<?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-17947938</id><updated>2011-12-29T02:50:00.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoursympathy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-1923190088128306359</id><published>2007-04-12T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:28:30.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've moved &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesundaytrain.livejournal.com" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (click). It's mostly friends locked, for my more private entries. I will probably post very general stuff on my public entries. If you still want to read my blog entries, get an LJ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be kept for memories' sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-1923190088128306359?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1923190088128306359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=1923190088128306359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/1923190088128306359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/1923190088128306359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-moved-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-2168201692200824381</id><published>2007-04-05T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:35:55.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUm3axCOcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MCIOlXigQyg/s1600-h/IMG_2880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUm3axCOcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MCIOlXigQyg/s320/IMG_2880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049985290685528514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my biggest fears is to fail as a friend, to somehow unintentionally being too mean, hypocritical, two-faced, or just not good enough. I know most of the times I can say mean things, and I'm really sorry for that; I ought to think before I speak because usually I don't mean it. To all the people I've ever hurt: I'm sorry for the things I've done to make you hurt/dislike me one way or another. I hope you forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just something that just came to me. Nothing of significance happened recently made me say this. I just don't want to take people and things for granted, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and I have great friends who do special things for me, so thank you guys &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049958966830970754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUO7KxCN4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/qVNGsTnV-zM/s320/IMG_2709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUPhaxCN5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/YTA2KPweHxE/s1600-h/IMG_2719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049959623960967058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUPhaxCN5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/YTA2KPweHxE/s320/IMG_2719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUQCKxCN6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/13z8I_n-TjE/s1600-h/IMG_2720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049960186601682850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUQCKxCN6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/13z8I_n-TjE/s320/IMG_2720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUQyqxCN7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/iSn5JqbRuRY/s1600-h/IMG_2745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049961019825338290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUQyqxCN7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/iSn5JqbRuRY/s320/IMG_2745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUReqxCN8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/w61qg_VsjOk/s1600-h/IMG_2746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049961775739582402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUReqxCN8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/w61qg_VsjOk/s320/IMG_2746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUSY6xCN9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Je8f4L_w924/s1600-h/IMG_2789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049962776466962386" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUYXKxCOGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/yxcE7HPnEXw/s320/IMG_2822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUZFKxCOHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IE3ikaySSEM/s1600-h/IMG_2823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049970133745940594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUZFKxCOHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IE3ikaySSEM/s320/IMG_2823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUZxqxCOII/AAAAAAAAAHg/35yya1EZ1l8/s1600-h/IMG_2824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049970898250119298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUZxqxCOII/AAAAAAAAAHg/35yya1EZ1l8/s320/IMG_2824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUaaqxCOJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vxFyoGexSJg/s1600-h/IMG_2825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049971602624755858" style="DISPLAY: block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUhyaxCOUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/JMfnFnIXhNQ/s320/IMG_2846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049979707228043586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUiOKxCOVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MYeEVRIPxbE/s1600-h/IMG_2847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUiOKxCOVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MYeEVRIPxbE/s320/IMG_2847.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049980183969413458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUiz6xCOWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TwoR5JGrZ1I/s1600-h/IMG_2848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUiz6xCOWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TwoR5JGrZ1I/s320/IMG_2848.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049980832509475170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUjUaxCOXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uJaO7wTFb_k/s1600-h/IMG_2849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUjUaxCOXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uJaO7wTFb_k/s320/IMG_2849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049981390855223666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUjyKxCOYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zg85SbwbhQc/s1600-h/IMG_2854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUjyKxCOYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zg85SbwbhQc/s320/IMG_2854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049981901956331906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUlAKxCOaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rwWd3dfd71c/s1600-h/IMG_2869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUlAKxCOaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/rwWd3dfd71c/s320/IMG_2869.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049983241986128290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUmUqxCObI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zG9hAd64dws/s1600-h/IMG_2872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUmUqxCObI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zG9hAd64dws/s320/IMG_2872.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049984693685074354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pity I couldn't upload the hilarious videos of Abigail and Venny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really want to talk about DJW, but there's too much to say I'm afraid I won't be able to explain everything comprehensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love is SO great, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this sick, empty pit feeling in my stomach and I'm not sure what it is :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-2168201692200824381?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2168201692200824381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=2168201692200824381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/2168201692200824381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/2168201692200824381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-of-my-biggest-fears-is-to-fail-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RhUm3axCOcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MCIOlXigQyg/s72-c/IMG_2880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-2280998709770539321</id><published>2007-04-02T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:07:21.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures from Thursday and Friday I will post during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's going to be really bad because there's so much work and so many tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was amazing. I wish I brought my camera. Thank you Joanna, Charmaine &amp; Andrea &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Palm Sunday - in church we had prayer walk first and it was really powerful. It just made me think of all the foolish choices I've made in my life, and how I've let myself be led astray by what I chose to do. And also, what hit me was that all the past hurts came rushing back in my head. I've always thought I had let go of them, but I realised that I had just pushed them aside and stored them in this top shelf, but when the situation called for it, the memories and emotions would come rushing back. 'Let go, let God' is what I really need to do. It's hard sometimes because I'm not sure if it's the best if I put it in His hands. In my heart I know God knows what's best for me but in my head there's a little voice calling me to the dark side. But prayer walk really affected me yesterday because the messages about choices &amp; letting go stuck in my head throughout the day, and it still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church I walked to the bust stop with Seeyue. Soon we both saw 171 and I got on. 171's supposed to go to town right, and as the bus was nearing MGS I closed my eyes for a while, but when I opened it the bus was turning into Clementi Avenue West. !!!!!!!!!!!!!! I freaked out but obviously it didn't show on my face. Thankfully the bus passed Clementi MRT and I got off there and took an MRT to City Hall to meet Charmaine, Andrea and Joanna. So I thought I was early when I reached so I went to MPH, and later Charmaine came over and met me. We walked around for a while and she was acting all weird (as usual.) and finally Joanna/Andrea contacted her to meet them at Thai Express. We went to the basement and to Thai Express where there was something at one of the chairs where Andrea and Joanna were sitting. I was going to sit at another chair but Joanna led me to the chair where there were things on. I opened it and there was this small plastic bag and a box in Action City wrapping. Joanna gave me the plastic bag and then put the Action City thing on the floor, saying it was for a Geog project (Which was on deforestation/global warming? haha.) So I opened the plastic bag and there was Potato Crisps wrapped up with a nice card on it. The message was reallly sweet. Then we ate our lunch and after we finished I said that we should leave early to go to the club. But they made up some excuses to try and stall me, haha. Then Charmaine 'secretly' asked for a lighter from the waitress and unsuccessfully tried to hide it when the waitress gave it to her. Andrea and Joanna were trying to cover something under the table while they took the lighter and finally... they took out this cute muffin with a short candle on it. According to Joanna, she saw Dick Lee previously and she accidentally hit him with her umbrella and for compensation he bought the muffin for her. It had no logic but was a cute story nonetheless. Then I lighted it and blew it out and I cut the muffin into 4. We ate it and left. Joanna and Andrea had taken their 'Geog project' out and were trying to do something with it without letting me see. I was chasing after them and Charmaine was trying to hold me back. It was a comical sight. So finally they gave it to me and apparently there was a card on it that kept falling out and they were running away trying to paste it back. It was the Action City water cooler, so cute right. Then we took the 36 to the club. And at Manzhu we did our work and other nice stuff happened &amp; such. Then at 6 we ate our dinner there, 4 of us sharing 3 dishes. (It was insufficient.) In all I went to the toilet 4 times while I was there. Charmaine and Andrea went to the bowling alley to play arcade games and she actually helped me to carry my presents but later on left them there and remembered it only when we were running for the bus after we left the club. But Andrea didn't tell me because apparently I looked so carefree to get to the bus she didn't want to spoil my mood. Haha. Anyway we took 36 back to Marina and then I called my mum to help me get the presents from the bowling alley. By then the concert almost started but we didn't know how to get to Esplanade without jaywalking and taking a long route so we just jaywalked and Charmaine left and we got to the concert hall just before the ACJC concert started. Andrea said she saw Nick waving at me but I didn't see but anyway I didn't see him at all throughout the concert. So during the concert it was kinda boring because most of the classical tunes played by the band were very simlar (to me) and I was very sleepy by then. Joanna, Andrea and I kept ourselves occupied by finding the guy from Robbie &amp; The Book Of Tales last time. He's in J1 now and he was playing percussion in the ACJC band. So cool right. He actually still looks the same to me. Anyway, I kept nearly falling asleep but couldn't because the pieces had so many climaxes and everytime I started falling asleep during the soothing parts, there woud suddenly be a loud climax by the gong or cymbal and I would be awake once more. The finale was pieces from Phantom of the Opera from combined bands of ACJC, ACS(I) and ACS Barker. It was really good, the best part all night. I was drop dead tired after that and I came home and slept around 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was exhausted and my hair was gay. I was supposed to hand in Physics file and Chemistry worksheet but I did neither so I think I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I need to: 1. file chem 2. study chem 3. plan out history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay not a lot right? Byebye everyone wish me luck for surviving this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-2280998709770539321?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2280998709770539321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=2280998709770539321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/2280998709770539321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/2280998709770539321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures-from-thursday-and-friday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-2266259782854050029</id><published>2007-03-28T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:35:55.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RgpnUuT340I/AAAAAAAAAFU/XPnTBqMXG_M/s1600-h/IMG_2422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046959938148492098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RgpnUuT340I/AAAAAAAAAFU/XPnTBqMXG_M/s320/IMG_2422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it. I'm studying. Math. Actually Math's the only subject I enjoy studying. It's to fun to figure out answers, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the week of songs. Songs of longing, songs of joy, songs of God, songs of love. I'm getting familiar with the guitar too, because I printed out the chords of many songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was a nightmare today. It was worse than last week. And I have come to a realization that I'm not that fit at all. Though I run quite often, my stamina sucks. I get tired easily and I'm not a fast runner. I must work on my speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is becoming blah. After next week when the tests are over, remind me to make a new layout, or something decent of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English this year is a bit more strict than previous years. I have to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's a song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely, I'm getting over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should channel all my frustrations and sufferings into my work. You know, like a distraction. And just block out the outside world. Study, study, study. I haven't been doing that much of my life. It's hard because I don't have enough willpower. But sometimes if I'm pushed to a limit I'll drown everything with studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-2266259782854050029?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2266259782854050029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=2266259782854050029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/2266259782854050029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/2266259782854050029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/03/can-you-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RgpnUuT340I/AAAAAAAAAFU/XPnTBqMXG_M/s72-c/IMG_2422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-7386150873303232340</id><published>2007-03-25T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:36:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am nothing to you, yet it isn't your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundays always get me down somehow. It isn't because of church. Church makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not ready for this. People I can't get close to, and things beyond my reach. It's too risky to take a risk. (Which is precisely why it's called a risk.) I might lose everything I ever had, or anything that I ever wanted or potentially had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In DG today - we all have different personalities, so we display love towards others differently. True, so true. I've always wondered about that. How love comes in many forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-7386150873303232340?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7386150873303232340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=7386150873303232340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/7386150873303232340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/7386150873303232340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-nothing-to-you-yet-it-isnt-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-6056045823148258886</id><published>2007-03-23T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:11:28.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay now since Liz brought it up I shall blog about something that happened in church last week. I know my recount sucks but excuse me my brain is not functioning well these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During service Liz was pretty restless. She was doing this and doing that and moving here and moving there. (You get my drift.) Then suddenly she asked me if all boys watched porn. Uh, okay. I obviously didn't know the answer, so I said I don't know. Then she smsed Nick (sitting 2 or 3 seats away) asking, "Do you still watch porn?" Haha, note the 'still'. I read the message she sent and tried not to collapse into a fit of laughter. Still, I bet we made a lot of noise and everyone around was annoyed. Sorry. Anyway. Nick replied the most ambiguous answer ever, "huh?" And he took 5 minutes to reply. 5 minutes to think up of an answer? Surely there must me more to this, haha. After service Nick desperately tried to explain himself.. how his friends sometimes watch and he just happens to see them watching it blah blah yada yada yada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, all boys watch porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;(I know it's past 12. Take everything referred to today as Friday.)&lt;br /&gt;Today started off slightly depressing. It was because of the SS test and the summary we did during English. I've had too little sleep this whole week, all thanks to my lack of time management and self-control. This was proven from the sleep survey I did, and I realized that I might have this huge problem. And it's causing my sleeping disorder and weird sleeping patterns. So yeahh. The nice thing was that I saw Step after school and she's totally changed now. Not so nerdy anymore, heehee. Must be the male influence from NJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I went out with my mum to town, didn't do much. I got my phone back from repair for the 3rd time. And my mum wants me to trade it in. She doesn't want me to get a Motorola phone ever again. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP again tomorrow. We're gonna meet with the small-scale version of P. Certain people would know who I'm referring to. Another long MRT ride with around 20 stops. A good seat, my iPod and a good book would make the ride worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love AE and Urban Outfitters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-6056045823148258886?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6056045823148258886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=6056045823148258886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/6056045823148258886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/6056045823148258886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-now-since-liz-brought-it-up-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-4459353892142061953</id><published>2007-03-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:35:55.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/Rf6h_DvUDnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6j55VkxA7n8/s1600-h/100_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043646737409117810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/Rf6h_DvUDnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6j55VkxA7n8/s320/100_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the pictures from Xianwen! The heck care guy is missing in the group picture. I think he already went back. Stupid Pearly and Melinda jumped into the group shot. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop posting confusing posts, haha. If not half the time people will be wondering what I'm writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two days have gone by quite well. I managed to cram the work I was intending to finish last night by 12, surprisingly. And today thankfully we didn't have the History test. Thanks Candice for the notes &amp; sorry for returning it late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling keeps coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHKAY. No more misleading words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for over 3 hours this afternoon. Amazing. I was tired, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Try &amp;amp; finish The Alchemist this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon See Yue. And Amanda, whatever happened to you, I hope you come to school tomorrow. Tomorrow running again, wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You don't know. tooparanoidagainiguess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-4459353892142061953?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4459353892142061953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=4459353892142061953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/4459353892142061953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/4459353892142061953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-finally-got-pictures-from-xianwen.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/Rf6h_DvUDnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6j55VkxA7n8/s72-c/100_0358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-2981096748208623650</id><published>2007-03-12T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:18:20.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Visions from yesterday keep rushing back to me &amp; I'm getting that feeling again. Shudders. I have never thought about something like this for so often in a day. It just keeps occupying my thoughts every few seconds. There's something different, this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When it's wrong, but it feels so right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I know if this was wrong this time? It's a beginning, and I know it won't end any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't like me, or maybe it's just me. I've always been paranoid, but there's a possibility I'm right this time. You might think I'm unoriginal, uncreative, and insert some adjective here that basically means the same thing. Sorry, but I'm not trying to prove anything. It just so happens that.. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pick up my guitar that's lying in cobwebs. Now's a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-2981096748208623650?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2981096748208623650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=2981096748208623650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/2981096748208623650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/2981096748208623650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/03/visions-from-yesterday-keep-rushing.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-9043228850307414738</id><published>2007-03-11T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:15:23.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Most of today was great. The sad thing is, I haven't stuck to my doing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will bathe now, and then do work. I must, I must. This post is redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No actually this post isn't redundant. I just wanted to announce that some things that happened today were nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah there are so many ants on my table. I need to neaten it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-9043228850307414738?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/9043228850307414738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=9043228850307414738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/9043228850307414738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/9043228850307414738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/03/most-of-today-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-6762206170844499638</id><published>2007-03-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:57:34.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I don't know what to blog about anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the March holidays, I hope I can catch up with everything. I know it'd be over before I know it. I'm trying to finish up the more basic homework this weekend. Then I can spread out the harder and more time-consuming ones throughout the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A math homework, E math homework, SS SBQ worksheet, Physics TB, Bio prac + theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my diet this week obviously didn't work, because I'm still the same weight. You can boo me if you want. I'm still eating too much during dinner, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming feelings aren't as strong anymore, which is good. But I'm not taking enough notice of the things I ought to. Quiet time, quiet time, where have you gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhaustion from yesterday's cheering (more like screaming, really), last night's long dinner, this morning's CIP and gym just now. I think I will sleep soon. (Even though I've been stuck at this E Math question for a long time already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Elle just now, and there was this really pretty dress for $40+. I want to buuuuuuuuuuuy. My mum won't allow because I've bought a top and skirt today.&lt;br /&gt;SELFCONTROLSELFCONTROL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-6762206170844499638?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6762206170844499638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=6762206170844499638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/6762206170844499638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/6762206170844499638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-i-dont-know-what-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-3734021284000789377</id><published>2007-03-06T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:52:28.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh. I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I can talk to Joanna and Amanda about certain stuff. They rock. Without them, I'd probably crack from holding everything inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall have more heart to hearts with Amanda over tuna sandwiches (with lettuce for me, without lettuce for Amanda) and Milo. In the canteen, averting stares from what makes me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, I hate it when people get the wrong idea. (They probably did this time, there's no doubt about it.) And there's no way you can tell that person that it's a misunderstanding, because of... circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling more fit this week. Mass skipping during recess, 5 rounds after school and tuna sandwiches + Milo for lunch. Considering PE tomorrow, bowling after school, X-country on Thursday + retail therapy after that and gym on Saturday, it will be a very good week. (If I can stick to it.)&lt;br /&gt;It IS Health Awareness Week after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm in one of my lazy ass moods again. It's my way of life. No wonder my ass is so fat. I'm going to try &amp; practice the &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; presentation for A Math and revise a bit of History. If I happen to be able to concentrate, I will try to do more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-3734021284000789377?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3734021284000789377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=3734021284000789377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/3734021284000789377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/3734021284000789377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-1685050203507174111</id><published>2007-03-04T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T20:11:36.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joanna, sorry about today. (Though I don't think you'd read this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Haha, we're even now! Thanks for everything. It was really, really good talking to you. (Today was so paiseh right! I can't get that thought out of my mind.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-1685050203507174111?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1685050203507174111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=1685050203507174111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/1685050203507174111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/1685050203507174111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/03/joanna-sorry-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-5009538278163455357</id><published>2007-02-27T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:35:55.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RePmO4AgOXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/g5_NTSZ4s4c/s1600-h/07.02.18%3B+CNY+Day+1+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RePmO4AgOXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/g5_NTSZ4s4c/s320/07.02.18%3B+CNY+Day+1+141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036121951557400946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What did I do?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohshitohshitohshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if I ever did want to be found out about, I'd rather it be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve to know such things, because you haven't been part of much of my life anyway. You don't know how much pain I have gone through. So if you DO know about so&amp;so, I suggest you get your nose out of this because you don't have to 'care' about me in such a manner. I don't want to share my personal problems with you, mainly because you have been one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-5009538278163455357?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5009538278163455357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=5009538278163455357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/5009538278163455357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/5009538278163455357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-did-you-do-what-did-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RePmO4AgOXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/g5_NTSZ4s4c/s72-c/07.02.18%3B+CNY+Day+1+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-4320480567624853247</id><published>2007-02-25T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T22:15:20.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really loved today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church.&lt;br /&gt;Let God lead you - deny yourself, take up the cross and follow Jesus (Matthew 16:24-25). There was a lot during today's DG that I've learnt, and how I can actually apply it in my life. But if you really ask me what I can commit to giving to the Lord this week, I'd be speechless. I don't know, my mind just drew a blank when I read that question. I guess there's too much jumbled up in my head that I can't think coherently, and I may end up saying the wrong thing, or something that's completely irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church.&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus to City Hall, and then to the club. Over there I did my homework, which I'm really pleased about. It's probably the most work I've done in one afternoon for a long time. Usually I have a short attention span. But I think today there was this subconsciousness that helped me to commit to God and discipline myself better.&lt;br /&gt;Something nice happened later on (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's been nice holding on to so&amp;so for so long, God's been telling me to let go for ages. I've been trying my hardest to let go of so&amp;amp;so, my progress has been on and off, and in the end none of my efforts have been productive. Maybe I've learnt to be stronger in turning away from such things and forcing myself not to attach myself. I'm still holding on tight, but I really ought to let go. It's about time. Circumstances make it really tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, oh. I digressed. Anyway. In the evening we went to the East Coast seafood centre. Met my aunt &amp;amp; family, and we had a loooooong dinner. I slept late last night and woke up pretty early this morning, so I kept falling asleep. How embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we came back home about 1.5 hours ago, and I was sleepy. I bathed and did my SS, finally. It wasn't that hard, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a purposeful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thought you should know, I've tried my best to let go of you, but I don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-4320480567624853247?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4320480567624853247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=4320480567624853247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/4320480567624853247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/4320480567624853247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-really-loved-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-639199739146695058</id><published>2007-02-24T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:03:52.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad I got to see you today, even though it was for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;I've missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Switchfoot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-639199739146695058?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/639199739146695058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=639199739146695058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/639199739146695058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/639199739146695058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-glad-i-got-to-see-you-today-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-8405603252118862134</id><published>2007-02-20T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T11:17:05.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Past two days were quite enjoyable, I think. Did I tell you I finally got my black skinny jeans? Yay me. It was only $69, I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late morning we first went to my grandaunt's place (father's paternal), where her three newly married sons &amp; daughters were absent. (My mum was saying what a good time it was for them to go overseas, then they wouldn't have to give us angbaos.) My cousin (Dad's cousin's son) kept bothering me and I couldn't take a peaceful nap. He's P3? And he kept snatching my iPod earphones. I still love kids. I'll post pictures if I remember. After that we went to my oldest aunt's place (mother's side). It's the first time she's actually celebrated CNY, so it was pretty cool. Then all of us went to my uncle's place, where we stayed for the rest of the afternoon. At night it was a quiet dinner with just my granduncle and grandaunt over for dinner. After dinner while the adults played mahjong, I took a walk at the park, something I haven't done in ages. I miss that place, it's like my sanctuary. At night, it's a good place to sit, hide, cry, reflect or do quiet time. I took quiet, still photos of my surroundings, and again I'll post them if I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had less visiting. We simply went to my dad's uncle's (maternal) place. I took a nap there because I was exhausted from sleeping at 4am the night before. Then we went back home and I took a nap again. Later in the evening my aunt and uncle came to our house and helped to make dinner ............. okay so I'm quite tired of explaining stuff but anyway later on my godparents came with their daughter who's from MG too! She's in P2, and kept bombarding me with questions. But she's still cute, nevertheless. I told her I'll look for her in school on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I bathed, I dropped to sleep as soon as my head hit my pillow. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today more people are coming over but they're my parents' colleagues so I can sit alone and finally do some work. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post up pictures soon. I have a ton of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-8405603252118862134?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8405603252118862134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=8405603252118862134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/8405603252118862134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/8405603252118862134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/02/past-two-days-were-quite-enjoyable-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-3218426767603601909</id><published>2007-02-18T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:35:58.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy CNY everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RdeuGYAgOUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CJKLCwUzNI4/s1600-h/07.02.16;+CNY+@+school+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032682533156829506" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RdeiGIAgOBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rtneTiM5bWI/s320/07.02.16%3B+CNY+%40+school+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RdeheYAgOAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YtCMwURHinE/s1600-h/07.02.16;+CNY+@+school+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032668651822528514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RdeheYAgOAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YtCMwURHinE/s320/07.02.16%3B+CNY+%40+school+035.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/17947938-3218426767603601909?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3218426767603601909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=3218426767603601909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/3218426767603601909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/3218426767603601909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-cny-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SCeXqUkrNU/RdeuGYAgOUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CJKLCwUzNI4/s72-c/07.02.16%3B+CNY+%40+school+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-8191566448673635679</id><published>2007-02-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T22:58:54.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the week is finally coming to an end. Tests, tests, tests all week. Pure exhaustion. I don't admit being the most hardworking student, but the pressure has had a big impact. Considering I don't post very often, I might post even less and less in the future, due to the shocking amount of tests on most weeks. Hm, maybe I'm exaggerating, but for the past two week's it's been quite hectic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think the drama would begin so early this year. And I never expected it to involve a good friend of mine. Just so you know I'm praying for you that this will be over soon, though I doubt it. Gotta have some faith (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pile of books waiting to be read is growing. Most of the books are halfway read, before I got bored and moved on to another book. For now I've set aside The Kite Runner and Water For Elephants for future readings, after (hopefully) completing my current partially read books: Vanishing Acts, The Pact, Sophie's World, The Five People You Meet In Heaven and other unmentionable books. I'd rather not mention their titles here because these books are a bit too young for me to read. Hehe. I bought The Alchemist today at San Bookshop. PAGE ONE AT VIVO CITY IS BEAUTIFUL. I shall find more excuses to go to Vivo. I love the shelves. You can literally get lost in the books there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your writing really inspires me. I'd like to write like you, because it seems that you phrase the most unphrasable things perfectly and make boring ideas sound even the littlest interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day was nice. Not once did I have to dwell in my single-ness as the tests kept me occupied. And of course, my lovely presents, heh heh. I'm so pleased with the amount of cookies I managed to make with that small packet of mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahhh, CNY is coming, wheee. I still have one more outfit to buy, so blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darn, I missed that new Chinese show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-8191566448673635679?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8191566448673635679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=8191566448673635679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/8191566448673635679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/8191566448673635679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-week-is-finally-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-8375185390295294789</id><published>2007-02-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:33:37.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy weekend. CIP, church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I'm caving in to stresssss. Anyway, it's mostly my fault. Because I refuse to do my work, nyeh. But the waking-up-at-4am-to-study for 15 minutes is quite effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Studied' in church with my dear Cecil again. Amadea was missing, everyone was worried, and she somehow emerged from nowhere while we were at the playground. Cecil and I attempted A Math, but I gave up after 2 questions. Cecil followed suit. Seeyue received an anonymous SMS which freaked me out for a second, before we found out it was not-so-anonymous. I was quite upset by a phone call, so I guess that contributed to my not wanting to do A Math. Took bus back with Seeyue, had to stand up most of the ride, it was quite annoying, with the bus jerking everywhere. Met my parents at the club, and I was still quite moody and did not want to do homework. But then something amusing happened and it became even more amusing so I wasn't so moody anymore and thus I did quite a bit of A Math with my dad's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot of work to do, a lot of studying. A lot of them are not required tomorrow, but I'm striving to finish them all tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has distracted me ever since I logged on. Bleahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic at the rooftop next Sunday + xiaolongbao for lunch :D&lt;br /&gt;OhnowaitI'vegotClass101.SodoesSeeyue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-8375185390295294789?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8375185390295294789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=8375185390295294789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/8375185390295294789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/8375185390295294789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-3419126557685688649</id><published>2007-01-29T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:13:28.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every relationship is based or founded on something. For example, some relationships are based on the fact that both people work for the same company, attend the same school, or sharing a similar interest in a hobby or sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of relationships, once a common bond is no longer present, the relationship will tend to deteriorate. For example, once a child graduates from high school and moves off to college, he or she will probably lose most of the relationships formed with classmates, because school is no longer a common bond and thus there is nothing holding the relationship together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if your relationships are formed around a common belief in Christ, then no matter what else happens in life, as long as that common bond is still present those relationships will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes so much sense. I think, a lot of my relationships are not centred around Christ. That's why I drift from people so much. At least I still have memories that stay close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't know, I'll still be praying for you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was meaningful, but the end of the day was quite saddening.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this blog shouldn't be so dark. Bright colours encourage cheerfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to God makes my day more complete. But sometimes I worry about running out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A public blog shouldn't get so personal. I need to do work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, Shakti's specch during SS was enlightening. Somehow SS gets more fun in the LT. History was strange today. As hard as I tried, I could not absorb what Mrs Pandian was saying. At all. The words just hung in the air, and my ears just repelled the info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck. I haven't gone to the gym for 2 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-3419126557685688649?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3419126557685688649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=3419126557685688649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/3419126557685688649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/3419126557685688649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/01/christ-must-be-at-center-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-5202823902270944573</id><published>2007-01-27T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:12:52.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is rather stale. I need to give it some oomph for it to burst with energy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not a good Friday. 2 teachers and 2 other people made me sad. But my day was made a bit better when I bought stuff from Dorothy Perkins. The wonders of retail therapy. Now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This post is dated Saturday because it's past 12. Take everything as if it's still Friday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with Ongko tomorrow. Ha, I like that alliteration. But I need to set some time for studying. Should I skip the gym tomorrow? ... No. I didn't go last week. Will try to squeeze in everything on Sunday after church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might try to study Chem later. Oh whee. I haven't burned midnight oil for ages. It'd be fun to sleep really, really late again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just go out of my house in the middle of the night and have a walk at the park. But my parents won't allow and I'm too guai to sneak out. Anyway, there might be scary construction workers / drunk pot-bellied perverts hiding in the bushes. I know I'm way too paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was this big, spacious, empty room in my house. If I'm upset or if I have some kind of energy waiting to burst out of me I can go there and scream or dance or whatever. I love big empty spaces. There's some sort of vastness and the feeling of being unrestricted that makes it so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have a long talk with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Never had that warm, secure, accepted feeling with a special friend before.&lt;/strike&gt; Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes it just seems that there's more to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-5202823902270944573?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5202823902270944573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=5202823902270944573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/5202823902270944573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/5202823902270944573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-blog-is-rather-stale.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-4941608738830519250</id><published>2007-01-22T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T20:32:22.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Let It Shine is pretty interesting, despite certain people saying otherwise. Tsk, tsk. CoughAdrianoCough, hehe. He's not a major eye candy, but at least there's something pleasant to look at on the TV screen, right-o? He's pretty funny too huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I'm not doing my work. My stupid zhouji is so far one sentence long, bah what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies was extremely amusing today. Mrs Seetoh kept digressing. And Shakti the highly kinesthetic kept shaking her legs so much that the whole row of seats in the LT was shaking too. And being the visual/auditory person I am, I constantly whacked her fidgety legs. Tsk, she reminds me of Amanda Soo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school we had the poetry recital, and it wasn't as boring as I thought it would be. I bought the poetry book, adding to my small but growing collection of poetry books. Time to time I need to get my inspiration, but I think I'm quite rusty now because I haven't really written a proper poem ever since my thumbdrive crashed. I don't think the novelty of it faded away; probably there's this subconsciousness in me that is cynical about digging deep into my heart and putting my thoughts and emotions on paper. Well, on Notepad anyway. I guess I'm a bit afraid all these poems might just fade away. All my better poetry was in my thumbdrive and diskette, which both crashed early last year. It was a painful blow, I can't say I've completely gotten over it. Even when I try to write poetry nowadays, it feels as if I'm regurgitating my soul and not letting the words flow out naturally. My English doesn't even seem to be as good as before. Not that I'm saying it was good last time, but I think my standards have dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work. I've got to stop being such a procrastinator. Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-4941608738830519250?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4941608738830519250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=4941608738830519250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/4941608738830519250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/4941608738830519250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-let-it-shine-is-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-6033158007014501174</id><published>2007-01-20T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T13:07:45.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This sweater don't warm me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin songs get a lot much better when they sound sad and you don't understand the lyrics. It's hard for me to find English songs that fit my low moods. And once I find the perfect song, the tunes won't fit. Half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling low now, but I feel like being all nostalgic and reminiscing the old days. It was so great when I was close to &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. Now we don't even exchange proper sentences with each other. Saying hi in the corridors might not be possible in a few months anymore. We've drifted too much, and I miss you. Perhaps if you read this you might know who you are, but probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is definitely going to be very tough this year. I was stressed out last year. I am probably going to die. How is it that so many people can survive this year? Could I be another one of these people, or will I cave in to the demands of Secondary 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord please fill me with your neverending warmth and comfort. All over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Eunice, last night was nice &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-6033158007014501174?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6033158007014501174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=6033158007014501174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/6033158007014501174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/6033158007014501174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-sweater-dont-warm-me-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-4727733665171729786</id><published>2007-01-13T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:50:40.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am quite pissed with someone today. But I shall try to tolerate this particular someone, you know, to try to love people who are hard to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When you refuse to love people because they're hard to love, you forget the fact that God always loves you, even though you're not always easy to love.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So yeahhh, I will try to put up with this person a bit more and not complain about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went for Fusion. Explosive Passion! The whole thing was great, but initially I thought my heart wasn't in it, until I began opening my heart a bit and think about the lyrics of the songs and what the speaker said. The finale ended with me doing things I wouldn't normally do, but I was so filled with explosive passion that I actually became quite high. Well, now I guess I'm not that high anymore, though my heart is still open for the Word of God. Sorry to Andrea and Charmaine that I'm not going tonight, no particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel to hypocritical about such things. Hopefully church tomorrow will allow God to speak to me somehow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School workload is quite all right, for now. I'm trying my best to study extra, but unfortunately failing. I read Eunice's blog, SHE LIKES SITTING NEXT TO ME. Nyeh, nyeh, take THAT Amanda Soo! Haha. Eunice is really fun to sit next to, just like all my other sitting partners over the years. Take note: she gets euphorically high for no reason after recess. Sometimes immediately after. But we're both pretty serious during the lessons when the teacher is talking. I guess that's a plus for both of us. Combine it with the wacky pair sitting behind us and Shakti in front makes my sitting position so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the gym later, I'll attempt to do extra to look more toned for my aunt's wedding next week! I loooove the dress I bought for the occasion, but it won't look nice with my fats spilling out of the dress, so I'll try to do more intense today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, now the whole I'm-pissed-with-someone thing is behind me.&lt;br /&gt;The art of distraction + forgiveness :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-4727733665171729786?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4727733665171729786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=4727733665171729786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/4727733665171729786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/4727733665171729786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-quite-pissed-with-someone-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-8838042487687532463</id><published>2007-01-04T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:47:09.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's started and it's not too bad. The scholars in my class are pretty nice, and I've gotten to know a few new people, though I haven't exactly mixed around a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. the NJC girls came today! Meiyan, Jinnie, Wilona, Liz. I was jumping for joy when I saw Meiyan and Jinnie because I haven't seen them in ages. They look really old in their NJ uniforms. But I was happy happy. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes haven't officially started yet, today we went to the art museum and NUS. The art museum was pretty okay, I thought the NUS one was boring, except for the video on the landmines in Cambodia thing. I hung around with Ongko, Sam and Esabelle. And I think it's fun to talk to people like them (in a group) where there are people who are prepared to dish out juicy information and there are people who are ready to listen. According to me, it's not considered actual gossip unless we make judgemental conclusions, but at the same time talking about people generally is a little sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I have to be really careful about what I blog about, so I'll try not to post too much stuff on school and my opinions on it, so I guess I'll have to blog more about generally what's going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ongko said she'll consider joining bowling. I am glad! But anyway Woon joined for one session in Sec 1 and then she quit. Oh well. I guess you must have the passion to stay on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we had this surprise party for my cousin who was turning 21. It was pretty fun actually, because we were at Changi and it kept raining. Later we had to move the party to our house because the rain got too heavy. I had to go to bed even while the party was still going on because there was school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My complexion's pretty bad now and I'm quite bummed about it. I don't think it'll ever clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see Pearly's cute hair? She looks like AhWang now, from the Ch55 show.&lt;br /&gt;She says DG is still in the same room as last year but I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Amanda Soo's present! The present was very un-Amanda. But it's pretty anyway so thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my zhouji. I've basically written it already but I need to translate all the English words that I've written down. Bah my Chinese sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-8838042487687532463?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8838042487687532463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=8838042487687532463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/8838042487687532463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/8838042487687532463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/01/schools-started-and-its-not-too-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-5500701014206641454</id><published>2007-01-01T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:01:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wait... it's a new year. I shall not spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was a great year, and I'd probably go into details about close/special/good friends who made it a great year &amp; by being there and putting up with me. But I'm not feeling wordy now considering my mood. God made this all possible, and a million thanks to Him. I couldn't be more grateful than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all my family and friends for 2006. Because of you my year wasn't disappointing. I just wish I did my part as a friend/daughter/sister better. Cheers to a new amazing year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was awesome I guess and today wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell as I exit to hide in my corner to wallow in self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;(I hate it when I get this way, it makes me feel ungrateful and selfish.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-5500701014206641454?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5500701014206641454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=5500701014206641454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/5500701014206641454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/5500701014206641454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/01/wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-3152097881800866</id><published>2007-01-01T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:47:55.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am feeling absolutely low and listless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to let go of this, but even after I think I've given up on it, the feelings come rushing back in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? Wait - it's called an addiction.&lt;br /&gt;Never in my right mind would I think I could be considered naive.&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone has their firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes get too high too soon. Now it's too little too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoo the emo bug away. Actually I doubt this is considered being emo.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm actually upset for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;(And emo means being down for no particular reason... right?)&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's defined differently from person to person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha - this time I'm equipped with a number of songs that actually fit my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo/sad/self-pity/self-centred post, begone. Poof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-3152097881800866?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3152097881800866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=3152097881800866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/3152097881800866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/3152097881800866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-feeling-absolutely-low-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-4562806854767858085</id><published>2006-12-30T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T16:18:35.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what, I don't like Mariah Carey's style of singing. Listen to Through the Rain; I hate how she keeps going high and low after some lines. It's freaky. If she didn't do that, I might actually like that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was different. Not what I expected it to be, but at least it wasn't the same as previous years. My family celebrated on Christmas Eve, with my aunt's family. We were supposed to go Orchard, but didn't in the end. So we went bowling. The presents I received were pleasant[: I was happy with the presents I gave. Thanks to you guys from church who gave me presents (Seeyue, Nick, Liz and Eve). Coeway acted surprised when I gave him the cookies. (He thinks I hate him.) I hope you all liked my burnt cookies. Anyway, the supposed Christmas party didn't turn out like it should, but it was fairly enjoyable. (Chatting in Cafe Cartel while waiting for Denise who was 3 hours late, packed side by side in the crowded bus with Charmaine absent as she ran away to watch her TV show, bowling lousy scores &amp; realizing that Andrea's pretty good at bowling and Joanna needs the bumper, then finally sitting and talking after closing hours when the lights are all switched off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bugis Street with Charmaine this week. I never knew Bugis Street wasn't Bugis Junction, so I never thought of going because I thought the two places were the same place. Amidst the cheena/kawaii/sweety/cutey/ahlian apparel that is sold at Bugis Street, they do sell some nice bags, jeans, skirts and earrings. I might just go back there again, but this time with more cash in my pocket. Which reminds me, I had to return Charmaine $7, but I opened my purse and found $4 plus only, so I returned her $4 first. How embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym today. I just felt like posting today. I'd like to go to the Lime Flea Market some time. I'm a cynic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above sentences had absolutely no relation to each other. They were just some random things I have been thinking about lately, except for that gym sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole lot of books I've yet to read. Now in the middle of Fahrenheit 451, Empress Orchid and The Pact. I bought Water For Elephants a few days ago. My book collection is bigger than ever. You should see it, if you haven't before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-4562806854767858085?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4562806854767858085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=4562806854767858085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/4562806854767858085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/4562806854767858085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-what-i-dont-like-mariah-careys.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-1651507727317595053</id><published>2006-12-01T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:19:58.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I haven't blogged for a long time and I don't think I will blog anymore. I've been thinking of moving, though I've only been here for about a year. I won't delete this blog though, I like its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm choosing between LJ and Xanga. Each host has its pros and cons, but maybe I'll use LJ, who knows? I'd prefer Xanga, but a lot of people are using the host and it's becoming a cliche. Then again, many people are using Blogger too. We'll see lah. I'll probably start blogging full time when school starts and the excitement begins. Probably. If I don't blog by then that means school's probably not as exciting as I'd like it to be. Till then, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm blogging already, I might as well update on stuff. As usual, nothing of interest has happened these weeks except maybe for the DG gathering. I do believe that I'm more comfortable around them now, but I can't really tell, because I tend to open up really slowly; it really depends on both parties, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be getting my social life back on track by going out with Charmaine next week, for the first time since two weeks. I remember telling Ongko that I was going out with her at least once every week but that was 2 weeks ago, and after that we didn't keep in contact much. So we're hanging out next Tuesday, and we're gonna discuss the Christmas party details. I hope it will be made possible. And I know I'm supposed to go out with Sam, but I haven't really talked to her much since the holidays started. Sorry Sam! If you wanna go out I'm quite free next week, or maybe perhaps you might like to go out with Charmaine and me to discuss the party? Wheeee. This holiday has indeed been very different. I don't want to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to catch up with people. Ongko, Eunice &amp; Kara &amp;amp; Mabel (ECP&lt;3), Sam, Meiyan, and other people. Especially Meiyan, coz she's going NJ! And I won't be able to talk to her much next year. At least Eunice and Ongko would be in my class, so we won't drift apart. I hope. And you know what? Eunice is gonna be in my class for 4 straight years! Haha, I hope you don't get sick of me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide whether to grow my fringe out or not. Sometimes it looks nice, but then other times (especially after I wash my hair) it looks very ahma. I'm more keen on growing it out, so I can sweep it to the side, but it's a very common hairstyle. WHO CARES ANYWAY AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found a use for Plee's birthday present for me this year. The mittens? I'm now using them for my cards &amp;amp; money because I can't find any nice purse/wallet to fit both. My money's in the I heart Daddy mitten and my cards (EZ-link, library etc.) are in the I heart Mummy mitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and some more good news! I bought Charmaine's and Joanna's birthday presents! I still owe Kendra and Kara a present each. And a whole lot of other people like Nicole and Xing Yi. I'm so sorry guys I AM SUCH A BAD FRIEND. I will really do my best to get you guys awesome Christmas presents okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, this has been a long post, not like what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was almost scary. (I wish someone told me what was going on.)&lt;br /&gt;The past few days were sort of melancholic, often resulting in me listening to mellow tunes, slow and comforting. The days pass lazily and calmly, but I fail to appreciate them yet. Before I know it, these days would be over. I spend the rainy days indoors, snuggled in my sweater because the air conditioner's switched on. Thank goodness I'm not outside in the rain, I think, because it would be awful to walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;In the office, the construction works outside keep interrupting my train of thought. How is it possible to feel calm and disturbed at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if my blog isn't read anymore, at least I can still read what I've written. It's pretty much dead anymore, so it'd be no wonder that no one ever comes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, all&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-1651507727317595053?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1651507727317595053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=1651507727317595053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/1651507727317595053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/1651507727317595053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-i-havent-blogged-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-8039204228877606109</id><published>2006-11-14T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:30:59.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should blog more often (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have been pretty boring but I've been trying to get my stuff organized and plan stuff to buy and all. Posting for next year will probably be out in 10 days or so and I need to start looking at my booklist and write down the stationery I need to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday church was pretty quiet because there were only 4 of us in DG. We discussed John 15 which was about being connected to God and about being persecuted as Christians. It's pretty hard to stay true to God and at the same time not conform to the sinful ways of the world. I face that problem every day because I can't set my priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sort of tested my faith yesterday when I went ice-skating with some friends. I wouldn't like to bother explaining because I might offend some people. The thing was, it was hard trying to be patient with them and at the same time be thoughtful to their needs. I didn't want to appear bratty by demanding things to go my way but I was pretty pissed off with how some of them were behaving. The unhappiness definitely showed on my face but I didn't care. After a while I knew my complaining would get me nowhere and this would probably strain our relationships so I kept quiet. In all I don't think I set a good example with my impatience, but I made it up a bit by helping some of them with their ice-skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now back to the monotonous data entry. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-8039204228877606109?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8039204228877606109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=8039204228877606109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/8039204228877606109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/8039204228877606109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-should-blog-more-often-holidays-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-116297991493454215</id><published>2006-11-08T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:49.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloo. I'm in the office now, feeling very bored. Data entry is too monotonous for my liking :/ Well at least I've earned almost $80 already! Considering I've been doing data entry only, it's quite good you know! On Friday I'm going shopping with my mum and sister. Girls' night out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of my sister, our relationship has improved a whole lot. I don't know whether people have prayed for me or not, but if you have, thank you so much! It made so much of a difference after I posted that entry on Strivetobeholy. It seems like a miracle, my sister and I have never had such smooth conversations ever. We get along really well now, and I hope it's for good. THANK YOU LORD FOR EVERYTHING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year-end holiday is unique by itself. And I want this year's to be extra special and memorable. I really want to meet new people, but it's just that I'm no good at holding conversations with new people. I can't think of anything to say. November's not over yet so I still have more than a month to spice up my holidays. Office jobs can be a real drag, but it's a good experience I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are gonna get me a guitar soon. Second-hand, because my dad's not sure if I'll enjoy it long-term. I also have a long list of material wants, and every time I look at it I feel longing and guilty at the same time. I want them really badly, but I know they shouldn't take first priority in my heart because I should put God first in my heart no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym is totally not working. I went thrice last week and have gone once this week (going again tomorrow and Friday) but I haven't lost anything. Boo at this rate I won't look nice in a dress for Sec 4 Founder's Day. Heh. I seriously hope not. Maybe it's my snacking. The office is so boring I keep snacking on biscuits even though I'm not hungry. Don't blame me lah, there's nothing to do here but type. RESIST THE TEMPTATION! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want ECP. Eunice, Mabel, Kara and me. Things won't be the same like last year, just like the 1I BBQ. But I'll try my best. Picnic again, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-116297991493454215?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/116297991493454215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=116297991493454215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/116297991493454215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/116297991493454215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/11/helloo.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-116244006129797858</id><published>2006-11-02T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog isn't even a blog anymore. I'm sorry for not replying any tags, especially the hellos. Because replying them would be totally pointless, I guess. Hello back to you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days were spent moping around. I went out a few times, but it gets boring after a while. I don't have a secured job yet, does being hired by your parents count? If I'm not at the gym, out with friends or working, I'm watching Goong (Episode 17). My new favourite pasttime is YouTube, and after Goong I'm going to watch Sassy Girl, Chun-hyang. Andrea recommends it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the layout because the other caused pain to my eyes. This one is sort of an old layout, and I don't really like it, but it's a change. I might move to a new blog soon. Xanga's the new cool now right? Everyone's getting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the 1I BBQ party. Last year was more fun, because we were closer. Kara's house is amazing, it's like an island resort. I LOVE HER HOUSE. Pictures may be up soon on Audrey's or Kara's blog. Today I'm supposed to go kangkong-ing with Charmaine and the rest, but I don't feel like going too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday Charmaine and Sherlynn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known both of you only this year (Charmaine in P2 though), and it's been grreeaaaatt. Have a rocking 14th birthday&lt;3 Tralala!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-116244006129797858?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/116244006129797858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=116244006129797858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/116244006129797858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/116244006129797858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-blog-isnt-even-blog-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-116193255237234338</id><published>2006-10-27T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:48.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, like, my blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's finally ended, and the last few days have been pretty eventful. Starting from last Friday, there was Staffroom RA. It was great, with the teachers and Nathan Hartono and all. Saturday I went ice-skating and then to Meiyan's church, = fun, fun &amp; fun! Sunday I went Plee's church, and then went to City Hall to try &amp; get a present for Andrea. We didn't find one though. Monday was the surprise party! Thank goodness Andrea was clueless so the party was a success. Tuesday the party ended and everyone went home. Oh Happy Belated Birthday Andrea! Wednesday after school went to City Hall once again to the Pacific cafe place and went to surf random blogs. Then yesterday was the last day of school, it was pretty boring, but after that Charmaine, Sam and I went to town for some sorta reason. We finally achieved what we wanted, but later regretted doing it. But thanks Sam for speaking for us &amp; sorry for not helping. I guess I'm not much of an independent &amp; outspoken person when it comes to strangers and all, but I've gotta learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to do for the holidays. I wish I planned it out earlier, but then again I've never had good time management. Lord, please help me through these 2 months with better time management skills. Give me perseverance and patience to work out everything smoothly. Let me make time for You and still be able to balance out my friends, family, studies and everything else I regard as important. Thank You for blessing me all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I'll work out a timetable and for once, &lt;i&gt;for once&lt;/i&gt;, I will have to try my &lt;b&gt;hardest&lt;/b&gt; to stick to it. There seems to be so much to do, but I don't even know where to begin. Church (Meiyan's and/or Plee's), gym, that thing, homework, fun, prepration for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will attempt to reconstruct this empty blog on Sunday as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-116193255237234338?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/116193255237234338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=116193255237234338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/116193255237234338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/116193255237234338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-like-my-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-116117901770868468</id><published>2006-10-18T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:48.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new favourite website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/strivetobeholy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;StriveToBeHoly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go there everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-116117901770868468?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/116117901770868468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=116117901770868468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/116117901770868468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/116117901770868468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-new-favourite-website.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-116081024924324776</id><published>2006-10-14T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:48.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am currently uninspired to make a new layout, so it shall wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blog-reading a lot, and I'm kind of um.. confused. People can change so fast, and I guess humans are all fickle-minded. I always thought I was the indecisive one, but surprise surprise, everyone else is like that, if you take a good look at it. I'm quite glad I'm not involved so complicatedly in relationships like that, because I'm already in another kind of complicated situation. I wish I could tell someone. I look at this situation, and I look at the rest of the world, thinking, which kind of life should I choose? I'm barely making any sense now. Last time I thought things seemed bad, but I guess things could get worse, and for the first time ever, serious. I could picture everything turning out this way, but I never expected it to come true. Now we're all as vulnerable as each other, I'm not the only one. A single action, a single word could strike a flame.. and everything might just come crashing down. Each day I'm seeing more things in a new perspective; doors are closing, and some are opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually type so figuratively, but you don't have to understand what I mean. Every day you wish you could escape from the life you live, but you don't realize its consequences, what you're putting at stake. Look around, people are behaving so foolishly and childishly. A simple 'I don't friend you, you don't friend me' and things are finished. Have we ever thought this could be minor, compared to the bigger things in the world? Maybe if things were worse, you would think you're being petty now. Most people don't see the whole picture, while a few of us have experienced it. Hopefully one day we'll all get to mature and see the world in a better point of view. (But maybe some of us don't want to mature.. it may seem easier to find an excuse to be sad, or angry.) When you grow up you may be plagued with more burdens, but still have to mature someday, no matter what. People expect something of you; they set a certain standard, and you're required to live up to it, even if it's to a minimum. Maybe that's why teenagers have the most problems, it's the transition stage where change takes place so often; God wants you to be prepared for more of the harder things when you become an adult. Thank Him today, even if the pain is tearing you apart, even if you're tempted to end everything. Thank Him, because it will help for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that didn't make any sense to you, it probably doesn't. I'm in a very deep mood right now so yeahhh. Everyone, appreciate being a teenager even if your emotions are taken on a rollercoaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss talking to Amanda. It's been a looooong time, with the exams. And we're not even in the same class anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-116081024924324776?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/116081024924324776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=116081024924324776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/116081024924324776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/116081024924324776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-currently-uninspired-to-make-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-116057169397662601</id><published>2006-10-11T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:47.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams. Are. Over. (It took Seeyue 6 hours to realize that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was considerably amusing day, minus the two horrifying final two exams. I freaked out the most for these 2 exams, although they are 2 of the slightly more minor subjects. I want, so badly, to do well. I could never forgive myself if I did really badly. I just can't accept failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, 11 of us (Amanda, Charmaine, Andrea, Joanna, Deanna, Vanesa, Seeyue, Lauren, Cheryl, Sam and I) went to take a bus to town. Ah-ha, it was funny. Dunno who and who else boarded the bus immediately when Deanna jokingly shouted, "That's our bus!" then I ran for the bus and at the same time I heard Deanna shouting, "Just joking!" So I stopped and warned the others not to get on. Then we waved frantically at the people who boarded the bus so they ran out of the bus again. The bus driver was pissed and he stood up and glared at the people who ran out of the bus. We were making such a din and it was rather embarrassing. As the driver finally drove off, we realized that we actually could take the bus but for some odd reason Deanna kept misleading us. So finally the bus came and 11 of us (plus other MG girls) got on. The Malay man on the bus kept staring at Cheryl and when we told her, he changed his subject of interest. I was finally told how to describe Cheryl's amazingly shiny and round cheeks - pao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we reached Taka and went up and down the escalators to find Seoul Garden. We finally found it with the help of some security guard, I think. With 11 of us, the bill was like $139! And the food was quite good lah, especially the meat. Coffee chicken! And many people plotted against me and Joanna to put chilli sprinkles in my ice-cream. I didn't taste a thing, and I attempted to take my revenge on Cheryl by mixing her drink with my chilli ice-cream. Then we attempted to trick Andrea with the sour green slimy thing of a chendol but she saw the particles lying at the bottom of the cup. I like Seoul Garden now I shall go there more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then later we took a bus back to Deanna's house. Haha it was so cute. Charmaine was sitting beside me in the bus and Sam, Seeyue, Deanna and don't know who else were standing up. There were some SCGS girls too. The bus suddenly jam braked because of another stupid bus in front of us, and everyone fell BOOM on top of each other. It was like dominoes but just that everyone fell at the same time. Everyone was so scared for a moment but when they all got up we all started laughing. Amanda, although sitting down, apparently fell and got a brain damage. As if it would make a difference, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we alighted later and walked in from the main road to Deanna's house. We were greeted with her terribly cute sausage dog, Milo. We watched Full House for a full 2 minutes before we got distracted with the tricks Milo could do. Two words: SO. ADORABLE. I wish my dog could roll on the floor, what an ass. Then Deanna switched to My Lovely Samsoon and we all wanted to watch the mountain scene where Hyun Bin's hair is flying everywhere and is not gelled up. But we didn't know which part was it so we watched for around 15 minutes before we switched back to Full House, all because of Cheryl Tan Yan Zhen! A few of us suddenly got a cough for no reason, and we were coughing and coughing away trying to clear our throats. It was either the dog's fur particles in the air that infiltrated our respiratory system or the food from Seoul Garden which had somehow a negative effect on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with Cheryl, Joanna and Andrea around 5.45. Yeahhh, amusing day eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that the madness is gone, I shall revamp my blog. Soon, or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-116057169397662601?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/116057169397662601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=116057169397662601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/116057169397662601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/116057169397662601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115954934734336146</id><published>2006-09-30T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:47.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little update. I know I'm on a hiatus but I just couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days have been full of studying, and for once, I feel stressed. It's a good and bad thing. I wish I started much earlier, but I didn't have foresight to tell how much the work load would be. I thought I'd be able to finish everything by the time the exams started. I guess I underestimated everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's past midnight and Saturday already, but I am going to recount my day today (Friday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 people were absent for school. We knew Mrs Poh was very, very pissed but she hadn't expressed her anger yet (at flag-raising). During Math, before she even came to class, the class sat quietly at our places, shh-ing at the slightest noise. Finally she came, late, and.. she didn't scream at us or anything. At least she knew it wasn't our fault that nearly half our class pon-ed school, so she didn't scold us or anything. Anyway, the day consisted of few lessons. (That's why so many people pon-ed school. Some were sick though.) I spent PW studying Life Sciences, the first few chapters. I'm pretty familiar with the first few chapters already, so I went through them briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Charmaine and I went to the library to study. It was.. fun. Although I was distracted by Charmaine's usual antics, I managed to absorb stuff. I managed to study up until Plant Biotechnology middle-ish, so I guess that's an achievement. Today I have managed to connect facts from various subjects together. Such as weeds = lower crop yield from Life Sciences to Geography. I hope I don't get mixed up during the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my parents and I went out. It wasn't the greatest experience, so I won't recount that. A while ago, I received some news and my worst fears came true (I think). My expected reaction would be to break down and all, but yeah, I don't feel a thing. At least not yet. I hope it's better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably subconsciously practising my English compo recount. I haven't written in a long time (except for formal letters and all) so I'm really rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the hiatus. Will be back 11/10.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Dawn, I'll upload the picture of you stuffing your finger up your nose after the exams (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115954934734336146?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115954934734336146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115954934734336146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115954934734336146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115954934734336146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115788964409744135</id><published>2006-09-10T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:47.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been saying many times how much I dislike so-and-so, right? Now that I think of it, there's no reason for me to dislike her. Sure we didn't get along in the past, but she hasn't been in my class for so long already, and I've forgotten why I dislike her. It's silly, I know. So right now, I shall declare that I DO NOT DISLIKE ANYONE IN SCHOOL. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the love, stop hating. Shed your anger and put on a coat of forgiveness(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115788964409744135?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115788964409744135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115788964409744135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115788964409744135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115788964409744135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-been-saying-many-times-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115762289636306905</id><published>2006-09-07T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:46.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; to mug these few days, half successful though. I'm done with the Chinese book and almost all of Math, but I'm stuck at some questions. I tried out my Home Econs dish this afternoon, it was okay, gotta do some modifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey and Heidi's party was nice; I hope they had a good time. Happy birthday Audrey and Heidi! Oh and to Si Hui too, her birthday's today... right? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm back with a post just this once, I'm going on a hiatus. I have to start studying very, very hard because I want to get into a really good class next year. I wanna be a geek for once. Last night I almost completed my Math, and then halfway through I began tidying up my room, and then I went to use the computer for a while. Computer is a big distraction! Then around 5am my dad groggily came into my room and pestered me to sleep. So I shut off the computer and went to bed, but I felt really guilty, so I got up again and read finish my Chinese book and did some more Math. Guilt always works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone far in Geography. Then when I begin thinking about English, Chinese, Math, History, Physics, Life Sciences, Art, Home Econs, PW, I get really frustrated. Secondary school is beginning to take over me. The number of subjects are finally overwhelming me and the importance of this has sunk in. I'm scared. &lt;strike&gt;3&lt;/strike&gt; 4 weeks more to EoYs, it isn't a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll ask my dad to take away my Internet connection. It's the best I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here, and it'll be a long time before you hear from me again, ha. Ha. Or maybe if I'm still me I might blog again in the midst of the exams, because I know I probably won't be able to take it without having some enjoyment in my life. (Not that I'm saying blogging is an enjoyment.) Oh blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115762289636306905?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115762289636306905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115762289636306905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115762289636306905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115762289636306905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115721121801462454</id><published>2006-09-02T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:46.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoooo. Wowwza a lot of people are having birthdays! Hannah Phua (I SAW HER ON TV DURING SI AGAIN!), Seeyue, Xingting, Audrey, Si Hui and Heidi! Can't wait for Audrey's and Heidi's party, I just got their presents tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started doing much work yet, except some Geog. I did a bit of the Math practice exam paper this afternoon but stopped at question 10? I tried reading the Chinese book yesterday but I kept getting distracted so I didn't read it in the end. Oh I have been going to Tampines so often these days! Yesterday I went to eat at Din Tai Fung, and today me and my parents went to get my mum's phone and presents! I got some earrings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Teachers' Day celebration was cool too. I wish I wore my pirate outfit, but I brought the wrong shirt. After school I went to kap with Ongko, Woon, Eunice, Xing &amp; Audrey. Then we went back to Ongko's house. We ate super buttered &amp;amp; sugared popcorn and watched The Perfect Man. The guy in the show is Teddy from Ice Princess right? The mum from the show is quite pretty. But the show's so predictable, Woon and I managed to guess the ending. Why can't they have more shows with twists, like A Walk To Remember or Daisy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'll go Plee's church tomorrow. We'll see(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum cut my fringe yesterday and I look crap. I think I'll pin up my fringe for the rest of my life. Or, at least until my fringe grows out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today was nice in some parts. I went to the gym! And then dinner, and then Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think it's good that so-and-so has got a haircut. It won't distract me as much anymore(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But then later at the so-and-so shop something happened. It was a nice feeling :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;take note Urban Concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115721121801462454?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115721121801462454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115721121801462454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115721121801462454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115721121801462454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/09/yoooo_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115676101400950568</id><published>2006-08-28T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:45.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday! ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so troublesome to come up with all those weird outfits, why can't we just wear school uniform! They could have come up with easier themes to dress at least. I have a small wardrobe so my clothes range is limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla. Bla. Bla. I spent the last 4 minutes thinking of what to type. My writing's getting worse, I should practise more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lost the PW peer evaluation thing! How now brown cow? I'll do it on another piece of paper I guess and hopefully Mrs Tang will still mark it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaa,vaa,voom. I want to learn the guitar! Everyone seems to know how to play it. I want to learn Island in the sun, An jing, Qi li xiang, Jie kou and More than words. After the exams I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to making lists again. They are usually ineffective.&lt;br /&gt;- Home econs research&lt;br /&gt;- Get mental preparation for Lit test&lt;br /&gt;- Ask my dad about the Math question&lt;br /&gt;- Find some way of getting PW done&lt;br /&gt;- Get mental preparation for Music tmr&lt;br /&gt;- What else?&lt;br /&gt;- If can, English assessment book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white pumps! $19.90! I will try to buy them soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115676101400950568?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115676101400950568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115676101400950568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115676101400950568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115676101400950568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-its-so-troublesome-to-come-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115651222137126223</id><published>2006-08-25T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:45.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost the memory card that had ice-skating pictures in it, so I can't upload them. ARGH AOIJDKAL:SDLAKJSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school, Charmaine, Dawn, Denise, my mum and I went to Raffles City. My mum gave me some money and left us (hehe) and we went to eat at Subway. I shared the Meatball Marinara (DID I SPELL IT RIGHT?!) with Charmaine and we took the 1-foot long. It was so filling but due to peer pressure I finished almost all of it and I was a bloated balloon. The macadamian nut cookie was nice though. We went to buy some pirate stuff for Teachers' Day celebrations and the shop was really cool! They had the cutest straws, expandable boxers and socks, coolio hairbands with curly stuff sticking out, sweets you would not normally find in a candy store and other wacky stuff. Remind me to pay Dawn $2 for the pirate thing on Monday. Denise then left for tuition. We went MPH after that and I wanted to get Seventeen US but it was $10! I thought it was $7+. Then Charmaine and Dawn left just as my mum met up with me. I saw the Seven Deadly Sins books, and they were slightly different to the editions I have. They have like, the glossy cover! And the one I have is not glossy, and both editions cost the same! 123456. Anyway I bought Vanishing Acts and a notebook, then I was very tired so we took 14 home. I slept, woke up, and then my mum slept during the ride back. Bah it was so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway during Comp studies we went to the Mac lab and took funky photos. Ahaha they're so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/Photo%2026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/Photo%2026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/Photo%2027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/Photo%2027.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/Photo%2028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/Photo%2028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/Photo%2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/Photo%2029.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/Photo%2030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/Photo%2030.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/Photo%2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/Photo%2031.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/Photo%2032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/Photo%2032.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/Photo%2033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/Photo%2033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/Photo%2034.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/Photo%2034.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/Photo%2034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/Photo%2034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/Photo%2035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/Photo%2035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115651222137126223?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115651222137126223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115651222137126223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115651222137126223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115651222137126223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-lost-memory-card-that-had-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115593029845181631</id><published>2006-08-19T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:44.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Autumn's coming - my favourite season (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Singapore had all four seasons. Then I'd have all kinds of clothes to wear, hehe. Nice woolly scarves, summer dresses and everything else. So nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams, exams, exams. Gotta start mugging, my class is really competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staying up to type vocabulary words. I like big, cheem words. When I use them in my speech, I feel smarter. What a cheap thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog needs a change of layout. I'm super duper sick of the grey background all the time. And I can never decide what font I want. I think I suck at Photoshop now. Everyone's like getting better than me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh crap my fingernails are screwed up. My mum once suggested that I wear gloves to keep me from biting them. It's a good idea, but not practical :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sleepy. I shall do some Bible reading then sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115593029845181631?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115593029845181631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115593029845181631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115593029845181631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115593029845181631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/08/autumns-coming-my-favourite-season-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115574179010025048</id><published>2006-08-16T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:44.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Lovely Samsoon is starting tomorrow. A lot of people says it's nice. So I shall watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to upload photos. Soon, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Envy today, hopefully my parents will let me buy Pride and/or The Pact on Friday. I'm on a reading spreeeeee. I want a big, big library full of books! Sure cannot afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried out my thumbdrive and diskette again, they still don't work ]: Oh, I put my new thumbdrive in my pinapore pocket and put it in the washing machine. By the time I realised that my business plan draft was inside, the clothes had already been 3/4 washed. It was quite wet, but I'm drying it out and hopefully it would work tomorrow. If not I'll have to start the business plan from scratch. Anyhow, it's not a lot, about 1 page, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math test tomorrow. Whee, I spent quite a while studying just now. I need to sleep, it's been a long day. Night y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115574179010025048?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115574179010025048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115574179010025048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115574179010025048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115574179010025048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-lovely-samsoon-is-starting-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115535925431339191</id><published>2006-08-12T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:43.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Planetshakers was awesome. God was the awesomenestnestnest for making it all happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Plee at the Max Pavilion, then we went around to search for her friends, Coeway and Nick, who had just arrived too. And they took super duper long, because they were buying stuff from 7-eleven, and the queue was super long. By the time we went back to the queue at the door, it was already super long and Plee couldn't get to where she put her bag with Meiyan and Becky. The stupid security guard didn't let us in because he didn't believe that Plee put her stuff in the queue. Sooo we had to queue right at the back, where many people were still cutting the queue. How un-Christian-like. Later Becky and Meiyan came with Plee's bag to where we were standing, they had given up their places in the front! Oh well, but in the end we got quite an okay spot in the concert place. We put our bags at the chairs behind, and ran to the standing area. WOW the whole thing was great I could feel God's presence every minute of it. It's one of those few times where if I really immerse myself into the lyrics of the song, I can feel Him and it'll be sucha great feeling[: Later there was this talk the guy gave, it was about knowing about God and knowing God. I LOVE THE LORD &amp; I WANT TO KNOW GOD MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS ROCKS. YES HE DOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo grateful that God let me go for this concert, +thanks to MEIYAN who gave me her extra ticket :D Aweeesome time there. THANK YOU LORD FOR LAST NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I saw Ongko and Sarah there too! They were each with their own friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Audrey I haven't gotten around to post ice-skating pics! Too lazy nyeh nyeh. But I'll try to do it soon(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115535925431339191?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115535925431339191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115535925431339191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115535925431339191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115535925431339191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/08/planetshakers-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115504423469857598</id><published>2006-08-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:43.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had sort of a headache today, I thought I was getting a stroke, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day celebrations weren't that amazing, I liked the plastic flag they gave us though. The debate, oops I mean forum was intense. I liked the singing the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went ice-skating at Jurong with Audrey, Amanda, Amanda, Nicole and Heidi. Poor Xing couldn't come because she's sick. Get well soon! The skates were really tight and painful, but it was fun because I haven't ice-skated in ages. Then we took MRT and bus to Amanda's house (Woon) but Heidi had to go back. We watched Ch 55 dramas and went to the playground. I told the Amandas and Nicole about someone I was pissed with, but they didn't feel how I felt. I guess maybe I'm just too irritable, or maybe they can't live in my shoes because this person has been like that for a long time &amp; she's done many things, just that I couldn't list all out then. I hope it's not just me, I don't want to be so sensitive. BUT STILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I don't think I should ever confide in anyone. No offence to Amanda, Amanda or Nicole. I always seem to regret it when I confide or want to confide in someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I lie to some people so much nowadays that I don't even know what's the truth anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of today, tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115504423469857598?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115504423469857598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115504423469857598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115504423469857598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115504423469857598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-had-sort-of-headache-today-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115494497013981841</id><published>2006-08-07T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:43.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During Chapel today, I knew God was trying to tell me something. Because the topic was about responsibilty in a friendship, and I had been thinking about, you know, some of my friends in the morning. I didn't like how they were acting, and I kept thinking, &lt;i&gt;Are we finally being torn apart?&lt;/i&gt; But I don't think the talk during Chapel was very good overall, it just sounded.. empty. Everything in the slide was relevant and quite accurate, but I didn't feel it somehow. Ah what crap am I saying I'm not making any sense. Still, I know God was speaking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected the day to be crappy, but I guess it wasn't so bad in the end. It's always like this: whenever I expect something good to happen, nothing ever does; but when I dread the worst, sometimes things turn out pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDP eve tomorrow! We are strongly encouraged to wear red and white. Are jeans allowed? I might just go to school in our class T-shirt and don't know what for bottom. Will I be finally going out with Amanda tomorrow? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whutwhutwhut to blog about. I think I'll go off to play Ice Cream Machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115494497013981841?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115494497013981841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115494497013981841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115494497013981841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115494497013981841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/08/during-chapel-today-i-knew-god-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115442795375599084</id><published>2006-08-01T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:42.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh so today was another boring day at school. Tomorrow there is photo-taking, as well as a Chinese test. We got back our History papers, our class did quite well, but the level didn't?! So we still have to re-do the test, even though we did well. But then it's only fair for the people who didn't do as well. Revise! We had 2 free periods today, because our Physics teacher wasn't here. I read Perfect Match a bit and attempted to write the Geog rap later on. Then Mrs Lam came in and interrupted our teacher-free classroom and began telling us about the Polymerase Chain Reaction experiment. During recess I ate Charmaine's pizza that was supposed to make me puke, but didn't. Then we had English, then Lit. Boring day right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go Subway after school with people but it wasn't on the way for my mum so we didn't go. But I went to Kallang KFC with my mum and there were a lot of students there. My mum claimed she saw a guy who looks like Adriano but when I looked, ...ewww. Okay maybe the hair and specs were similar but his eyes were humongous and totally un-Adriano. Oh well not that it matters anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished writing the Geog rap with Joanna and Andrea. Oddly Charmaine didn't reply me so we did without her. Okay so tonight I still have to do Home Econs and study Chinese. Golly me I'm so behind schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm posting more stuff in my Lj because I can make the entries private and say stuff that I won't say to other people. Which is good. I just hope I won't get hacked or anything. Anyway my password is pretty difficult. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore below.&lt;br /&gt;- art (Fri, Sat, Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;- spotlight @ PS (Thurs)&lt;br /&gt;- home econs (tonight)&lt;br /&gt;- math target score blabla (tonight)&lt;br /&gt;- study Chinese test (tonight)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115442795375599084?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115442795375599084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115442795375599084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115442795375599084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115442795375599084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-so-today-was-another-boring-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115423164144013250</id><published>2006-07-30T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:41.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Key Skills in Comprehension &amp; Summary Writing Practice Paper 8 (pg 121-128)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Zhouji on 3 days of E-learning holiday&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;LEAD – Comprehension and Cloze Passage&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study for test on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Congruent Triangles Worksheet 3&lt;br /&gt;Similar Triangles Worksheet 1&lt;br /&gt;Similar Triangles Worksheet 2&lt;br /&gt;HeyMath – Set Language &amp; Notation 1&lt;br /&gt;HeyMath – Set Language &amp; Notation 2&lt;br /&gt;HeyMath – Set Language &amp; Notation Quiz&lt;br /&gt;Set Language &amp; Notation Worksheet 1&lt;br /&gt;Set Language &amp; Notation Worksheet 2&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAD – Read notes on Effects of Heat Energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Effects of Heat Energy worksheet&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life Sciences&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read notes on More about Micro-Organisms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;More about Micro-organisms worksheet&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;LEAD – Read notes on Greenhouse Effect and Global Warming&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Journal entry&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes on past lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAD – Read notes on Merger 1963&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Chapter 9 Poster&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home Economics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAD – Read notes on Special Diets&lt;br /&gt;Research&lt;br /&gt;Find recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Essay (reflections) on any theme in TKAM&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes on past lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research (3 pieces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mindmap, Internet Research, Personal experiences and response to the theme, etc.&lt;br /&gt;- Your photographs, sketches from photos and internet, Research into relevant artists and artworks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;- Your composition ideas, trying out different colour schemes and mediums, reflections, etc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target Heart Rate worksheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;School Rules Quiz&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Print out stuff&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am going to &lt;u&gt;die&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; Staying up last night didn't help much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115423164144013250?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115423164144013250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115423164144013250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115423164144013250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115423164144013250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/english-key-skills-in-comprehension.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115415957235164140</id><published>2006-07-29T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:41.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STILL GOT A LOT OF WORK TO DO LAH ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can go to Sam's house tomorrow. PLEASE SOMEONE FROM PW HAPPEN TO READ THIS. I can't find my phone so I can't sms anyone to tell. Okayyyyy. I think I'll have to go IKEA myself and buy materials, so we can make them on Friday during PW lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quite follow my plan yesterday, but I've done some of what was needed to be done. I still have some &lt;u&gt;half-done worksheets, half-done English book, notes to read, zhouji, the stupid PE worksheet and art&lt;/u&gt;. I can't find the notes on Merger 1963. They were supposed to be available yesterday and the day before, but I couldn't find them then. Someone help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the E-learning days were very fruitful. The teachers gave way too much work. It's too overdone and they were wayy crazy over the idea of letting us stay at home. At least in school you have a fixed time when to do what subject, whereas at home you've gotta train yourself to manage your time well, which is something I have never been good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sat at the computer so much these days that I'm getting sick of it. The computer waves are getting to my head :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115415957235164140?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115415957235164140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115415957235164140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115415957235164140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115415957235164140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-got-lot-of-work-to-do-lah-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115407168780853202</id><published>2006-07-28T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:41.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They're outta their sick minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone has realised it on the first day of E-learning that the teachers are MAD. But I only realised today that there's just too much work. I didn't know Geography would take up so much of my time, if not I would be doing my Zhouji by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I really slacked off. After I came back from school I barely did anything. Just some scribbles on my Math worksheet and the printing out of my Home Econs notes. Wth, there's even PE homework too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet there are people who still have more work than me to complete, but Sunday would be a long day for me. I'll be going Sam's house to do PW, and when I come home I still have to do my Art draft (or at least that's what I'm planning to do). Monday is the paper so I need to ruuuush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hopefully this time I'll follow my plan (everyone else and part of me doubts it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- finish up worksheets (ask questions): LS, Physics, Math&lt;br /&gt;- finsish up English book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Midnight (stay up)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lit essay (!@#$%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Zhouji&lt;br /&gt;- Art research (3 pieces)&lt;br /&gt;- gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Should I still go to Plee's church?&lt;br /&gt;- PW&lt;br /&gt;- Art draft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I do it? I think I can. I managed to rush everything on the last day (while watching HSM) during June hols. So this time it shouldn't be an exception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115407168780853202?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115407168780853202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115407168780853202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115407168780853202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115407168780853202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/theyre-outta-their-sick-minds.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115396845698237697</id><published>2006-07-27T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:40.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now I'm in the school computer lab, waiting for Jinnie to finish her video on sec 2 camp. We just finished our AMC paper, the last few questions were really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up until 4 plus this morning. Actually I was planning to do some work, but I did a few questions in the English book and I gave up. WHAT KIND OF ATTITUDE IS THAT. But I made use of the rest of the time to finish up My Sister's Keeper, and the book is great. The ending, really, was unexpected. I had heard from someone that the ending would be a twist, so I was guessing in my mind how it would end. I thought the parents would divorce, and Anna would live with her dad while Kate and Jesse would live with their mum. But even so it isn't a good conclusion, where would Kate get her kidney from if that was so? Anyhoo, the ending was... surprising, but it wrapped up the story well. I shall read The Pact and/or Perfect Match next from recent recommendations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, today: all the notes, worksheets that are incomplete, English compre.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Lit essay, Art research + draft, Chinese compre &amp; cloze passage, History assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'd be able to handle that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115396845698237697?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115396845698237697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115396845698237697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115396845698237697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115396845698237697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/right-now-im-in-school-computer-lab.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115390293097295594</id><published>2006-07-26T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:40.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone congratulate me! And thank the Lord for answering my prayer! Well, sort of I guess [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a fair amount of work today with little procrastination. Already finished all the HeyMath stuff, Math worksheets +some don't know how to do, Physics worksheet +some don't know how to do, LS worksheet +some don't know how to do. Tonight I'll try to do English. Wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is AMC. Someone tell me the time we have to report in school? I know it starts at 8am. Lake House opens tomorrow too! I might catch it with my mum. Tomorrow I'm planning to do Chinese comprehension &amp; cloze passage, Geog greenhouse effect &amp; global warming notes, Hisotry merger 1963 notes, Home Econs special diets notes and stuff I can finish if I have the time. I might stay up tonight to do, because tomorrow AMC might take up some of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I have to do all the hard stuff. Zhouji (which is not hard, but because I have to write about the 3 days of E-learning so I have to wait 'til the last day to write), Lit essay, Art research + draft. And Saturday and Sunday I'm going Meiyan's/Plee's church? If I'm not I'll do some more notes. I hope I can keep up with this time management thing these few days, and hopefully, in the future too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115390293097295594?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115390293097295594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115390293097295594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115390293097295594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115390293097295594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/everyone-congratulate-me-and-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115388005149464258</id><published>2006-07-26T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:40.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick blog before I continue my E-learning homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yesterday was a looooong day for me. Morning in school there was Founder's Day Parade and the service was sooper boring. We were dismissed later than 10.30 because of some reason :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Meiyan, Plee, Eunice and I went to Meiyan's house. Plee and Meiyan played tennis while Eunice and I hung around the playground. By then we were already late for Cheryl's party. Then we took 2 buses to Cheryl's but it was still hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were still some leftovers from lunch, but the buffet thing was gonna close already. Everyone was in the theatre, watching HSM. And then I went to go upstairs to watch people play pool. Actually I wanted to play pool too but all the people playing pool were in a middle of a game. So I went back downstairs to watch HSM. After HSM Evan played You Got Served, but I left halfway with Joanna to go to the toilet. So0o0o0o, we ended up going up to play a bit of pool. Then everyone wanted to leave, so we went downstairs to get our bags to prepare to leave. But Cheryl suggested giving a tour of her house (the place where we were was just the club house) and we all agreed. The lift is super high-tech, and funny, because we (um around 12 of us?) had only 6 seconds to run into the lift when its doors opened. It was so funny. But the biggest thing was Cheryl's house. WOWOWOWOW. It's super big! And in the many buildings of the condo, only 8 families stay there! That means Cheryl must be really rich to buy one of the houses there. I WANT TO LIVE THERE TOOOO. Cheryl and her mum treated us to some goodies and showed us some tricks from her dog. Then we left. THANK YOU CHERYL FOR THE GREAT TIME &amp; YOUR GENEROSITY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that went to Far East with Andrea and Joanna but we walked and crapped a lot. We ate at Burger King, they waited with me at the bus stop, then bus came 213092 minutes later, got on, blablabla, go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay I was very annoyed with some person yesterday but I didn't shout at her or anything so yeahhhh. Whateverxyz this was supposed to be a quick blog Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115388005149464258?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115388005149464258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115388005149464258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115388005149464258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115388005149464258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/quick-blog-before-i-continue-my-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115363593660051787</id><published>2006-07-23T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:40.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The opening yesterday was quite boring, we waited for 2 hours without anything on, and the service lasted only almost an hour. After that my dad picked me up and I went to ECP for the BBQ with my relatives. The location where we had our BBQ was great. There were these long stretch of rocks above the ground, and you could just climb up and sit on the rocks, looking out at the sea. I hope there's still ECP this Tuesday/Wednesday because no one's confirmed (as usual). I hate staying far from school ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIR has a new album! I watched a new video of theirs on Chinese MTV today. I want to buuuuy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official TROMP tomorrow. Although I saw her in person yesterday, she was taking attendance. She looks different now because she doesn't tie up her hair anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115363593660051787?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115363593660051787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115363593660051787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115363593660051787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115363593660051787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/opening-yesterday-was-quite-boring-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115348935871970296</id><published>2006-07-21T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:39.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart's hardening up again. I think I'm going back to my initial stage, where I was... cynical, confused and hopeless. All over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord, let this be just PMS. I'm so afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115348935871970296?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115348935871970296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115348935871970296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115348935871970296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115348935871970296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-hearts-hardening-up-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115340418658932247</id><published>2006-07-20T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:39.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, I was looking through last year's China pictures and it brought back SO many memories. I miss China. And all my good friends from 1I. We're drifting so far apart now, I hardly talk to them anymore. All these friends are very unlike many people in my class, I don't know how to explain, but I love them so much. I wish it was like before. I miss the crazy outings we had. (I still love my friends in my current class too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayle is out! WTH, I'm going to boycott Singapore Idol lah.&lt;br /&gt;Voters what is wrong with you! Vote more carefully leh!&lt;br /&gt;At least 3 people in the current group don't ought to be in the Final 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115340418658932247?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115340418658932247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115340418658932247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115340418658932247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115340418658932247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-i-was-looking-through-last-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115339104444864269</id><published>2006-07-20T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:38.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ho hum. July is so busy! Next week is full of activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday: fringe activities&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Founder's Day parade, Cheryl's class party, sleepover(?)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: ECP, E-learning&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: E-learning, Australian Math Competition, bowling with Jinnie and Soo(?)&lt;br /&gt;Friday: E-learning, ice-skating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is also the opening on Saturday. 4-7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to write many letters for many people. I wrote Meiyan's one yesterday, but I didn't give it to her today because it's blah and I want to re-write it. Tonight I'll do Meiyan's and Eunice's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Charis told me that Ariel's having a party with all her old friends from MG and asked if I was free on Friday, Saturday or Sunday. I said Friday and Saturday, but later I realised that Saturday I have to go to the opening. But I'm not sure if she was talking about this week or next week. And Charis gave me hers and Ariel's numbers. I haven't smsed Ariel to ask the details, but I'm not sure if I want to go. Because it might be a bit awkward and all; we haven't seen each other in about 4 years. And I'm not good with awkward situations. But I might just go in the end. I'm so indecisive :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I need to do during weekend:&lt;br /&gt;- E-learning stuff that have been made available already&lt;br /&gt;- TKAM notes&lt;br /&gt;- Physics and Math revision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Swan is so funny! So is SNL, the MKA ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tromp came too early! We were all caught unaware, and we rushed to clean up our mess(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115339104444864269?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115339104444864269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115339104444864269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115339104444864269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115339104444864269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/ho-hum.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115314419242671981</id><published>2006-07-17T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:37.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160067.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160067.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7160090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7160090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the oh-so-pro pics and oh-so-unglam pics xD&lt;br /&gt;Featuring the model, Eunice, the manager, Meiyan, and the photographer, Jo! &lt;3 href="http://www.lmeiyan.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;MEIYAN'S BLOG&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.everlastinglove--.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;EUNICE'S BLOG&lt;/a&gt; for all the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked yesterday. It was a pretty memory. And I'd like to go to Plee's church again. Together with the "Pearly's friends" group. It's fun spending time with Meiyan and Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. We had sort of chapel in the morning, but I could barely keep my eyes open, because I woke up at 7.20 yesteday and slept at 12+. After that school was okay I guess. I'm getting worse at tingxie ]: After school Ah Gong (Charmaine) and Zanna (Joanna) came to the club with me. I am Za! We ate at Manzhu, gosh it was so embarrassing. Watch this conversation between the waitress and Charmaine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: -waits a long time for Ah Gong and Zanna to take their orders- Would you like the grilled ham and cheese sandwich...&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine: I HAD SANDWICH FOR RECESS LAH!&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got fish and chips. And since the place is so empty during weekdays, one little sound you make can travel far. I burped loudly twice. SO EMBARRASSING, THE WAITERS/WAITRESSES ARE SURE TO RECOGNIZE ME ): We went for bowling after that, it was fun. THE CURSE OF THE BLACK PEARL/BEAN/WAFER! *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7170100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7170100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEC 4 FAREWELL PARTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/12-07-06_1639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/12-07-06_1639.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Umbrella/Fritish &amp; Pot! Eh, sounds so druggish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/DSC00063.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1i'05 bowlers(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7120067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7120067.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BOWLING CLUB 06!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115314419242671981?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115314419242671981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115314419242671981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115314419242671981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115314419242671981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-oh-so-pro-pics-and-oh-so-unglam.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115290213394923768</id><published>2006-07-15T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:37.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish it was raining. I'm feeling really sleepy now, I stayed up a bit to organize my songs on iTunes. I can be such a perfectionist sometimes :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Friday) school was uhhh okay. During recess we brought down the rocks outside our class via a black garbage bag and a trolley. We put in too many rocks so the bag was bursting while we pushed it to the lift like 300m away. It was hilarious at times. There was Amanda, Deanna, Charmaine, Andrea and me I think. When we got downstairs we even wheeled the trolley past Mrs Yap but she didn't question us, how queer. We looked like a bunch of idiots pushing the trolley all around school, everyone was staring at us. But thankfully we got most of the rocks transferred to the place where the construction workers were packing the rocks, and later on during Values Ed Charmaine and Amanda brought the rest down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GUESS WHAT. During recess I also saw Ariel. It's been so long since I've seen her, but surprisingly she still looks the same. She left for Thailand in P4? And I think she came back for the dedication service with her mum today. She recognized me when I asked her if she knew me, but we didn't say anything else to each other because at that time I was busy pushing the trolley to the lift. Seeing her brings back so many memories from carpool P1-P4. There was Lizzie, Rachel, Charis, Ariel and me. And sometimes there would be Rachel Lim and Primrose too. Lizzie and Rachel are in Australia now I think. I know Charis and Primrose are still in MG but I'm not sure about Rachel Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Values Ed we did this personality test. They were kinda hard to answer, because I sometimes possessed more than one of the qualities stated, but could only select one. But still the results showed that I'm an ASSESSOR - and the evaluation was quite accurate. Though 50% of the time I hardly knew what they were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed back for CIP again. It was more fun than yesterday, I don't know why. I think Mrs Tan the librarian is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we went to Tampines and ate XIAOLONGBAO at Din Tai Fung. They have the nicest foods there. But they're really filling. After dinner we went to the VCD shop and bought two Korean VCDS, My Girl &amp; I and A Season for Love. I watched My Girl &amp;amp; I already. It's sweet, but a bit slow moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnightttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't like what I blog about and how I blog now. (I don't think I ever did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7100064.jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7100064.jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115290213394923768?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115290213394923768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115290213394923768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115290213394923768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115290213394923768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wish-it-was-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115279930663311855</id><published>2006-07-13T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:36.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodbye Norman ): You will be greatly missed in the competition, although you weren't the best singer. Mathilda's safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booo Emilee and Jay. Okay maybe Jay's wildcard performance was okay but last night's was really bad. Boo you guys. You made Norman go out )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I have strong urges to call certain people a bitch. It's not just one person. And I don't like name-calling. (Though I occasionally call someone many derogatory names in secret.) I'm getting more irritable. &lt;i&gt;But people around are just getting meaner. They don't spare a thought for anyone.&lt;/i&gt; And I'm even more observant and sensitive. &lt;strike&gt;Because I'm sure there's this someone in class whom I'm beginning to hate. Maybe sometimes _ is really (and I mean &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;) irritating, _ is so 12345, _ doesn't really act like a friend, and there are many bimbos all around. But this particular person has the kind of attitude&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh never mind. There's a possibility (&lt;i&gt;possibility&lt;/i&gt;) that this person could come across my blog. Not that I'm afraid to hide anything, but because I don't want to create awkwardness between us in school. There is already some sort of awkwardness between us, but I don't want to make it the cold &amp; hostile kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the third line of my zhouji. My mind cannot think. I'll try to finish by 10.30, and then I'll do sit-ups &amp; stuff, then I'll sleep. Promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ting if you're reading this sorry I haven't posted Sec 4 Farewell Party pictures yet, my phone's not beside me now. Soon okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115279930663311855?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115279930663311855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115279930663311855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115279930663311855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115279930663311855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/goodbye-norman-you-will-be-greatly.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115253033349193825</id><published>2006-07-10T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:36.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm.. what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had the first two periods free. And then there was Geog, Math, recess, Chinese, art. Not an unusual day :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess today's probably an improvement from the past few days last week, because of certain reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Art of Seduction from Demand TV, because it was free and I was bored. Go watch it if you have Starhub Cable TV! Jinnie told me the show would be really funny, but I didn't really like it that much. Though it was sweet of the guy to go out in the rain multiple times to get stuff for the girl. And he got sick. I still prefer Daisy. Daisies = hidden love, according to the movie. How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is boring looking without many pictures. Agreed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever, I shall make a short statement about the World Cup. Yay for Italy, I guess it's a bit unexpected? I'm sure many people predicted for Brazil or Germany. Or maybe I'm wrong, whatever. I never watched a single match; soccer is not my thing. I'm terribly afraid of the football too. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to have a liking for the window in my parents' room. It faces the road &amp; trees &amp; playground outside, and whenever I tiptoe or stand on my parents' bed to look out of the window, I love to inhale the air from outside. I love it both during the day and night. I love the way only the playground is illuminated by the street lights at night, and the cars parked outside the houses are dimly lit; it's a pretty sight. There's also another reason why I like looking out this window, but I shan't say it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115253033349193825?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115253033349193825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115253033349193825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115253033349193825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115253033349193825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115233647281655225</id><published>2006-07-08T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We ended at 12 yesterday, and didn't end so well as I felt like stabbing someone and digging out her eyeballs. I want to scream at this particular person, but I won't know what to say to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later on when my parents picked me up it wasn't so bad; we went to this Japanese restaurant along Watten and the place was so pretty. The food was okay. And my parents sort of made me feel better, although they didn't know that I was upset or anything. We came home after that, and I slept until 4.30. Later at night I went to buy Daisy. The show is really nice, especially since Jeon Ji-hyun's starring in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I had unusual dreams again.. but they were kind of nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Korean films. (The sad, romance type.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115233647281655225?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115233647281655225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115233647281655225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115233647281655225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115233647281655225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-ended-at-12-yesterday-and-didnt-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115219667337691058</id><published>2006-07-06T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:35.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nobody has tagged in a looooong time. likeicareanyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a fairly sensitive mood, but it's not extreme at the moment. But if provoked, I &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; turn violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Math and Life Sciences test today, both were okay. After school went to my aunt's house and I slept the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to realise that I dislike a lot of people, and it's not good, because I'm supposed to love. Love one another. You know. It gets tiring after a while, you just feel like slapping these people and say, "shut up." or tell them to stop doing so&amp;so but it'll just be rude, and the person will be really hurt. I don't like hurting people, which is why I sometimes get really quiet to refrain from saying something hurtful. But sometimes (or maybe most of the times) I can't help it but say something really hurtful, and I even laugh about it; moments later I realise it and feel the guilt but I'm too ashamed to apologize. I wish I could control myself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also sometimes people draw away from me. I don't know if I'm just being over-sensitive, because that's the way I've always been, but when this happens I go from high to low.. moments later I reach high again, only to be plummeted down not long after. Sometimes it sucks, being over-sensitive and all, because I get very paranoid about what people think of me. It's not supposed to matter, I shouldn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to have more faith in Him. I'm just being too insecure &amp; self-centred &amp; stupid &amp; ungrateful all over again. WHY CAN'T I JUST SURRENDER TO HIM? GAH IT'S SO HARD ):&lt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115219667337691058?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115219667337691058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115219667337691058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115219667337691058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115219667337691058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/nobody-has-tagged-in-looooong-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115191322724812423</id><published>2006-07-03T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:12.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the midst of doing my History notes, but I haven't gotten far. It's quite a short chapter, so I should be able to finish soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I noticed that I own many &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lime green&lt;/span&gt; objects.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lime green&lt;/span&gt; is my favourite colour at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 lime green headband&lt;br /&gt;- 1 lime green hairband&lt;br /&gt;- 2 green rubberbands (1 is not lime green, but still)&lt;br /&gt;- 1 lime green scrunchie&lt;br /&gt;- 1 pair of lime green socks&lt;br /&gt;- 1 lime green purse&lt;br /&gt;- 1 lime green stuffed toy hippo&lt;br /&gt;- 1 lime green mini beanbag turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two are't really part of the list but they're still green.&lt;br /&gt;I heart lime green.&lt;br /&gt;(Last year my favourite colour was black.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to get more green stuff. And take picture of green things, such as those signboards on the streets, pears, green grapes, green apples, durains (ewww.), and so on. I'm obsessed :D It's a pity they don't have &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lime green Motorola V3x&lt;/span&gt;'es. But I have a green handphone chain for my phone :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my thumbdrive. I miss my diskette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I just realised that my mirror frame is also &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115191322724812423?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115191322724812423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115191322724812423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115191322724812423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115191322724812423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-in-midst-of-doing-my-history-notes.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115182210510561409</id><published>2006-07-02T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:12.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EUNICE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010161.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010163.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010165.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010170.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P7010178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P7010178.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we played cheering games with Jurong Sec while waiting for our buses. Duh, we won. Their cheers were too soft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115182210510561409?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115182210510561409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115182210510561409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115182210510561409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115182210510561409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-eunice-syf-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115158766209834415</id><published>2006-06-29T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:12.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 4 people I predicted got in. That's a good thing. Mathilda, Gayle, Norman &amp; Jay. I'm SO good at predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the down side, my life is about to be over. It sure seems like it. I wish I was in a deep, dark pit &amp; someone would throw a huge rock over me and crush me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly cheer up unless everything's back to what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen? And it's not the first time. It's the second freaking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to my PW group. I feel so irresponsible. And I can't make up excuses, I know I should have done it earlier, like yesterday, or the day before, or the day before that... WHEN EVERYTHING WAS IN WORKING ORDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, pleeeeeeeeeaaaassssssssseeeee help me. I want to cry and scream so bad, but there's just nowhere to go. I don't want to give up, but my willpower to stay strong is just slipping away. I'm not strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me anything. Because I don't want to talk about it. Just.. don't say anything about it, and I won't pretend everything's fine. I'll try not to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115158766209834415?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115158766209834415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115158766209834415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115158766209834415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115158766209834415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/4-people-i-predicted-got-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115141270273896405</id><published>2006-06-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:11.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today during grammar (aka mother's mother or father's mother) we were supposed to write down song titles that were sentences. And I have a list. It's so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sing of Your love forever&lt;br /&gt;We wish you a merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;We believe&lt;br /&gt;The world is black&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's home&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends&lt;br /&gt;We're all in this together&lt;br /&gt;Stick to the status quo&lt;br /&gt;Drop it like it's hot&lt;br /&gt;She will be loved&lt;br /&gt;She's no you&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it started&lt;br /&gt;Don't phunk with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Check on it&lt;br /&gt;You drive me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I did it again&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Don't go breakin' my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my list to be longer. Help me please. It's fun thinking of sentence song titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more chapters until end of Chinese book. Achievement. I spent quite a while reading it just now. Mostly it's hard to understand, but I get the brief outline of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English today was kinda fun too. Our dracula plot is funny, I just hope we can get a script out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling finally starts tomorrow. It's been a loooooooong time. I get to talk to Umbrella again! And Tingtong, Step, Noey and Candice, the smart asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will continue reading my story book tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115141270273896405?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115141270273896405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115141270273896405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115141270273896405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115141270273896405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-during-grammar-aka-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115132883702975769</id><published>2006-06-26T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:11.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't know what to write. Um, school's started I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh. I have to study history &amp; life sciences &amp;amp; geography. And math. 123456!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes 123's head looks like a strawberry from behind, because of the way she pins up her hair! It's comforting to make fun of her &amp; her gang behind her back because they're all superficial 123456s! I'm not talking about you, you or you. Because she won't read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now until Wednesday, I will have to catch up with&lt;br /&gt;- the angel chinese book&lt;br /&gt;- history&lt;br /&gt;- pw script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's 9.30 and I haven't done anything. Go and die lar jo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the way how 345 chooses to talk to me as &amp; when she wants. It's so 789! But when she talks to me it's fun. When she doesn't it's not fun I feel like hitting her head 100 times. Booblah. And sometimes 678 is also like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye i will read chinese book now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115132883702975769?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115132883702975769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115132883702975769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115132883702975769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115132883702975769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-really-dont-know-what-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115117235482824140</id><published>2006-06-25T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's about time I updated. Oh golly me, I don't even remember not blogging! The last time I did was Tuesday. That was long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's down to the last day, and I'm absolutely dreading school. But believeitornot: I still have work. Whoa! Big surprise there, didn't see it coming. Won't tell you how much work I have, but it's a shameful lot. I gave up studying history a few minutes ago, because we haven't learnt the Maria Hertogh riots part yet so there shouldn't be a test. Hmm Charmaine you were wrong.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I don't know what to update about.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blablablah now. But I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, God loves you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115117235482824140?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115117235482824140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115117235482824140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115117235482824140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115117235482824140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-about-time-i-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115080054764580340</id><published>2006-06-20T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:10.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY ONGKO &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I forgot to sms you. It totally slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out with Salmon and Salamander. It was quite fun. In the morning I had no time to take breakfast and had to rush because Salamander told me to meet her earlier. As a result, I nearly fainted in the train because I'm ill and not in a very stable condition. Ha. But I didn't faint. When I met Salamander first I was in desperate need to blow my nose, and neither one of us had tissue paper. So we went to Guardian and bought a 20 (or was it 10?)-pack tissue paper thingy for $1.95. I used about 3 packets of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we met Sherlynn and we were trying to guess which one was her crossing the road. It was amusing. We bought tickets to She's the Man, and Salmon only paid $3. Charmaine and I helped to pay $2 each for her. Boo. We took neos at the Heeren, I shall upload them later. And She's the Man was really funny. Amanda Bynes is SO skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we took a bus to the club. And we didn't do much except for eating 2 banana boats, some car racing and a game of bowling (in flip flops). Then Salmon went for training and my dad picked me and Charmaine went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going over to my aunt's house soon for dinner. BYe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115080054764580340?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115080054764580340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115080054764580340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115080054764580340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115080054764580340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-14th-birthday-ongko-3-im-sorry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115070736482540079</id><published>2006-06-19T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:10.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I managed to complete something today, although I only spent about an hour on it. I did a bit of PW, bah that subject annoys me. It's still a bit mixed up, but I think I can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cbox is finally visible from my computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bored now. Pictures, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/raintokx/ba7ca38c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from the club. The place is pretty at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/14-06-06_1341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/14-06-06_1341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some shop in JB. And I wonder why it's called Reject shop, because the clothes they sell are quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/14-06-06_1521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/14-06-06_1521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw this while we were walking back to the bus terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/09-06-06_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam's picture deleted, as requested. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/09-06-06_1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/09-06-06_1645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrea, in Sam's house. I wonder why her pictures always depict her in an odd expression?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks. I'm really, really bored now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115070736482540079?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115070736482540079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115070736482540079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115070736482540079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115070736482540079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-managed-to-complete-something-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115053023022759598</id><published>2006-06-17T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:09.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't get why everyone else can view my cbox but I can't. Booo. Anyway I managed to view my posts by going to the cbox website where they let you see who has posted. I think there's something wrong with my comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the song by jj that Salamander asked me to download? It's really sweeeet, though I don't really understand some of the words, but I understand what the song's about. But that's just the same with the other Chinese songs that I like. I don't get how everyone my age is listening to pop/emo whatever and I'm listening to... Chinese music? I don't know, but I know Sarah &amp; Kendra first got me hooked in the P5-P6 stage when I first started listening to F.I.R. Then I started having more variety, and I'm hooked on Chinese songs now. I think it's because there are fewer nice sad &amp; slow English songs compared to the slow &amp; sad Chinese songs in the industry. Somehow I like the slowness and all. And as I said earlier, I don't really get some of the lyrics, I just like how they sound, heehee. But it's queer that my Chinese sucks but my English doesn't, but I listen to Chinese music more. My sister, particularly, is puzzled. She can't stand that I listen to Chinese music all the time while she listens to R&amp;B, hip-hop, reggae and all those dance-y music. We're too different. She thinks I'm turning into some cheena person but I'm thinking she's just prejudiced and stereotypes Chinese people, even though she's one herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today, just felt like blogging. Yeah. I haven't gone out much with friends during the holidays, only 2 pw meetings and 1 meeting out with Charmaine and Andrea. Hopefully another one next week. I &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; want to go out with Audrey. And Woon, Ongko, Kara, Eunice, Mabel,.... ECP! But I guess it's not meant to be): There's only 1 week left and I have to cram homework &amp; revision. Who asked me to be so lazy? I dislike this bad habit of mine. I should follow people like Charmaine, who get their homework done by the first week, and is always paranoid about revision. Must be more conscentious(sp?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like how I type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway last night we had dinner at the nice xiaolongbao restaurant at Tampines. Then we went Challenger, and then we went to the club for a night stroll. It was around 9+ already, so it was pretty empty. The pools are so pretty at night, when some of the lights are switched off and the pool's illuminated so nicely. I took some pictures with my phone, they were lovely&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going club again later boo I'm getting tired of eating there except that 123456 is 123456. Gymming. I will try to run 3km again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115053023022759598?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115053023022759598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115053023022759598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115053023022759598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115053023022759598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-get-why-everyone-else-can-view.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115038534234564750</id><published>2006-06-15T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:09.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Salamander &amp; Andrea today. We met at Kobanyashi or however you spell that name, and Soo &amp; Auntie Gan was there too. We saw a Yuyang lookalike, or maybe it was Yuyang, with this sweet looking girl. Charmaine concluded that it wasn't Yuyang, and I half agreed because his eyebrows weren't as thick as Yuyang's. But plucking services ARE available, you know. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to watch She's The Man, but it was all sold out. We walked on and saw a certain person. In this teeny halter and underwear-length short skirt. Uh, okay. No comment here. Later we met Wilona and Dawn, and we left Soo and Pearly. We then took MRT to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over there we went to buy tickets and the lady at the counter was so funny. We were like, "Can we watch She's The Man?" and she was like, "Don't have, only have O-men." It took Andrea a while before she got it, and the lady was laughing. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around some more and bought the octopus ball thingy. Just that I got bacon &amp; cheese with no mayo with fish flakes, just the way I like it. We wanted to sit down, so Andrea said, "I wish I was rich, so that I can buy a chair and sit down." Hilarious. I wanted to film her saying that because my phone has no sound recorder, but she kept laughing so I couldn't film it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess today was an amusing at the same time disappointing day. We couldn't watch She's The Man and it makes it worse to see everyone saying that She's The Man was a great show. Hopefully we can catch it soon. I think we're meeting up again after Charmaine's dentist appointment next Tuesday, and we may be going to the club. Whoopeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's going to start soon and I can't believe I spent all these days a) fretting about my homework, or b) attempting/procrastinating to do my homework and somehow getting little done. I had planned the last 2 weeks to be relaxation! Oh darn. I better be more organized next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115038534234564750?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115038534234564750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115038534234564750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115038534234564750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115038534234564750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/went-out-with-salamander-andrea-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115029092755887274</id><published>2006-06-14T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:09.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Night time at the playground + listening to The Day You Said Goodnight is not a good match. It makes people like me super emo. Especially since that place holds some amount of significance for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB today. We took 170 and my parents kept asking the bus driver what to do when we get there, it was so embarrassing. I just plugged in my earphones and listened to my songs. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, I didn't really like the place, cos I was scared I would be grabbed by someone (there were a lot of scary looking people there) and it was freaky to cross the road because you can cross anywhere even when there's a car speeding towards you. I nearly got knocked down. Thrice. Then we went to this certain shopping centre, it was boring, and the place was empty, so we were puzzled. Then we walked to another shopping centre and BOOM, everyone was there. And the shops were much better too. I bought a ton of shirts and some boxer shorts. And BUBBLE YUM! Yeah. Then we came back. The Factory Outlet Store is sooooo nice there. The shirts &amp; flip flops are so pretty! My mum says we'll go back during Christmas to shop again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you're wondering if I did my notes or not last night, I DIDN'T! Goodness I'm getting to be a very predictable person. And I don't want to turn out like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my cbox still isn't up, so no one can tag. Well no one will miss it because I hardly reply to tags, so it's almost no point tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is She's The Man with Salamander &amp; Andrea. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115029092755887274?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115029092755887274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115029092755887274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115029092755887274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115029092755887274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/night-time-at-playground-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115020636555229310</id><published>2006-06-13T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:08.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm waiting for blogger to load and I'm an impatient person so I shall do this in notepad first.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going JB and I hope I can find some vintage shops selling good stuff, because I like vintage merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sort of an unusual day for me. Morning me and my mum went to the gym and then we came back for lunch. We watched at bit of tv but got bored so I went to sleep and I got up around 5.30. Then my dad drove us out along the pretty high highways where you can see all the industrial places, which was at the other side of the island, around Pasir Panjang. We drove past West Coast Park too, but it looked boring, so we drove away. Then we had dinner at this coffee shop that had no tv (I'm surprised because now it's the World Cup and not having a tv at the coffee shop is odd.). But the food was nice; we had prawn with bread crumbs all over it. And it was yummy but very oily and unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that my cbox isn't working at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, I haven't been doing work at all. I've been planning to do this, do that, but haven't got around to do much of it. I forgot who is in my Dracula play group. I only remember Hannah Lee, Hannah Phua and Joycelyn. Then I can't remember anyone else. And I've still got 1 more HeyMath assignment which I don't feel like doing, the Math practice paper, a teeny bit of Lit assignment (YES I HAVENT DONE THAT SHAME ON ME), ummmm I can't remember what else. I also have a lot of revision I need to do, my mum says if I wanna get into a Science class I better work hard. I'm probably gonna do notes later (REALLY!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I'm going JB tomorrow. Wait I mentioned that already! But I really want to find stuff that you can't find in Singapore that are really cheap. Pleaseohplease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes did I mention that I saw Yiting at Parkway yesterday? But I think she didn't see me. Oh wells. But it was cool, cos I haven't seen her since ballet years, and she's practically the only person I remember. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Error&lt;br /&gt;We apologize for the inconvenience, but we are unable to process your request at this time. Our engineers have been notified of this problem and will work to resolve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo you blogger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115020636555229310?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115020636555229310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115020636555229310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115020636555229310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115020636555229310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-waiting-for-blogger-to-load-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115013212816374772</id><published>2006-06-13T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:08.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this song that's playing right now. One Step Closer by S Club Juniors. They're like a young version of S Club 7 and I started hearing this song a few years back so it's quite old now. But the tune's so pop-ey and catchy I can't help but like it a bit. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One step closer to heaven, baby&lt;br /&gt;Means one step closer to you&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no more living without you, baby&lt;br /&gt;I' m counting each minute till I'm back to you&lt;br /&gt;One step closer to heaven, baby&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on, hold on to my lovin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today. I went out with my mum today. We walked around Arab Street, near Bugis, and bought some stuff. The stuff they sell there are rather nice and unusual, compared to all the things you find in shopping centres and stuff. I bought a bag for $15, but found the same one at Bugis later on selling for $12. Booo. Yeah at Bugis we didn't buy anything we just walked around even at Kinokuniya. Then my dad picked us up and we went to Parkway. Bought the book My Sister's Keeper and it seems nice. We sat at Venezia but I didn't eat much of the ice-cream/brownie and coke float because I don't wanna get fat so I let my parents take most of it. I don't know why I'm typing like that in long boring sentences but I guess it's just the mood I'm in. And I also don't know why I'm telling you about my day because it wasn't fantastic or anything. Oh and I came home and lazed around, I wanted to sleep but my mum didn't let me (she says I'm becoming tired all the time) so I played badminton with my dad. I haven't played for like 1234 months already but I can still play decently, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone can wait for High School Musical. Why must Disney promote the show so early and make everyone get excited and wait so long! It looks so fun. I never knew Ashley Tisdale could sing. And the guy from Halloweentown High too. I love the song We're All In This Together. It has a fun tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be sleeping earlier tonight because I'm going to wake up at 9 tomorrow (I think it's today already because it's 1am) to go to the gym and say byebye to those fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone name me things that are fun to do, random things, such as dancing around the room, taking countless pictures of yourself or cutting your nails. Okay I know cutting your nails isn't very fun but it helps to pass the time, and it's entertaining enough if you're a person (like me) who is easily pleased by cheap thrills. Dumdedum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to answer my request but it'd be fun. Yay. My head's a little light now, I don't know why, so don't take what I say too seriously. I suppose this is a fairly long post so I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what's causing this light-headedness of mine. It's the Minute Maid Lemonade that I've been drinking. Oh yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115013212816374772?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115013212816374772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115013212816374772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115013212816374772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115013212816374772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/theres-this-song-thats-playing-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-115003684976999403</id><published>2006-06-11T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:08.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate you. I &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; hate you. Stop slamming your freaking door and yelling about. It won't get you your way, because you're plain selfish, ungrateful, inconsiderate, self-centered... I could go on. I could. But I guess we're all destined to suffer in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all wait until one day when they no longer want to acknowledge you. They'd pretend like they never knew you, and you'd start feeling how we all feel now. And though I know it's wrong, I'd be kinda happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you out of my life. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-115003684976999403?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115003684976999403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=115003684976999403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115003684976999403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/115003684976999403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114995008939910528</id><published>2006-06-10T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:07.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I watched X-men 3. I didn't really want to watch, but I was so bored, so I watched it. Hehe. I don't really know the story from the past 2 shows, but it was pretty easy to understand. The show is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today I pierced my ear, yay finally. Oh yes did I tell you I got a new phone 2 days ago? It's the V3x, quite pretty. I wanted black, but it wasn't available so I got pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6030002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6030002a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6030004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6030004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6030056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6030056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6030095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6030095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6030102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6030102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6030111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6030111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6040021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6040021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6040056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6040056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6040081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6040081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6040100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6040100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6040117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6040117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6040128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6040128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P6050182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P6050182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to load others. But Club Med was more lively than Bintan Lagoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114995008939910528?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114995008939910528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114995008939910528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114995008939910528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114995008939910528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-night-i-watched-x-men-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114973787604790268</id><published>2006-06-08T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CUT MY HAIR. &amp; now I've got this really weird fringe, which I don't like. I pin it up or wear a hairband now. So troublesome! Bah now I have to wait for it to grow out before it looks nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm destined to go to the gym to work out those fats. I've been wanting to go since Tuesday but each time something comes up and I can't go ): Oh well we'll just let all those blubber pile up &amp; then I'll have to go for liposuction &amp; I'll be very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm planning to do:&lt;br /&gt;- Math practice paper&lt;br /&gt;- Art&lt;br /&gt;- all the Heymath assignments BAH I'VE GOTTA CATCH UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow after I get back from PW:&lt;br /&gt;- Lit; I'm almost done with it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;- Life sciences worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAY MY DAD JUST TOLD ME WE CAN FINALLY GO GYM. YIPPEEE. NO MORE FAT BLUES! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114973787604790268?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114973787604790268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114973787604790268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114973787604790268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114973787604790268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114956496185054887</id><published>2006-06-06T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:07.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm baaack. First day at Bintan Lagoon &amp; second + third day at Club Med. Wasn't really that fun, because my mum fell sick on the first day, and my sister went off on her own to tan, so it was basically me and my dad. We didn't do much, because I was quite grumpy at times, hehe. At Bintan Lagoon we went to the beach &amp; went kayaking, later spent a lot of the time in our hotel rooms watching TV. They've got Channel 5 there okay! And MTV, and some V channel that had many mandarin videos. Yeh. Second day was also pretty boring, we practically did NOTHING, but we had the night performance, which was the circus theme, and it was great. Had an after party, and since it was Christmas at Bintan (don't ask why, I don't know) they had Christmas songs playing everywhere &amp; decorations all around. The next day my sister and mum left for Singapore early in the morning because my sis had school in the afternoon while my dad and I remained behind. We went kayaking again, swimming, played some pool, and lazed around waiting for the bus to pick us up. Then we went to the ferry terminal, took the ferry, and came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I may not have realized it, Bintan Lagoon &amp; Club Med was a peaceful journey for me. I didn't really take part in many of the activities, but the beaches were empty and everything was so serene. It was amazing. I walked around there a lot and did a lot of reflecting. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to continue my work today again (blah.) and maybe plan going out with people. Back to my daily life here in Singapore :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will upload pictures soon okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114956496185054887?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114956496185054887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114956496185054887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114956496185054887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114956496185054887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-baaack.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114925453910302505</id><published>2006-06-02T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:07.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.. today PW group came over. Didn't really do much, watched Windstruck. And then Andrea and Eunice left. Sam and I walked around the estates with my dog for around and hour. Then her dad came and she left. It's nice talking to Sam(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We walked past &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; house several times, but nothing really interesting happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going off to Bintan. I want to sleep early tonight. I'm hoping I can finally begin to relax and spend more time with my family. Be back on Monday, late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night - I hope I can sleep well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114925453910302505?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114925453910302505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114925453910302505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114925453910302505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114925453910302505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114917886453763166</id><published>2006-06-02T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:06.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I need some help. Does anyone know the school whose uniform is white with a blue under-collar? PLEASE TELL ME OKAY. Don't ask why (; It's like the ACJC uniform, but just that it's a primary/secondary school. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME IF YOU KNOW OKAY! TAG. Even if you don't know me you can tell me and put your name under anonymous or something. Okay? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114917886453763166?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114917886453763166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114917886453763166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114917886453763166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114917886453763166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114908581448668234</id><published>2006-05-31T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:06.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't care. I have to finish my work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- PW powerpoint (almost done!)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;- Zhouji&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Math practice paper&lt;br /&gt;- Lit assignment (almost done!)&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese book review (almost done!)&lt;br /&gt;- Art self-portrait&lt;br /&gt;- read Chinese book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to wake up LATEST 11am and work non-stop. Don't disturb me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakakakaka :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114908581448668234?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114908581448668234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114908581448668234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114908581448668234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114908581448668234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114908135540015049</id><published>2006-05-31T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:06.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You're so distant now. I don't even know you anymore. Please stop drifting away. I miss the old you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss last year's BBQ at Ongko's. I told Ongko &amp; Xing that our BBQ shall be a yearly tradition, with the same people invited: Andrea, Ongko, Woon, Kara, Nicole, Audrey, Xing &amp; me. Heidi was invited last year too I think, but she couldn't come. Let's hope all 9 of us can make it this year. And if possible, we can include new people like Salamander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/DSCN0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/DSCN0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the ECP group: Kara, Eunice, Mabel &amp; me. I hope we can make it this year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went shopping with my mum. I saw many MG girls. And I bought a few tops and a pair of shorts. Yay. I hope Bintan will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Friday is confirmed. PW. 2 to 6pm. Andrea, Eunice, Sam. See you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114908135540015049?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114908135540015049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114908135540015049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114908135540015049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114908135540015049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/youre-so-distant-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114899569021348420</id><published>2006-05-30T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:06.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder who still reads this blog, 'cos it's getting more boring post after post. My entries now lack meaning. Thank you if you still read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was supposed to go out with (original group) Ongko, Woon, Nicole, Andrea &amp; Charmaine for She's The Man, and then Ongko, Woon, Nicole, Xing &amp;amp; Andrea for tennis. But in the end it was Ongko &amp; me watching Over The Hedge, and then Ongko, Xing &amp;amp; me played at Ongko's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over The Hedge is a c00l show. We didn't do much at PS; we just walked round and round the place, talking about stuff. I like talking to Amanda(: Then we took MRT &amp; bus back to Amanda's house, where we met Xing Yi. We changed and went to the gym for a while. And then we went to swim. Then we got chased off by the security guard for wearing our clothes into the pool, and he took down our names and Amanda's unit number. BOO YOU SECURITY GUARD. Then we changed back and watched Cheaper By The Dozen 2 back at Amanda's house. I didn't watch finish, 'cos I had to go. I came home after that and slept for a while. Gah I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, change of plans. We're still going Club Med, but for 1 day only. The other day we're going round Bintan or something. I hope I can even out my tan around my legs. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Bring Purpose-driven Life, Chinese pink book &amp; Zhouji to Club Med. I'm planning to do some reading &amp;amp; a teeny bit of work, if I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Ongko's reading this, please forget what I said about my dog &amp; all those crap I said today. I was blahblahing okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far little progress on my holiday homework. I lost my schedule, so I guess I'll have to make one up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114899569021348420?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114899569021348420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114899569021348420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114899569021348420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114899569021348420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wonder-who-still-reads-this-blog-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114887136922634477</id><published>2006-05-29T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:05.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Salamander, let's have a camp too, but it won't be as fun. I only started missing camp today. How odd. But I've already read about 5 other blogs with 'I miss camp' or somewhere along that line in them. And I know exactly how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I'm going to the library with my mum, and hopefully I can get some work done there. Tomorrow's tennis @ Ongko's. Wednesday is shopping for CLUB MED. YES WE ARE GOING CLUB MED BINTAN, but it's not confirmed yet, cos we're not sure if they're fully booked or not. If they're not, then we'll be going from Saturday to Monday, this week. Friday is PW meeting. And Thursday is...? Homework day. I guess. I'm planning to finish just about everything by the second week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to play Sims 2 now.. it's taking over my life. &amp; I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114887136922634477?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114887136922634477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114887136922634477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114887136922634477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114887136922634477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/salamander-lets-have-camp-too-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114863967829087107</id><published>2006-05-26T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:05.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from camp in Malaysia. I'm now have a little tan, especially on my face. Conditions at Kaizen were bad, the food was weird, but the spirit was good. I didn't really feel okay at the beginning and at the end of camp. It's the long road trips that get me down, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish our group was more enthu. But our trainer was okay though. Everyone was crying when they got back. I couldn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back I had nothing to do, so I did a little search for friendster profiles/blogs of our camp trainers. And yes, I found a few blogs and more profiles(: It's kinda interesting to know about the lives they live outside of camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye. I'm not feeling really good now. There are too many emotions &amp; thoughts attacking me at once, I don't know how to feel yet. But it's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hello, if Genelle happens to read this, I'm sorry but I think I won't continue in P&amp;N anymore,  I can't commit to making icons too frequently. I might not really post much anyway. SORRY.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114863967829087107?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114863967829087107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114863967829087107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114863967829087107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114863967829087107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114819276494682667</id><published>2006-05-21T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:05.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FEEL LIKE BLOGGING. okay, so if you're reading this please put up with my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i was bored again so i bought my sassy girl vcd. my sassy girl is okay, but windstruck is much nicer. but jun ji-hyun or however you spell her name is super pretty. i am jealous of her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started out okay when i woke up, i ate my chocolate bun from mr bean! Then lunch was blablabla - came upstairs, even more blablabla. Cue: think happy thoughts! HAPPY THOUGHTS! Like merry-go-rounds, dandelions, yoghurt ice-cream, cars rushing by at night. I'm in a delirious state of mind. &lt;strike&gt;Or maybe i'm in denial.&lt;/strike&gt; Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find my most recent sticker book! gasp! i can only find the crappy sticker book where i put my extras. must find! Okay things to bring for the trip tomorrow/things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sticker book (old &amp; new)&lt;br /&gt;2. banana muffins&lt;br /&gt;3. sec 1 camp shirt for salamander&lt;br /&gt;4. sign consent form&lt;br /&gt;5. math worksheet&lt;br /&gt;6. physics worksheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla i think that's all. Please someone give me my happy pill once again ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADRIANO IS PLAYING ON ITUNES NOW(: HAPPY HAPPINESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114819276494682667?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114819276494682667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114819276494682667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114819276494682667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114819276494682667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114810686034517046</id><published>2006-05-20T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:05.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait to watch tkam &amp; she's the man with salamander, and then go pierce ears with her. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry sherlynn i can't go bowling with you today. Did you know that you are salmon? I bet you didn't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvie krumpet is the best. i want the movie or whatever it is/video/blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the movie windstruck yesterday. cried buckets. watch it everyone. it's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camp group is not very interesting. The only person i can probably talk to is si hui, yes. Although i also know rachel &amp; sheena. I know si hui will feel honoured that i will talk to her most of the time, but she musn't piss me off with her miaos. warning, warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah i'm getting immune to sad songs. i feel more numb every time i listen to each depressing song. i wish they worked like they used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what she's angry at. or upset about. but i hate it that she keeps so quiet and slams stuff and then no one dares to talk, but we all don't even know what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to bring your sticker book on monday. And bake banana muffins for everyone. Then we can eat and exchange stickers in the bus, laugh and drop crumbs on our laps, and annoy the bus driver with our incessant chatter. we'll act like little kids again, because we miss being small and having our way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114810686034517046?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114810686034517046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114810686034517046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114810686034517046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114810686034517046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-wait-to-watch-tkam-shes-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114787784428220435</id><published>2006-05-17T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:04.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I passed Home Econs! Got A2. The whole class passed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tomorrow is Inter-House Bowling. YAYAYAYAYAY.&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't be bothered to finish up PW. I shall do the rest tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;4. I took too many happy pills.&lt;br /&gt;5. Yesterday after Macritchie run went to Jurong library with Jinnie, Pa-lee, Wilona, Joanna &amp; Andrea. I didn't really enjoy myself, but it was okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;6. SEVENTEEN IS FINALLY OUT. I'm making my mum buy me more shirts on Friday. I have too little shirts in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a yucky day. After school ate at Waffletown with my dad. I LOVE THE JUNIOR CHICKEN BURGER THERE. It's so yummy! Must eat there next time with friends. The downside: it's opposite ACS (B). Haha yes random irrelevant fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PAPAYA, SALMON AND SALAMANDER (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114787784428220435?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114787784428220435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114787784428220435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114787784428220435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114787784428220435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114770098722515395</id><published>2006-05-15T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:04.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for that depressing post ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's fine for the moment, at least when she's not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got the results for CA2 overall. Yays, I beat Andrea &amp;amp; Amanda Soo, which was my goal in CA1, when they beat me. Cheap thrill, heehee. During art Mr Ong showed us this short movie about this clay guy, Harvie Krumpet. It's nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="299" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/raintokx/da84f20d.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is HARVIE. He likes being in the nude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MABEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114770098722515395?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114770098722515395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114770098722515395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114770098722515395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114770098722515395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-sorry-for-that-depressing-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114733946492091755</id><published>2006-05-11T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:04.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please get out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore. In fact, I couldn't take it long ago, but just like before, I can't do anything about it either. Well then, keep up your good work and you'll have me dead from extreme misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread the times when you are home. I can't believe that I've wasted so many tears on you, yet I can still laugh genuinely in school. You know, it's like living in another world? These people can at least help me forget. But once I get home, if I'm unlucky, you're either home or you've taken something from me again. It bothered me that you still took my things though I told you not to. But now, it's not about these material things. It's not the point anymore. The fact that you're lying about taking them is getting way out of hand. And I can't even explain &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; much damage you've caused. Because it's beyond comprehensible. I'm hoping that you'd commit some major crime and then get put away for a long, long time. Because then I can live in peace for a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel worthless. Like I'm not even human at all. I once tried the 'be nice to you' tactic, but it didn't work. Nothing will work anymore. I wish either one of us died, so that I'd be spared of this misery. This sounds super emo but that's the only way I can let it out. Don't read it &amp; don't ask if you don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know this post won't change a thing. Like all my other rants about you, nothing changed. Nothing ever will. But I really need to do something. I can't let this go on. I just can't. I tried to tell someone about it, but I've realised that I can't count on anyone, because they will open their ears for things they want to hear, and just shut you out if they don't want to hear it. DON'T ASK IF I'M OKAY. I'M NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then. I shall shift the focus to happier stuff, just to try &amp;amp; cheer me up. Right from last night until this morning when I woke up, everything was quite shitty. I couldn't sleep, my mind was preoccupied with neverending thoughts. Then in the morning... I don't wanna talk about it. But it made me mad. As in mad: angry. School was all right, got back Science papers, they were fine. We had PE, played frisbees again, but it was more enjoyable than last week. Rest of the day went normal, I managed to stay awake without listing my favourite foods down during Lit, and LS was okay, I could concentrate. After school I stayed back to help people in their videos, but that wasn't my original intention, I was waiting for Andrea/Joanna to take bus with me, but I ended up helping classmates with their videos and Andrea left without me. Turned out to be a good thing, I guess, because later when Joanna finished her video we went out of school and I called my mum. My mum &amp; dad picked us up and dropped Joanna at the bus stop. So I didn't need to take bus &amp;amp; MRT. And that was the end of my nice, nice school day. Everything else was depressing afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to dwell on unhappy stuffs, but I can't just let it go, just like all the other times. I need a plan (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114733946492091755?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114733946492091755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114733946492091755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114733946492091755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114733946492091755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/please-get-out-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114727555281698643</id><published>2006-05-10T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:04.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are 2 recent events that are not very fascinating but worth talking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ethan Poh was born on 5 May!&lt;br /&gt;2. Our bowling coach appeared on the newspapers today! If you wanna know, it's on one of the pages in the Mind Your Body paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a boring day. In the morning I went to the gym with my mum, everyone was staring at me with that look that said, "Shouldn't you be in school?" Haha. During lunch I felt like shit, because of some weird reason. Maybe I'm getting mood swings, ha. I couldn't really eat my lunch, everything tasted so stale. But after lunch my mum and I walked to Parkway, and I felt much better. I bought a Sudoku book, I Not Stupid Too and a French curve for tomorrow's test. I solved 2 Sudoku puzzles already, don't play play! Haha. Later took bus home and we watched Meteor Garden. We just finished disc 13 out of 20, and we just started watching a few days ago, hehehe. I didn't really study for math, cos I can't find my graph paper. Bleah, I'll have to borrow from someone tomorrow I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114727555281698643?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114727555281698643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114727555281698643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114727555281698643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114727555281698643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/there-are-2-recent-events-that-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114675320471475012</id><published>2006-05-04T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:03.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy belated birthday to my daddy &amp; Auntie Gan! You guys rock :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams were sad, sad. After school that day I went out with Jinnie, Ongkooooo, Sherlynn, Grace Umbrella, Momo and Tiffany. It was cool, Umbrella bought a lot of the egg noodles from Kobayashi, haha she ate about half of my meal, but I ate her bacon from her Subway sandwich :D I tried looking for a present for my dad and Auntie Gan, but I couldn't find anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's PE wasn't nice. We had to play with frisbees, and I suck at it. After recess we had Life Science, it was cool. Mrs Lam is cooler than last year. Later after school my parents came to pick me up and Joanna &amp; Charmaine came with us to Kap. Andrea couldn't come, because she had LUNCH AT HOME. Booo. Charmaine is super friendly man, haha. She was waving to my dad all the time. Weirdo right. My mum treated us at Mcdonalds. And we saw Auntie Gan, she was at Kap borrowing handphones. Soon she joined us too, and stole some stuff off our meals. And then Xingting appeared, and then Ongkooo and Wooooon and then Audrey. Turns out that they were at Kap with Heidi too. Xingting joined us, ate with about 4 or 5 packets of chilli. She finished them all, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm supposed to find some case for SPCA, it's for English. Bah I don't know what to do. And I tried to do art just now but failed miserably. I think I will have to redo it. I hope I don't minus too many marks for late work):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114675320471475012?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114675320471475012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114675320471475012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114675320471475012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114675320471475012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-belated-birthday-to-my-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114632777294743411</id><published>2006-04-30T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:03.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night (or today) I slept at 4 plus am, because I that's when I finished typing Chem and Bio notes. I woke up at 1 today. ACCOMPLISHMENT(: And I think this is the most I've studied ever. I studied straight from last night to 4am this morning, and then after lunch I continued studying, then I went to the gym, came home &amp; watched TV, ate dinner, and came back to study again. I think I will stop studying now, because I'm turning cuckoo(!) - my parents were rather amused with my random screamings, burps and senseless blabbers since the past hour or so. I think I'm under stress, but I kind of like it, it makes me forget other stuff that I don't want to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Laguna Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel tired from all that studying - I like that feeling. (But I'm beginning to think that this is unhealthy. My mum thinks I should take a break.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114632777294743411?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114632777294743411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114632777294743411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114632777294743411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114632777294743411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/04/last-night-or-today-i-slept-at-4-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114622426933317876</id><published>2006-04-28T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:03.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had History test today, it was fine. VE was nice; Charmaine, Pearly, Hannah Lee and I were discussing the second coming of Jesus &amp; how an angel is beside each and every one of us. &lt;strike&gt;Pearly says He's going to come in Germany and that there will be bees on your hand (???) but I said the sun was gonna explode (because I heard something like that from my friend a few years ago).&lt;/strike&gt; And Pearly told us about the tsunami miracle, it was really cool, and the guy with the cancer. GOD WORKS MIRACLES IN SO MANY WAYS(: Remember, every one of us is a special miracle already. Charmaine and I predict that Jesus is going to come this Labour Day, because of some reason. I hope He comes soon, I wanna go to Heaven(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I met my mum &amp; we ate at the food court at City Hall. Then later we went to try and get a cab. And like all the cab drivers were so !@#$% cos they only stopped for angmohs but didn't stop for us. (Oh and I saw Candice and Jin Yee walking across the road! Cool right! I thought they were geeks and people like them were probably at home studying, but I guess not. I recognized Candice by her big bag, haha.) So in the end we took 14 home and it was super crowded and I ended up sitting beside this cool lao ah-peh whose dressing was oh biang but was playing games on a very modern-looking handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to send some Geog stuff to Sam at 5, but I got home around 5.30 and forgot all about it; I fell asleep on the couch and later at 6.30 my mum passed me my phone and she was calling me. SORRY SAM. My mum told me that you probably called home but she didn't answer and it went into fax mode. And my phone had two missed calls too. I'M SORRY! It totally slipped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will try to study as much as I can, especially Bio because I've barely started for Bio. And Home Econs too because there's 4 chapters to study and it's not easy. Chem I'm sorta almost prepared so I can focus more on it later in the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so my dad's back now, DINNER TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114622426933317876?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114622426933317876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114622426933317876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114622426933317876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114622426933317876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114592796139440982</id><published>2006-04-25T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:03.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO CHANGE TO ANOTHER HOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Last night I typed this really nice long post but I had to do it in Notepad because Blogger was loading soooooo slowly so in the end I had to sleep and didn't post the entry. Now we're having PW. We finished Assignment 5 early (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now I got caught by Mrs Tang for going into Blogger, but she didn't scold me, she just said, "are you blogging?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY GOTTA GO NOW SHE'S COMING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17947938-114592796139440982?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114592796139440982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114592796139440982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114592796139440982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114592796139440982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-to-change-to-another-host.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114507767118534536</id><published>2006-04-15T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:37:39.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This will be my last post before a hiatus, I don't know how long it'll be. I'm getting tired of blogging on blogger so I'll just take a short break. I might be posting more at my LJ now, but the entries are all friends-locked. Too bad for you if you don't have an LJ, hawhawhaw. But I accept anyone, even if you don't know me; yes, unless you type in the way that I don't like. The link is &lt;a href="http://autumnmelt.livejournal.com"&gt;autumnmelt.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt; anyway, if you wanna know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P4030015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: crosshair; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P4030015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY CAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Swim meet o6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P4130020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: crosshair; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P4130020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P4130022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: crosshair; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/320/P4130022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P4130024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: crosshair; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P4130058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P4130070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: crosshair; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P4130070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P4130071.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: crosshair; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/892/824/1600/P4130071.0.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/17947938-114507767118534536?l=yoursympathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114507767118534536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17947938&amp;postID=114507767118534536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114507767118534536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17947938/posts/default/114507767118534536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoursympathy.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-will-be-my-last-post-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Stargirl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bBN5vFcPfkY/TvtjHRHPmvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tMZUdO9TVk4/s220/tumblr_lu5skzUKJF1qck712o1_500.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17947938.post-114494486652911844</id><published>2006-04-13T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:47:02.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STUPID 12345! YITING SORRY I ACTUALLY DID THAT SURVEY THINGY. But then I accidentally clicked something so all my answers disappeared. So I'm lazy to do everything all over again. Sorry :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim meet today, was let off at 12+. The weather was bad; it drizzled early in the morning and was scorching later in the morning, then it drizzled again, slightly heavier. Was supposed to go bowling with Pearly &amp; Meiyan but PA-LEE didn't go for the meet. 12345! So anyways after the meet Woon, Nicole, Heidi, Amy, Grace, Xing, Giselle, their friend (sorry don't know how to spell her name), Kara and I went to the Toa Payoh place, I don't know what it's called. Then we met Tiffany &amp;amp; Tricia (my semi-arch enemy, or maybe not) for a while. They were walking rainbows. Oh wells so there were 12, 13? of us &amp; we couldn't decide where to eat. Later everyone bought bubble tea and then Tiffany &amp;amp; Tricia went to town (still looking like rainbows) while the rest of us packed into Long John Silvers. Nicole &amp; Xing went to McDonalds to eat while I ate off Heidi's meal in LJS. THANKS HEIDI for the fries &amp;amp; drink. Later we all went to Macs and ate seaweed shaker fries from Nicole &amp; I took two bites off her burger :D Amy &amp;amp; Grace &amp; their friend left later. We walked around for a while after that &amp;amp; Kara and I went to buy cheap earrings in that place with many small stalls. I bought a pair (but just now I realised that they're broken at the bottom, 12345!!!!) and Kara bought a necklace &amp; a pair of earrings. Then Heidi bought Famous Amos and I took 2 tiny cookies from her. We went to the food court while Woon &amp;amp; Giselle &amp; Kara ate. Then I can't remember what happened already. OH! We went Popular for a while and then we went to the MRT station. GOSH we made so much noise in the station. We were like, shhh, and 2 seconds later we would burst out laughing. Kara even said out loud to BEHAVE OURSELVES, and she said it in this grownup-ish voice, so we all started laughing even louder. So embarrassing man. Haha. &amp;amp; in the train it was even more fun! We were talking about the hugging &amp; touching couple near us, haha. KARA, YOU HAVE A LOT OF ARMPIT HAIR. WANNA GO FOR ELECTROLYSIS TO REMOVE THE HAIR PERMANENTLY? OR YOU CAN DONATE THE HAIR TO MY ARMPIT, MINE HAS NO HAIR, &amp;amp; I CAN SHARE THE HAIR WITH WOON, WE'LL DISTRIBUTE EVENLY :DD OR MAYBE WE CAN USE THE HAIR TO END ALL BALDING PROBLEMS OF THE WORLD BY USING YOUR ARMPIT HAIR TO COVER BALD SPOTS. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures tomorrow everyone! I'm at the wrong computer, so can't upload it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's GOOD FRIDAY, we shall all remember how Jesus was crucified &amp; how He rose from the dead. HE'S AMAZING((: PRAISE THE LORD FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] Oh wait GOOD FRIDAY IS TODAY! 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