment that allow the stored data to be accessed in any order -- that is, at random, not just &lt;a title="Sequential access" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sequential_access"&gt;in sequence&lt;/a&gt;. In contrast, other types of memory devices (such as &lt;a title="Magnetic tape" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magnetic_tape"&gt;magnetic tapes&lt;/a&gt;, disks, and drums) can access data on the storage medium only in a predetermined order due to constraints in their mechanical design.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, RAM in a computer is considered main memory (or &lt;a title="Primary storage" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primary_storage"&gt;primary storage&lt;/a&gt;): the working area used for displaying and manipulating data. This type of RAM is usually in the form of &lt;a title="Integrated circuit" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Integrated_circuit"&gt;integrated circuits (IC)&lt;/a&gt;. These are commonly called memory sticks or RAM sticks because they are manufactured as small &lt;a title="Circuit board" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circuit_board"&gt;circuit boards&lt;/a&gt; with plastic packaging and are about the size of a few sticks of gum. Most &lt;a title="Personal computers" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personal_computers"&gt;personal computers&lt;/a&gt; have slots for adding and replacing memory chips.&lt;br /&gt;RAM is typically erased when a computer is shut down, though some RAM chips maintain data indefinitely without electrical power. Technically, RAM devices are not limited to memory chips, and random-access memory as a storage format is not limited to use as working memory. In a broad sense, modern storage devices for long-term or &lt;a title="Secondary storage" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secondary_storage"&gt;secondary storage&lt;/a&gt;, including magnetic media and laser-readable &lt;a title="CD" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CD"&gt;CDs&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="DVD" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DVD"&gt;DVDs&lt;/a&gt;, are forms of random-access memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="image" title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Wiktionary-logo-en.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up &lt;a class="extiw" title="wiktionary:RAM" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/RAM"&gt;RAM&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="extiw" title="wiktionary:random_access_memory" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/random_access_memory"&gt;random access memory&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a title="Wiktionary" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wiktionary"&gt;Wiktionary&lt;/a&gt;, the free dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Most RAM can be both written to and read from, so "RAM" is often used interchangeably with "&lt;a title="Read-write memory" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Read-write_memory"&gt;read-write memory&lt;/a&gt;." In this sense, RAM is the opposite of &lt;a title="Read-only memory" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Read-only_memory"&gt;read-only memory (ROM)&lt;/a&gt;. Strictly speaking, however, "RAM" and "ROM" are not mutually exclusive designations because "RAM" refers only to the method of accessing stored data, not whether data can be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~Very cut and paste right. But i did read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RAM"&gt;click here to get into the website for pics and more info!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114563898074988691?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114563898074988691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114563898074988691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-information.html' title='Some information'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114563183989861543</id><published>2006-04-21T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:03:59.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great</title><content type='html'>I got a lap-top at last. LOls.. Time to blog!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week in school already. Kind of getting used to certain things but not the class.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the guys are kind of different.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons can be ok at times but during lecture, it's totally boring!&lt;br /&gt;Kind of regret taking the course actually cause i am practically a computer idiot.&lt;br /&gt;I mean using the computer is easy but understanding it is so difficult man!&lt;br /&gt;But i won't be giving up so easily, i will try till i get it right!&lt;br /&gt;The old me is back! The one who always wants to be the best in something.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is me. I ain't sure. Now i am trying to pair my friend and my classmate. Lols..&lt;br /&gt;Busybody me. Okok. Before i get killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff bout school. School is small. And class is small.&lt;br /&gt;Shall elaborate on school other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to meet xing and ying after school today at Mos.&lt;br /&gt;So nice meeting them up. Been so long since we four met.&lt;br /&gt;All different schools...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, to hazeeq if you read this,&lt;br /&gt;   Please do not give up arx. Try your very best! Got yue and me to help you out. Hang on there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. Stop my nagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;He's someone smart, cool and everything nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114563183989861543?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114563183989861543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114563183989861543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/great.html' title='Great'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114536141166575802</id><published>2006-04-18T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:56:51.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute updates</title><content type='html'>Woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;Been MIA..&lt;br /&gt;I have been in NYP for 2 days..coping well..&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my OGLs..Nelly..and JB..&lt;br /&gt;My class is not too bad..nice people..&lt;br /&gt;thank god..&lt;br /&gt;but some lesson can be boring and tough..&lt;br /&gt;but there are people to help me..&lt;br /&gt;oh yes..&lt;br /&gt;to all reading..&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is on 8th june..&lt;br /&gt;lols..&lt;br /&gt;thick-skinned..&lt;br /&gt;no time to start on elaboration..but i am missing him so much..&lt;br /&gt;loving you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********update my pics soon!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114536141166575802?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114536141166575802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114536141166575802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-minute-updates.html' title='Last minute updates'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114206999838933070</id><published>2006-03-11T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:39:58.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to square One.</title><content type='html'>Okays, done my thinking le..&lt;br /&gt;Okayx, i shall just go ahead with the choice i am given.&lt;br /&gt;yupx..&lt;br /&gt;back to the primitive me..&lt;br /&gt;to the me with totally nothing...&lt;br /&gt;perhapx that is the best path for me..&lt;br /&gt;yuPx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;no more sad ppost from now onwards...&lt;br /&gt;tata..&lt;br /&gt;till then, bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114206999838933070?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114206999838933070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114206999838933070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to square One.'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114206730718636600</id><published>2006-03-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T16:55:07.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/multi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/multi.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lols...&lt;br /&gt;upsate this pic done by ying..&lt;br /&gt;lols...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114206730718636600?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114206730718636600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114206730718636600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/03/lols.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114205836963464382</id><published>2006-03-11T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T14:26:09.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick post.</title><content type='html'>I totally regret my choice to enrol in a poly. I mean studying in poly is great, but the enrolment part totally sucks. But i still got to go ahead with it. Lols. Kind of afraid of the medical check up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Okays, such things aside. Recently i got so much emotions in me. So much thoughts running on my mind. Writing in down may help to re-organise them. I went out with a friend of my and she told me about getting a boyfriend in poly. And stuff like that. And i went home thinking about it. Is it really that important? Is it peer pressure or simply to reassure oneself that one won't be left on the shelf. I don't know. Perhaps i have never really thought of getting a guy. To me, a relationship mean more than a girl and guy getting together and getting intimate. I don't know. Too young to understand. Lols. Trust that many girls are cursing me now. &lt;br /&gt;Just a thought. &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i don't know what i want. Sometimes i feel that i am born in a wrong era. Well, forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I onced thought that studying was not important. I thought being happy was just the main thing in life. But now i know i am wrong. Very wrong. Everyone look at you in certain ways, so scary that i can't imagine. Perhaps even someone so close to you, is capable of being your enemy overnight. A human is so vulnerable to changes. Well, i don't know. I just hope that i can never grow up. Hope i can continue living in my Neverland. Filled with fantasies. In a child's world, nothing is impossible. Everything can be done. I can never return to that state. Never. I hate this feeling of not being able to do something. Being unable to do anything. Life is indeed full of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a show yesterday, and it made me full of regrets. Is about this girl who wants to find a guy whom she slapped before but has never said sorry. But the guy died. Which means that she can never say sorry to that guy. I hate to regret. Really hate to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix..Forget it..i don't want to talk too much. Not much to blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. I am also so interested in a word. It's Euthanasia. It's a interesting word to me. &lt;br /&gt;Definition: Euthanasia: the intentional killing by act or omission of a dependent human being for his or her alleged benefit. (The key word here is "intentional". If death is not intended, it is not an act of euthanasia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114205836963464382?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114205836963464382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114205836963464382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/03/quick-post.html' title='a quick post.'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-114136460966743494</id><published>2006-03-03T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:43:29.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Posting results</title><content type='html'>Am posted to Civil and Structural Engineering in SP. It's not a good news and not that bad too..&lt;br /&gt;arh..craps..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am doing quite fine... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.I.A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-114136460966743494?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114136460966743494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/114136460966743494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-posting-results.html' title='My Posting results'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113981497014519173</id><published>2006-02-13T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:16:10.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Once again..</title><content type='html'>Some updates on what has happeneed to me again...&lt;br /&gt;pictures first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/TO%20BE%20DELETED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/TO%20BE%20DELETED.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/....to%20be%20deleted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/....to%20be%20deleted.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupx...Venturing into more unlike me stuff. But none of those punky stuff. Lols. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yesw, the lunar new yeAR is OVER! finally. Love this year's new year. Not only is the hongbao collection good, there are people visiting my house too!! WOOhoO. My aunt and my cousin came with his girlfriend. LOLS...&lt;br /&gt;The lunar new year celebration had something missing.. Gambling. Yupx, i turned down aLL GAMLING due to my results. I made myse4lf swear that i will not gamble till the results are out. But it's still useless anyway. LOLS...&lt;br /&gt;But it was only during the day of recieving rresults that i understood why i have been slacking the whole year. My motivation is off. All along my ambition has been to do something thAt holds justice. But it seems to me that there is no job that does that. Even my childhood dream of becoming a teacher. No teacher is fair and just in his teachings. A lawyer is a job that certainky does not hold justice. LoLs.. ARghhh. Where's the motivation? &lt;br /&gt;hmm...crappy stuff once again..&lt;br /&gt;Must try to get myself on track again. Starting school soon, i hope. A new beginning. A new start. Never know what is ahead of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes..went to sentosa with ying and yue a few days ago. not too bad la.. Haahaa...&lt;br /&gt;okok...shall stop crapping.. But am going to miss my computer.&lt;br /&gt;i am a slave of technology. Once the computer is my slave, but now, i am it's slave...argh........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113981497014519173?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113981497014519173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113981497014519173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/updates-once-again.html' title='Updates Once again..'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113980963030116889</id><published>2006-02-13T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:47:10.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrys</title><content type='html'>BAck after more than a month.. lols..&lt;br /&gt;okays, update on how i am doing. Just got back my results, but no celebrations. Did very lousy. 14. Yupx. But it's all expected. So now, i am choosing the courses. The worst part of O level.&lt;br /&gt;Never been so afraid in my life. Not knowing what will br planned for me in future. i hate things that i can never predict.&lt;br /&gt;To all O level takers, the worst part of O level is not the exam but the choosing of course itself. Perhaps like many said, too many choices makes it less.&lt;br /&gt;Sucky sucky sucky. What to do. Whenever i need help, i look into my phonebook and stare at every name, but sad to say, i cant find someone to confide in. My fault? i ain't sure. My attitude?&lt;br /&gt;My sister says my attitude sucks. But i know i am not being attitude, but just persistent about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all i got to say. Am going to leave the blog for alittle while. Wait till i get my comp back working..&lt;br /&gt;till then...tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113980963030116889?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113980963030116889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113980963030116889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorrys.html' title='Sorrys'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113682418715785670</id><published>2006-01-10T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:29:47.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds</title><content type='html'>My sis and i were walking home from Northpoint when i suddenly ask: Do birds..pee?&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone know..&lt;br /&gt; So i went to check it out. And they do! but reliabilty of ource is unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.straightdope.com/mailbag/mbirdpee.html"&gt;http://www.straightdope.com/mailbag/mbirdpee.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113682418715785670?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113682418715785670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113682418715785670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/birds.html' title='Birds'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113679077693290927</id><published>2006-01-09T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T15:20:08.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crappy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/Blog%20pic%20one%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/Blog%20pic%20one%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Raffles Place just now to accompany my sister for a job interview at Recruit Express. Honestly, I really hate the place. The people there are practically DEAD. Looking at them is really a boring thing. They are like zombies, worked by money. Every second, every minute is money. Really very pitiful. I don’t want to be like them. Lols. My sister and I were there early so we just loiter around my dad’s previous workplace, Standard Chartered building. And we sported the building Ming Yi Fa Shi performed his stunt at. While watching the charity show yesterday, all I felt when Ming Yi Fa Shi did his thing was: okay, so it’s very high, and he is so close to the edge. Yupx. But when I saw the building, I was like: huh?! It’s so bloody hell high or rather tall. Just look at the difference. My gosh. He is really superb. The speech he gave yesterday(which caused Ella to cry) moved me to tears man. He is really so holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoLs. Today is the first time I understand the phrase “ time is crawling”. The time there really pass very slowly. Like one minute is the normal 5 minutes. Like hell. Then after quite some time, we went to take the lift. Being the “ar songs”(which meant noobs or something like that), we took the wrong lift. So bloody hell embarrassing. But we got the right lift after a little while. The place is really very nice. Although I hate office work a lot and I certainly don’t like Raffles Place, I really want to work there. When I stood alone outside waiting for my sister to get her things done, I felt to urge to faster get into the working world. Mad right. I got the urge, or the ambition to be the highest position holding lady. Crazy thought. Lols. Okays, enough of daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we head back to Northpoint and I bought Fan-tastic Burger. And honestly, it taste like shit. Like what my sister said, Mac-D should just stay with their burger and not be like Mos. Mos’s rice burgers taste nicer. Heex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, forget to say something.. If you are reading my blog and going “huh”, I am really sorry. Because I am suffering from an illness…Messy Brains. I can’t organize my thoughts well especially now due to the effects of the dye on my head. Lols. And the ulcer on my tongue isn’t helping. I love my tongue but it keeps having ulcers which I totally hate. My tongue is something I am very proud of, cause it’s flexible..hahax…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, enough of all the crap, I got the Singapore Poly Package, informing about the course thingy held on 19 and 20th of January. I will be going, I think. I looked at the various courses and I marked a few. They are: Tourism and Resort Management, Chemical Engineering, Civil and Structural Engineering, Aerospace Electronics, Creative Media Design and Marine Engineering. Don’t ask me why my choices are so weird. But my mom says I must choose a choice that has good career prospect and not only because I like it. But if I don’t like it, I can’t excel in it. If I want to get into university, I will or might choose Civil And Structural Engineerign as the diploma can allow me to gain direct entry into the second year of NUS and NTU’s civil engineering courses. But I don’t really know the details yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking through the things in the package and something caught my eyes. The programme booklet. And the main thing they focused is “Meet Project Superstar Kelly, Silver and Chanel”. I really despise the method of getting students in…… totally sucks, only showing the stupidity. Don’t ask me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone help me with my choice of courses? I really am vexed. I don’t want to get into a course and get a job that allow me to only work in those boring office like Raffles Place. Working in there is equal to being pronounced DEAD. Everything got to do with money and the only thing that will make the office people awake is the gossips. Can see group of bitchy office ladies walking together and sharing the latest office gossips. Nah, not my idea of a good job. But no one knows what I will be like in a few years time right. I may be a bitchy office lady or a teacher, or still a student or jobless.. anything is possible. I hate things that I can never control. Fate. Yes, I can’t control it and I am afraid of it. But whether I like it or not I still got to face it right? Yupx. So when doing things, it’s better not to hesitate a moment. Once everything and the consequences are considered, just go ahead and do the stuff. If the consequence is undesirable, then face it and not push the blame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I end off by saying.. Happy Holidays! Have a happy Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;Tata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/blog%20pic%20two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/blog%20pic%20two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113679077693290927?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113679077693290927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113679077693290927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/crappy.html' title='Crappy..'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113672655704755443</id><published>2006-01-08T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:22:37.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>Watching the Renci Charity show. The number of people calling in for donation is so pathetic. Due to the stinky NKF news. But my house made 3 5 dollars call.. Yippee. I did something nice this year. Have you made your call?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113672655704755443?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113672655704755443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113672655704755443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113671213373021708</id><published>2006-01-08T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:22:13.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read it</title><content type='html'>Was blogging away when the computer decides to shut itself. Ever since my computer got that virus, it has been testing our patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a fine weather outside. Raining all day long and it’s so cooling. Although I hate stormy weathers, such weather is perfect for sleeping. Pardon me. Lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored and so came online to see what people in Singapore are searching for online. And the most popular searches are Singapore Idol and Campus Superstar. What are people thinking these days. Yes, I agree that these are the best way to get famous but isn’t it too much?  Was talking to my friend about this but she disagrees. But I mean, almost everyone can be a superstar. It’s too easy to get famous. So easy that sometimes the final product is junk. Sorry to say that. But of course there are talented people too. Like….erm, there got to be some talented ones but I can’t think of any at the moment. Currently, we have Project Superstar, Campus Superstar, Superhost, Superband,  Singapore Idol and another one (what’s the name? never mind). So I believe everyone or most people, especially young people out there would have only Stars in their mind. If not, why the popular searches go to Singapore Idol and Campus Superstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, I am not against them, but at least choose good people. Like, if it’s Campus Superstar, choose someone who gives the best Campus student look and sings the best and not who has the most “supporters”. Say I am not realistic. But what if they have many supporters now but in time to come, they will lose their attractive appeal. Never mind, no one will understand now. Everyone is so blinded by the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything fall back to media? Maybe yes and maybe no. Media is a cause of problem and is a solution for some problems. Right. So it’s the people? The way the media portray fame? I don’t know. Maybe the people are becoming more stressed up and thus, feels that gaining fame is the only way to be rich? But of course, some truly love music.so I am not against those that truly love music. But some young people wants to gain fame by becoming superstars. Well, but it’s up to them to think this way. Right. So it makes what I have said pointless right. Lols. You have wasted your time here reading these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahax.. Yupx, just wanted to write some crap as I am really bored. Okies, shall post something of good quality to make up for these crap!&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113671213373021708?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113671213373021708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113671213373021708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/read-it.html' title='Read it'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113665086149584880</id><published>2006-01-08T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T00:21:01.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been a long time since i read a fairytale. Here is one of my favourites. Read them and let them take you back to your childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Many times, i wish my life &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HANSEL AND GRETHEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hard by a great forest dwelt a poor wood-cutter with his wife and his two children. The boy was called Hänsel and the girl Grethel. He had little to bite and to break, and once when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="status='Click To Enlarge'; return(true);" href="javascript:"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;great scarcity fell on the land, he could no longer procure daily bread. Now when he thought over this by night in his bed, and tossed about in his anxiety, he groaned and said to his wife, "What is to become of us? How are we to feed our poor children, when we no longer have anything even for ourselves?" "I'll tell you what, husband," answered the woman. "Early to-morrow morning we will take the children out into the forest to where it is the thickest, there we will light a fire for them, and give each of them one more piece of bread more, and then we will go to our work and leave them alone. They will not find the way home again, and we shall be rid of them." "No, wife," said the man, "I will not do that; how can I bear to leave my children alone in the forest?—the wild animals would soon come and tear them to pieces." "O, thou fool!" said she. "Then we must all four die of hunger, thou mayest as well plane the planks for our coffins," and she left him no peace until he consented. "But I feel very sorry for the poor children, all the same," said the man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The two children had also not been able to sleep for hunger, and had heard what their step-mother had said to their father. Grethel wept bitter tears, and said to Hänsel, "Now all is over with us." "Be quiet, Grethel," said Hänsel, "do not distress thyself. I will soon find a way to help us." And when the old folks had fallen asleep, he got up, put on his little coat, opened the door below, and crept outside. The moon shone brightly, and the white pebbles which lay in front of the house glittered like real silver pennies. Hänsel stooped and put as many of them in the little pocket of his coat as he could possibly get in. Then he went back and said to Grethel, "Be comforted, dear little sister, and sleep in peace, God will not forsake us," and he lay down again in his bed. When day dawned, but before the sun had risen, the woman came and awoke the two children, saying "Get up, you sluggards! we are going into the forest to fetch wood." She gave each a little piece of bread, and said, "There is something for your dinner, but do not eat it up before then, for you will get nothing else." Grethel took the bread under her apron, as Hänsel had the stones in his pocket. Then they all set out together on the way to the forest. When they had walked a short time, Hänsel stood still and peeped back at the house, and did so again and again. His father said, "Hänsel, what art thou looking at there and staying behind for? Mind what thou art about, and do not forget how to use thy legs." "Ah, father," said Hänsel, "I am looking at my little white cat, which is sitting up on the roof, and wants to say good-bye to me." The wife said, "Fool, that is not your little cat, that is the morning sun which is shining on the chimneys." Hänsel, however, had not been looking back at the cat, but had been constantly throwing one of the white pebble-stones out of his pocket on the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When they had reached the middle of the forest, the father said, "Now, children, pile up some wood, and I will light a fire that you may not be cold." Hänsel and Grethel gathered brushwood together, as high as a little hill. The brushwood was lighted, and when the flames were burning very high, the woman said, "Now, children, lay yourselves down by the fire and rest, we will go into the forest and cut some wood. When we have done, we will come back and fetch you away."&lt;br /&gt;Hänsel and Grethel sat by the fire, and when noon came, each ate a little piece of bread, and as they heard the strokes of the wood-axe they believed that their father was near. It was, however, not the axe, but a branch which he had fastened to a withered tree which the wind was blowing backwards and forwards. And as they had been sitting such a long time, their eyes shut with fatigue, and they fell fast asleep. When at last they awoke, it was already dark night. Grethel began to cry and said, "How are we to get out of the forest now?" But Hänsel comforted her and said, "Just wait a little, until the moon has risen, and then we will soon find the way." And when the full moon had risen, Hänsel took his little sister by the hand, and followed the pebbles which shone like newly-coined silver pieces, and showed them the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They walked the whole night long, and by break of day came once more to their father's house. They knocked at the door, and when the woman opened it and saw that it was Hänsel and Grethel, she said, "You naughty children, why have you slept so long in the forest?—We thought you were never coming back at all!" The father, however, rejoiced, for it had cut him to the heart to leave them behind alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not long afterwards, there was once more great scarcity in all parts, and the children heard their mother saying at night to their father, "Everything is eaten again; we have one-half loaf left, and after that there is an end. The children must go; we will take them farther into the wood, so that they will not find their way out again; there is no other means of saving ourselves!" The man's heart was heavy, and he thought, "It would be better for thee to share the last mouthful with thy children." The woman, however, would listen to nothing that he had to say, but scolded and reproached him. He who says A must say B, likewise, and as he had yielded the first time, he had to do so a second time also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The children were, however, still awake and had heard the conversation. When the old folks were asleep, Hänsel again got up, and wanted to go out and pick up pebbles, but the woman had locked the door, and Hänsel could not get out. Nevertheless he comforted his little sister, and said, "Do not cry, Grethel; go to sleep quietly; the good God will help us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Early in the morning came the woman, and took the children out of their beds. Their bit of bread was given to them, but it was still smaller than the time before. On the way into the forest Hänsel crumbled his in his pocket, and often stood still and threw a morsel on the ground. "Hänsel, why dost thou stop and look around?" said the father; "go on." "I am looking back at my little pigeon which is sitting on the roof, and wants to say good-bye to me," answered Hänsel. "Simpleton!" said the woman, "that is not thy little pigeon; that is the morning sun that is shining on the chimney." Hänsel, however, little by little, threw all the crumbs on the path.&lt;br /&gt;The woman led the children still deeper into the forest, where they had never in their lives been before. Then a great fire was again made, and the mother said, "Just sit there, you children, and when you are tired you may sleep a little; we are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening when we are done, we will come and fetch you away." When it was noon, Grethel shared her piece of bread with Hänsel, who had scattered his by the way. Then they fell asleep and evening came and went, but no one came to the poor children. They did not awake until it was dark night, and Hänsel comforted his little sister and said, "Just wait, Grethel, until the moon rises, and then we shall see the crumbs of bread which I have strewn about; they will show us our way home again." When the moon came they set out, but they found no crumbs, for the many thousands of birds which fly about in the woods and fields had picked them all up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Hänsel said to Grethel, "We shall soon find the way," but they did not find it. They walked the whole night and all the next day, too, from morning till evening, but they did not get out of the forest, and were very hungry, for they had nothing to eat but two or three berries, which grew on the ground. And as they were so weary that their legs would carry them no longer, they lay down beneath a tree and fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It was now three mornings since they had left their father's house. They began to walk again, but they always got deeper into the forest, and if help did not come soon, they must die of hunger and weariness. When it was mid-day, they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough, which sang so delightfully that they stood still and listened to it. And when it had finished its song, it spread its wings and flew away before them, and they followed it until they reached a little house, on the roof of which it alighted; and when they came quite up to the little house they saw that it was built of bread and covered with cakes, but that the windows were of clear sugar. "We will set to work on that," said Hänsel, "and have a good meal. I will eat a bit of the roof, and thou, Grethel, can eat some of the window; it will taste sweet." Hänsel reached up above, and broke off a little of the roof to try how it tasted, and Grethel leant against the window and nibbled at the panes. Then a soft voice cried from the room,&lt;br /&gt;"Nibble, nibble, gnaw,Who is nibbling at my little house? "&lt;br /&gt;The children answered,&lt;br /&gt;"The wind, the wind,The heaven-born wind,"&lt;br /&gt;and went on eating without disturbing themselves. Hänsel, who thought the roof tasted very nice, tore down a great piece of it, and Grethel pushed out the whole of one round window-pane, sat down, and enjoyed herself with it. Suddenly the door opened, and a very, very old woman, who supported herself on crutches, came creeping out. Hänsel and Grethel were so terribly frightened that they let fall what they had in their hands. The old woman, however, nodded her head, and said, "Oh, you dear children, who has brought you here? Do come in, and stay with me. No harm shall happen to you." She took them both by the hand, and led them into her little house. Then good food was set before them: milk and pancakes, with sugar, apples, and nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Afterwards two pretty little beds were covered with clean white linen, and Hänsel and Grethel lay down in them, and thought they were in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The old woman had only pretended to be so kind; she was in reality a wicked witch, who lay in wait for children, and had only built the little bread house in order to entice them there. When a child fell into her power, she killed it, cooked and ate it, and that was a feast&lt;/span&gt; day with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Witches have red eyes, and cannot see far, but they have a keen scent like the beasts, and are aware when human beings draw near. When Hänsel and Grethel came into her neighborhood, she laughed maliciously, and said mockingly, "I have them; they shall not escape me again!" Early in the morning before the children were awake, she was already up, and when she saw both of them sleeping and looking so pretty, with their plump and rosy cheeks, she muttered to herself, "That will be a dainty mouthful!" Then she seized Hänsel with her shriveled hand, carried him into a little stable, and shut him in with a grated door. He might scream as he liked; that was of no use. Then she went to Grethel, shook her till she awoke, and cried, "Get up, lazy thing; fetch some water, and cook something good for thy brother; he is in the stable outside, and is to be made fat. When he is fat, I will eat him." Grethel began to weep bitterly, but it was all in vain; she was forced to do what the wicked witch ordered her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And now the best food was cooked for poor Hänsel, but Grethel got nothing but crab-shells. Every morning the woman crept to the little stable, and cried, "Hänsel, stretch out thy finger that I may feel if thou wilt soon be fat." Hänsel, however, stretched out a little bone to her, and the old woman, who had dim eyes, could not see it, and thought it was Hänsel's finger, and was astonished that there was no way of fattening him. When four weeks had gone by, and Hänsel still continued thin, she was seized with impatience and would not wait any long&lt;/span&gt;er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Hola, Grethel," she cried to the girl, "be active, and bring some water. Let Hänsel be fat or lean, to-morrow I will kill him, and cook him." Ah, how the poor little sister did lament when she had to fetch the water, and how her tears did flow over her cheeks. "Dear God, do help us," she cried. "If the wild beasts in the forest had but devoured us, we should at any rate have died together." "Just keep thy noise to thyself," said the old woman; "all that won't help thee at all."&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, Grethel had to go out and hang up the cauldron with the water, and light the fire. "We will bake first," said the old woman; "I have already heated the oven, and kneaded the dough." She pushed poor Grethel out to the oven, from which flames of fire were already darting. "Creep in," said the witch, "and see if it properly heated, so that we can shut the bread in." And once Grethel was inside, she intended to shut the oven and let her bake in it, and then she would eat her, too. But Grethel saw what she had in mind, and said, "I do not know how I am to do it; how do I get in?" "Silly goose," said the old woman. "The door is big enough; just look, I can get in myself!" and she crept up and thrust her head into the oven. Then Grethel gave her a push that drove her far into it, and shut the iron door, and fastened the bolt. Oh! Then she began to howl quite horribly, but Grethel ran away, and the godless witch was miserably burnt to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Grethel, however, ran as quick as lightning to Hänsel, opened his little stable, and cried, "Hänsel, we are saved! The old witch is dead!" Then Hänsel sprang out like a bird from its cage when the door is opened for it. How they did rejoice and embrace each other, and dance about and kiss each other! And as they had no longer any need to fear her, they went into the witch's house, and in every corner there stood chests full of pearls and jewels. "These are far better than pebbles!" said Hänsel, and thrust into his pockets whatever could be got in, and Grethel said, "I, too, will take something home with me," and filled her pinafore full. "But now we will go away," said Hänsel, "that we may get out of the witch's forest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When they had walked for two hours, they came to a great piece of water. "We cannot get over," said Hänsel; "I see no foot-plank, and no bridge." "And no boat crosses either," answered Grethel, "but a white duck is swimming there; if I ask her, she will help us over." Then she cried,&lt;br /&gt;"Little duck, little duck, dost thou see,Hänsel and Grethel are waiting for thee?There's never a plank, or bridge in sight,Take us across on thy back so white."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The duck came to them, and Hänsel seated himself on its back, and told his sister to sit by him. "No, " replied Grethel, "that will be too heavy for the little duck; she shall take us across one after the other." The good little duck did so, and when they were once safely across and had walked for a short time, the forest seemed to be more and more familiar to them, and at length they saw from afar their father's house. Then they began to run, rushed into the parlor, and threw themselves into their father's arms. The man had not known one happy hour since he had left the children in the forest; the woman, however, was dead. Grethel emptied her pinafore until pearls and precious stones ran about the room, and Hänsel threw one handful after another out of his pocket to add to them. Then all anxiety was at an end, and they lived together in perfect happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My tale is done; there runs a mouse; whosoever catches it, may make himself a big fur cap out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113665086149584880?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113665086149584880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113665086149584880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/been-long-time-since-i-read-fairytale.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113664815756303010</id><published>2006-01-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T23:35:57.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moVIE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/wallpaper2_on.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/wallpaper2_on.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was browsing through the web when i saw this movie: In Her Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN HER SHOES&lt;br /&gt;is the alternately hilarious and heart-rending story of two sisters with nothing in common but size 8 ½ feet. Maggie and Rose Feller are both best friends and polar opposites when it comes to values, goals and personal style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie (Cameron Diaz) is a party girl who barely graduated from high school, recycles jobs as quickly as yesterday's newspapers and believes her biggest asset is her attractiveness to the opposite sex. Her recurring state of unemployment leaves her virtually homeless as she bounces between the sofas of her friends and relatives. With no confidence in her intellectual ability, she prizes makeup over books and has an innate talent for choosing the perfect accessories and clothes for any occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose (Toni Collette) is a Princeton educated attorney at a top law firm in Philadelphia. Her beautifully decorated prewar apartment is her haven from the outside world. With her nose perpetually to the grindstone, she struggles constantly with her weight and never feels comfortable in the clothes she wears. Her low self esteem regarding her physical appearance has left her dating life non-existent. Rose's one joy in life is shoes (because they always fit), but unfortunately she has few social opportunities to remove them from her closet.&lt;br /&gt;After a calamitous falling out, the two sisters travel a bumpy road toward true appreciation for one another - aided along the way by the discovery of the maternal grandmother (Shirley MacLaine) they thought was dead. Through their re-connection with their grandmother, Ella, Maggie and Rose learn how to make peace with themselves and with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Director Curtis Hanson's masterful work on films such as "L.A. Confidential," "Wonder Boys" and "8 Mile," could leave some to consider the female-centric world of IN HER SHOES to be a departure for the filmmaker. But Hanson doesn't see it that way. "IN HER SHOES is not that different from my other films, because all of these movies are about characters who are struggling to figure out what they're doing with themselves and what they're doing with their lives, characters who are yearning for human connection and family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short review..&lt;br /&gt;Just check it out in Golden Village website..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113664815756303010?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113664815756303010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113664815756303010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/movie.html' title='moVIE...'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113663688014666119</id><published>2006-01-07T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T20:37:25.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/MOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/MOM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gave my mom a surprise. She went out to have dinner and we waited at home with the cake. Off the lights and light the candle. Lols. There is one thing i ahte about birthdays, and that is the singing of birthday song. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish her all the best and good health. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Want to recommend all one delicious food. It's at northpoint food court. Pasta and pizza. Cheap yet nice to eat. You can also view the handsome chef cooking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113663688014666119?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113663688014666119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113663688014666119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113660475725751505</id><published>2006-01-07T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:32:37.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies</title><content type='html'>Sorry if my blog somehow seems so boring because of all the course info..&lt;br /&gt;sorry..&lt;br /&gt;transition period&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113660475725751505?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113660475725751505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113660475725751505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113660433141116950</id><published>2006-01-07T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:25:31.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good or NOt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="MTL"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MOTHER TONGUE LANGUAGE TEACHER TRAINING SCHEME&lt;br /&gt;The objective of this programme is to train GCE ´O´ Level holders to be Mother Tongue Language teachers in our Primary schools.&lt;br /&gt;Successful candidates will graduate with a Diploma in Mother Tongue Language Education from NIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admission Criteria&lt;br /&gt;~Good grades in Mother Tongue Language&lt;br /&gt;~At least 5 GCE ´O´ Level passes&lt;br /&gt;~Not more than 20 points in total aggregate score for EL1 &amp; 4 best subjects at the ´O´ Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Details&lt;br /&gt;4-year training programme by NIE&lt;br /&gt;Years 1 &amp; 2 at NIE Townsville Campus&lt;br /&gt;Years 3 &amp;amp; 4 at NTU/NIE Campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Structure&lt;br /&gt;Core Subjects- General Paper (English)- Higher Mother Tongue- Mother Tongue Literature- Educational Theories- Teaching Methods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrichment- Information Technology- Physical Training- Cultural Studies &amp; Activities- Seminars/Workshops/Talks- Literature- Personal Effectiveness Programme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHING LEVEL&lt;br /&gt;Successful candidates will be deployed to teach Mother Tongue Language at the Primary school level upon the successful completion of their training in NIE.&lt;br /&gt;CO-CURRICULAR ACTIVITIES (CCA)&lt;br /&gt;All teachers have to undertake CCA as assigned by the school principal.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHING BOND&lt;br /&gt;Tuition fees for all trainee teachers are fully paid by the Ministry of Education. The total training period under this scheme is 4 years.  While undergoing training in NIE during the first 2 years, candidates will receive a monthly bursary of $800. During the 3rd and 4th years, trainee teachers will receive a monthly salary (inclusive of CPF and year-end bonus). Upon the completion of their NIE training, they will serve a 5-year teaching bond, teaching Mother Tongue Language in our Primary schools. A trainee teacher who fails to graduate from NIE or whose service is terminated before fully discharging the teaching bond will have to pay liquidated damages to the Ministry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113660433141116950?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113660433141116950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113660433141116950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-or-not.html' title='Good or NOt?'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113660357944418442</id><published>2006-01-07T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:12:59.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Studies..another course interested</title><content type='html'>Diploma In Chinese Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction(3-year course)&lt;br /&gt;The Diploma in Chinese Studies (CHS), the first of its kind to be offered in a polytechnic in Singapore, was launched in response to the growing demand for graduates well-equippedin competency and knowledge of the Chinese language and culture.Offered in collaboration with the National Institute of Education (NIE)and Zhejiang University City College (ZUCC), the Diploma aims toprepare and equip students for a career in teaching, media, businessor sought-after fields of translation and interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The programme is conducted predominantly in Chinese. Throughout the three years, curriculum content includes foundational subjects in Chinese language and culture values as well as media studies subjects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Key Features&lt;br /&gt;All final year students are expected to spend one semester in Zhejiang University City College (ZUCC), China, to gain a greater understanding of Chinese history, literature and media through more advanced studiesand cultural enrichment programmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Students interested in the teaching track, upon successful selection by the Ministry of Education (MOE), will be offered an attractive teachingbursary for their entire three-year diploma. In their final year, they will beattached to NIE for modules related to pedagogy for one semester. These students will only need only to spend one more year in NIE, aftergraduating with the Diploma in CHS, to receive their Diploma in Education&lt;br /&gt;(Chinese Specialisation) and become qualified primary school Chinese Language teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students in the media track will be attached to a media-related company in the area of their career interest or will embark on an industry/ research project, for one semester in their final year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Diploma In Chinese Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction(3-year course) The Diploma in Chinese Studies (CHS), the first of its kindto be offered in a polytechnic in Singapore, was launched in response to the growing demand for graduates well-equippedin competency and knowledge of the Chinese language and culture.Offered in collaboration with the National Institute of Education (NIE)and Zhejiang University City College (ZUCC), the Diploma aims toprepare and equip students for a career in teaching, media, businessor sought-after fields of translation and interpretation.The programme is conducted predominantly in Chinese. Throughout the three years, curriculum content includes foundational subjects in Chinese language and culture values as well as media studies subjects.Key FeaturesAll final year students are expected to spend one semester in Zhejiang University City College (ZUCC), China, to gain a greater understanding of Chinese history, literature and media through more advanced studiesand cultural enrichment programmes. Students interested in the teaching track, upon successful selection by the Ministry of Education (MOE), will be offered an attractive teachingbursary for their entire three-year diploma. In their final year, they will beattached to NIE for modules related to pedagogy for one semester. These students will only need only to spend one more year in NIE, aftergraduating with the Diploma in CHS, to receive their Diploma in Education&lt;br /&gt;(Chinese Specialisation) and become qualified primary school Chinese Language teachers. Students in the media track will be attached to a media-related company in the area of their career interest or will embark on an industry/ research project, for one semester in their final year.&lt;br /&gt;Course Structure&lt;br /&gt;YEAR 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Chinese Cultural History&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Chinese Drama Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Written Communication in Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentals of Translation&lt;br /&gt;Social Psychology &amp; Communication&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Chinese Literature&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Music: Lyrics and Values&lt;br /&gt;Speech Communication in Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Aspects of Chinese Popular Culture&lt;br /&gt;Written Communication in English&lt;br /&gt;YEAR 2&lt;br /&gt;CHOOSE ANY 4 ELECTIVES&lt;br /&gt;Modern Chinese Literature in Asia&lt;br /&gt;Presentation Skills in Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Writing for Chinese Media&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentals of Interpretation&lt;br /&gt;Understanding the Chinese Media (Singapore &amp;amp; the Region)&lt;br /&gt;Global Issues: Singapore Perspectives&lt;br /&gt;Contemporary Chinese Language&lt;br /&gt;New Media Applications&lt;br /&gt;Principles of Marketing Communications&lt;br /&gt;Radio Production&lt;br /&gt;Video Production&lt;br /&gt;Asian Cinema&lt;br /&gt;Acting Workshop&lt;br /&gt;YEAR 3 - CHINA IMMERSION PROGRAMME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical Chinese Literature&lt;br /&gt;Contemporary China&lt;br /&gt;Critical Reading &amp; Writing in Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Introduction to Chinese Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;News Writing in Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Readings in Chinese History&lt;br /&gt;Teaching Track&lt;br /&gt;Educational Psychology I&lt;br /&gt;Educational Psychology II&lt;br /&gt;Teaching of Chinese Language&lt;br /&gt;Teaching of Civics &amp;amp; Moral Education&lt;br /&gt;Use of Chinese in Teaching&lt;br /&gt;Teaching Assistantship&lt;br /&gt;Media Track&lt;br /&gt;Industrial Attachment OR Industry/ Research Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry Requirements Entry requirements in the GCE "O" Level examinations (or equivalent) are:&lt;br /&gt;Subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'O' Level Grade&lt;br /&gt;1. English (EL1)  1-5&lt;br /&gt;2. Higher Chinese (CL1)     OR    Chinese as a second language 1-4 1-2&lt;br /&gt;3. Any three other subjects excluding CCA 1-6 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidates who are keen on a teaching career with MOE can apply directly to MOE (&lt;a href="http://www.moe.gov.sg/teach/Olevels.htm"&gt;http://www.moe.gov.sg/teach/Olevels.htm&lt;/a&gt;) for a teaching bursary which includes full tuition fee and personal allowances. Shortlisted candidates will be required to attend an interview conducted by MOE. SPM / STPM / Unified Examination Certificate (UEC) qualification holders are eligible for the MOE teaching bursary.The aggregate computation for selection is based on grades obtained for English, Mathematics (Grade 1-9),a Humanities subject (Grade 1-9) and two other subjects (excluding CCA). Humanities subjects includeCombined Humanities, Commerce, Commercial Studies, Geography, History, Literature and Principles ofAccouts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113660357944418442?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113660357944418442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113660357944418442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-studiesanother-course.html' title='Chinese Studies..another course interested'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113660268057165981</id><published>2006-01-07T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:03:04.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish me</title><content type='html'>Since young, I had many things I want to do. And I knew I can only do them when I grow up. What a foolish thought. I call what I want to do Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Definition of Dreams: • noun 1 a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep. 2 a cherished ambition or ideal; a fantasy. 3 informal someone or something perceived as wonderful or perfect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I had a dream last night and it’s totally different from my dreams. I dreamt that I joined the beauty pageant. How impossible right. I mean it will never happen to me and I will never want to be in one. Lol. The pageant is held in Sentosa and I have to walk in water in my costume. And while waiting for results, there is this male contestant talking to me and he is real nice. Haha.. Then suddenly, the dream changed location. To a place where there are many people bbq-ing. And I had to set a fire up. Then I woke up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a weird dream right. I never dreamt of having such dreams. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you what I always dreamt of. And in this case, it’s ambitions. My oldest and most long lasting ambition is to be a teacher. At a very young age, I would take a chair out and sit beside the wall, treating it like a blackboard and start teaching to air. I would then make small booklet which is my “students’” homework. These booklets would be marked by me too. At times, I would just hold the marker and the workbook like the way my teacher does and start explaining how to do the assignment. Cute right. Lol. Yupx.&lt;br /&gt;Not long later, when I am in secondary school, I have another ambition. Guess what. It’s to be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;• noun a medical practitioner specializing in the diagnosis and treatment of mental illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Want to be a psychiatrist. I hope to understand every individual. Do you know, when I walk on the streets, I always wonder what everyone is thinking about? Because many people these days always hide their true self. Lol. Michelle is thinking too much again. But I know I can’t be a psychiatrist anymore. Hai. Too bad. So now I have to stick to my ambition of being a teacher. And my friend just told me how weird the school system has become. It’s really weird. It’s like every teacher got a classroom and she/he will just wait in class for the students. So situation in school: chaotic. And I won’t want to be a teacher in such school man. Lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what teacher I want to be&gt; a geography teacher. Yupx. Don’t ask me why. It just happens to be my favorite subject. Another reason why I want to be a teacher is because of my fear. My fear of growing old. So if I can be a teacher, I would be close to youths and hopefully, I would be young at heart. I would know the youth’s fashion sense and I won’t be “or bit or biang”.. Wahahahaha.. Then I will be like an old lady dressed in the latest fashion. And youths would look up to me…… Wahhahaha. Oh dear, I am dreaming again..lol… Yupx, the reason of becoming a teacher is not to grow old. If my maths teacher reads this, she will be shaking her head saying “my dear, a teacher isn’t as simple as you expect it to be..” lols. Oopx…heeX…&lt;br /&gt;```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;i am getting more and more pissed of by the people online recently. I mean the people are getting weirder online these days. Like people in wholivesnearyou. Most people seems so desperate. Lols. I think I better stop sprouting nonsense. I just woke up you see, so have trouble organizing my thoughts.heex…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes..it's my mom's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HEEHEE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113660268057165981?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113660268057165981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113660268057165981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/foolish-me.html' title='Foolish me'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113654314782596511</id><published>2006-01-06T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T18:25:47.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound of Music</title><content type='html'>Song titles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Climb Every Mountain&lt;br /&gt;`Maria&lt;br /&gt;`Do-Re-Mi&lt;br /&gt;`My Favorite Things&lt;br /&gt;`Edelweiss&lt;br /&gt;`Sixteen Going on Seventeen&lt;br /&gt;`I Have Confidence&lt;br /&gt;`So Long, Farewell&lt;br /&gt;`Lonely Goatherd&lt;br /&gt;`Something Good&lt;br /&gt;`The Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sunnycorner.com/movies/featured/som/musicsom.php"&gt;http://www.sunnycorner.com/movies/featured/som/musicsom.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Rolf:&lt;br /&gt;You wait, little girl, on an empty stage&lt;br /&gt;For fate to turn the light on&lt;br /&gt;Your life little girl is an empty page&lt;br /&gt;That men will want to write on&lt;br /&gt;Liesel:&lt;br /&gt;To write on&lt;br /&gt;Rolf:&lt;br /&gt;You are sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it's time to think&lt;br /&gt;Better beware...&lt;br /&gt;be canny and careful&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're on the brink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sixteen going on seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Fellows will fall in line&lt;br /&gt;Eager young lads and rogues and cads&lt;br /&gt;Offer you food and wine&lt;br /&gt;Totally unprepared are you to face a world of men&lt;br /&gt;Timid and shy and scared are you&lt;br /&gt;Of things beyond your ken&lt;br /&gt;You'll need someone older and wiser&lt;br /&gt;Telling you what to do,I am seventeen going on eighteen&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of you!&lt;br /&gt;Liesel:&lt;br /&gt;I am sixteen going seventeen&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm naive&lt;br /&gt;Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet&lt;br /&gt;And willingly I believe&lt;br /&gt;I am sixteen going seventeen&lt;br /&gt;Innocent as a rose&lt;br /&gt;Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of those?&lt;br /&gt;Totally unprepared am I to face a world of men&lt;br /&gt;Timid and shy and scared am I&lt;br /&gt;Of things beyond my ken&lt;br /&gt;I need someone older and wiser&lt;br /&gt;Telling me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;You are seventeen going on eighteen&lt;br /&gt;I'll depend on you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113654314782596511?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113654314782596511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113654314782596511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/sound-of-music.html' title='Sound of Music'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113653914042624356</id><published>2006-01-06T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:01:45.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my "wanted" course</title><content type='html'>Civil engineers&lt;br /&gt;~design and manage infrastructures for people.&lt;br /&gt;~harness technologies and natural resources for the good of mankind&lt;br /&gt;~focus on managing the natural forces, like earthquakes, wind, water pressures, wind and loads of buildings for safe and sound structures.&lt;br /&gt;~design and manage roads, rail transit systems, structures for schools, homes and offices.&lt;br /&gt;protect both natural and man-made environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our well-trained lecturers will equip you with a variety of technologies:&lt;br /&gt;~Structural design, simulation computer software, virtual construction&lt;br /&gt;~Environmental monitoring instruments&lt;br /&gt;~Robotic surveying equipment &amp;amp; Global Positioning System&lt;br /&gt;~Application of wireless technology, e.g. WiFi and RFID, remote control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your learning activities are conducted both in the laboratories and the field:&lt;br /&gt;~field trips to construction sites, nature reserves, waterworks, traffic control rooms&lt;br /&gt;~competitions in recycling, flash animation, web-page design, structure design&lt;br /&gt;~boat racing in the laboratory and river raft race&lt;br /&gt;~exhibitions of projects for public viewing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Future&lt;br /&gt;~Annual surveys have shown that our civil engineering technologists are:&lt;br /&gt;~Highly employable&lt;br /&gt;~Command high salaries&lt;br /&gt;~Versatile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DCSE diploma is well-recognised by many universities. You can gain direct entry into the 2nd year of the NUS and NTU’s civil engineering degree courses. Or, you can complete the degree in civil engineering in 2 years in one of the overseas universities in Australia and the United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;One course that I am really very interested in. Sounds interesting right. Yupx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113653914042624356?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113653914042624356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113653914042624356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-of-my-wanted-course.html' title='One of my &quot;wanted&quot; course'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113647593237383715</id><published>2006-01-05T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:45:32.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O LEVELS RESULYS WILL BE OUT SOON!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays have been so "holiday" that i never stop to think about my O levels. But now, it's january and results will be out soon, i am starting to get worried. I am clueless of what i will be doing. Shall i go check the webby of the Polys. Should i? I am not too sure about that. Oh yes, i regret so much not wishing for good results on the day i saw two shooting stars. Dumb michelle. So what can i do now? Get to the beach and stare into the sky, wait for a shooting star and pray i see a shooting star and start wishing for good grades?&lt;br /&gt;Hope my four years of work will pay of although..ahem..&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, be it good or bad, the results are mind.&lt;br /&gt;Wahh, michelle so...........hopeless. Yupx, because ah yue said we can't do anything since the exam is over.&lt;br /&gt;And all i can do i see what course i can get into and not decide if i want to go private or not. My friends seems to be thinking whether they should go private or not and i think it's totally a waste of brain cells to think of that. So let's all decide what course to head.&lt;br /&gt;Yupx, so i shall now go persuade people not to think whether they should go for private or not and check out the various Polys.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113647593237383715?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113647593237383715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113647593237383715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/scary.html' title='SCARY'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113645348796606736</id><published>2006-01-05T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:31:27.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy day</title><content type='html'>I am so tired..Just cleared up the mess at home..threw away some stuff....&lt;br /&gt;lols..i hate to throw my stuff away cox everything, there is a memory..especially my notes..&lt;br /&gt;i see how much i worked for school and band..and everything..&lt;br /&gt;lols..&lt;br /&gt;okies..enough of those..i think i am going to be sick..i was drenched in the rain..my sis too..&lt;br /&gt;we walked to northpoint to pass something to my fren and the rain came..&lt;br /&gt;lols...&lt;br /&gt;quite scary cox we saw it come..&lt;br /&gt;gosh..&lt;br /&gt;okies..now waiting for my mac meal to come..hungry le..lols..&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow must acc my sis to international plaza..lols..&lt;br /&gt;gotta be a tiring day again..&lt;br /&gt;lols..&lt;br /&gt;okies..take care...tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113645348796606736?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113645348796606736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113645348796606736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-day.html' title='happy day'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113639249849365603</id><published>2006-01-05T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T00:34:58.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary poppins..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/th-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/th-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/th-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/th-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/th-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/th-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/33m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/33m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/1600/th-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5418/953/320/th-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed by: Mary Poppins (Julie Andrews)Written by: Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!&lt;br /&gt;Even though the sound of it&lt;br /&gt;Is something quite atrocious&lt;br /&gt;If you say it loud enough&lt;br /&gt;You'll always sound precocious&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;Because I was afraid to speak&lt;br /&gt;When I was just a lad&lt;br /&gt;My father gave me nose a tweak&lt;br /&gt;And told me I was bad&lt;br /&gt;But then one day I learned a word&lt;br /&gt;That saved me aching nose&lt;br /&gt;The biggest word I ever heard&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!&lt;br /&gt;Even though the sound of it&lt;br /&gt;Is something quite atrocious&lt;br /&gt;If you say it loud enough&lt;br /&gt;You'll always sound precocious&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay&lt;br /&gt;So when the cat has got your tongue&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for dismay&lt;br /&gt;Just summon up this word&lt;br /&gt;And then you've got a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;But better use it carefully&lt;br /&gt;Or it may change your life&lt;br /&gt;One night I said it to me girl&lt;br /&gt;And now me girl's my wife!&lt;br /&gt;She's supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/supercal.htm"&gt;http://www.niehs.nih.gov/kids/lyrics/supercal.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113639249849365603?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113639249849365603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113639249849365603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/mary-poppins.html' title='Mary poppins..'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113638192437576403</id><published>2006-01-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:38:44.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funnie</title><content type='html'>it's weird how people can change so drastically..&lt;br /&gt;i mean one moment say dislike one moment can smile infront of the person..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113638192437576403?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113638192437576403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113638192437576403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/funnie.html' title='funnie'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113638172024002034</id><published>2006-01-04T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T21:35:20.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a happy day</title><content type='html'>went out with ah yue today..in a weird way..lol..&lt;br /&gt;met up, but i was late by a little bit..lol..&lt;br /&gt;i wore the skirt..loll..&lt;br /&gt;then went to hougang cox pei ah yue to visit her friends working there...lol..&lt;br /&gt;heex..&lt;br /&gt;then know that radin will be working at 5 then we went to bugis first..&lt;br /&gt;me bought a ring..lol..&lt;br /&gt;doggy de..but one of the crystals drop le..&lt;br /&gt;then saw karinda and yuting...&lt;br /&gt;wah..so long never see yuting le..&lt;br /&gt;yupx..she prettier le...&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;then..went back to hougang mall..&lt;br /&gt;then went to pei ah yue see radin...&lt;br /&gt;lol..and i stood outside the shop like a complete idiot lo..lol..&lt;br /&gt;radin..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;then went to the kopitiam to eat carrot cake...yummi...&lt;br /&gt;actuali want to eat the shih ling chix de...but too bad..&lt;br /&gt;so sad sad de go home lo..&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;next time must go hougang mall again..lol..&lt;br /&gt;must pei ah yue..lol...&lt;br /&gt;think ah yue going to beat me up le..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113638172024002034?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113638172024002034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113638172024002034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-happy-day.html' title='it&apos;s a happy day'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113629256466029116</id><published>2006-01-03T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:49:24.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah!!</title><content type='html'>bought a skirt from esprit...&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;it's maroon brown...&lt;br /&gt;long skirt..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;yipee..&lt;br /&gt;heehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113629256466029116?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113629256466029116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113629256466029116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/yeah.html' title='yeah!!'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113619651069259488</id><published>2006-01-02T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T18:08:30.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nutelle8-9.piczo.com"&gt;http://nutelle8-9.piczo.com&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;it's very untidy..&lt;br /&gt;so sorry..&lt;br /&gt;will clear the mess soon ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113619651069259488?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113619651069259488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113619651069259488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/view.html' title=''/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113618890078682333</id><published>2006-01-02T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:01:40.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This year, i would like to handle things in a sensible manner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;For a start, it would be the relationship thingy happening to my fren..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;certain things got to be clear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't and not want to get involved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;why i say i can't, cox it's a two person thing and only the two people involved can handle it themselves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and why i not want to is because by sticking my leg in too much, people will say i have ulterior motives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and this is certainly not what i want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;self-centered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;maybe that's what i appear to be to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but in my stand, that is the best arrangment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but my thinking is too late..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cox people have changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;friends turned to foe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's scary the way people turn their back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i was shocked at first with the rate i turned my back..on how i take stands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;from someone you like to someone you hate and from someone you hate to someone you like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;scary right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;especially when the person is one of your best butt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well, this is life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i played a game recently and it thought me the way of life somehow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's a noob game actually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;in the game, you get to interact with people ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and when you need help , you can seek help from them and form clans..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and it's all up to you whether you believe the clans..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and at times when you really believe, the clansmen may just turn around and kill you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yupx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and it also told me that money isn't everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;many times in the game, when i got loads of money, and really need food, i just can't buy one breqd or anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;either i beg or make my own..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so..it's the same in life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you can't expect things to appear right infront of you unless you make things happen for yourslef..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;standing there waiting for people to come by to help is totally stupid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;although at tiems there wil be people offering freebies..but it's not always..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;a simple game like this...yet it taught so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yupx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i believe yue will say i think too much..lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;as usual..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113618890078682333?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113618890078682333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113618890078682333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b319/nutelle/Woo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645084.post-113612649439442171</id><published>2006-01-01T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:41:34.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am guilty</title><content type='html'>i am guilty..very guilty..&lt;br /&gt;am have not been a good friend..&lt;br /&gt;yupx..&lt;br /&gt;many people asked me..when i told them the situation..&lt;br /&gt;did i in the first place treat her as a friend..i said yes..&lt;br /&gt;then they told me, if i really treat her as a friend, i would not have thought of not helping her..&lt;br /&gt;i believe a friend is not by choice but by fate..&lt;br /&gt;yupx..&lt;br /&gt;the definition of friend= people you accept regardless of character or appearance..etc..&lt;br /&gt;which means, so what if she lied..so what..&lt;br /&gt;she is still my friend..&lt;br /&gt;i won't question her being truthful, as long as we are sisters..&lt;br /&gt;she said she will change...but so what if she doesn't..rite..&lt;br /&gt;cox she is who she is..&lt;br /&gt;ask me why the sudden change in view..&lt;br /&gt;yupx..after so long then i have finally thought through..&lt;br /&gt;yupx..&lt;br /&gt;ok...something happy to say..&lt;br /&gt;today yue asked me bout certain famous people's name..&lt;br /&gt;lol..she dunno who they are..&lt;br /&gt;lol..&lt;br /&gt;people like Da Vinci...etc..&lt;br /&gt;lol...ok la ok la..&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11645084-113612649439442171?l=lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113612649439442171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645084/posts/default/113612649439442171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lonelyintheheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-guilty.html' title='i am guilty'/><author><name>lonelyintheheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15859747714420529998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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