<?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-8156052</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:42:40.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hullo.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>439</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-3676341010977895393</id><published>2007-12-19T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:19:54.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello blogspot. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-3676341010977895393?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3676341010977895393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=3676341010977895393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/3676341010977895393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/3676341010977895393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-blogspot.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-8384578984672302480</id><published>2007-02-04T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:33:13.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello dearest friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you at the other site/side (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youthebomb.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; {Click.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, Shaminah (relink me,thankyouverymuch.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-8384578984672302480?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8384578984672302480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=8384578984672302480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/8384578984672302480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/8384578984672302480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-ill-see-you-at-other-siteside.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-3993628079907835399</id><published>2007-02-03T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:10:25.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Coffee and Cigarettes.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm still unwell.&lt;br /&gt;blood donation this wednesday. i can't wait :)&lt;br /&gt;school's been fine, i guess. apart from the daily headaches &amp; rheumatism syndromes.&lt;br /&gt;trainings are slowly improving, i'm really happy.&lt;br /&gt;town with the team ytd was goodgood.&lt;br /&gt;MY COMPLEXION'S DAMNNNN BAD NOW, I HATE MY FACE (okay what am i talking about .. i always have hated my complexion anyway)&lt;br /&gt;I ATE ALOT THIS WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;mom says diana ross is michael jackson's really good friend.&lt;br /&gt;getting back my phone this friday. i'm not excited, really.&lt;br /&gt;priya, i hope you're okay. Mom'll be fine!&lt;br /&gt;nutty i want lj ;D&lt;br /&gt;oh, we HAVE t go SS (not spelling it out in full now) on monday! STOCK UP, STOCK UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;But I can't feel it right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headache's getting to me, i should get some sleep, but no.&lt;br /&gt;GOING TO DO WORK NOW.&lt;br /&gt;i want to talk to nut now, but she's having church :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like doing something to my hair. giving the lower half a lil' wave or something.&lt;br /&gt;okay wth, who am i kidding.&lt;br /&gt;meeting mom for dinner later, &amp; movie after that. TIME TO BOND WITH THE MOTHER (:&lt;br /&gt;running 10km tmrw, i don't care if i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matchbook Romance's Tiger Lily is a beautiful, beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT/&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA NUT JUST CALLED ME AT MY HOME PHONE AT 1245.&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING OUT OF HER MIND, BUT IT WAS AN ESSENTIAL PHONECALL. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ended up going for dinner at bukit timah with the extended family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drove past Liquid Kichen(!!) and i got reminded of you.&lt;br /&gt;at midnight, when I was on the phone with Bestie at the carporch, I saw this guy piggy back-ing (haahha ok whatever) his gf, and I got reminded of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-3993628079907835399?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3993628079907835399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=3993628079907835399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/3993628079907835399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/3993628079907835399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/02/coffee-and-cigarettes.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-6593913061906540787</id><published>2007-01-31T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:34:09.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;we had this lit field trip to Kranji War Cemetery after sch today.&lt;br /&gt;it was really good, i enjoyed it. &amp; it took time away from everything, leaving me to think about manymany things.&lt;br /&gt;death (so morbid), war, love and so many other random things.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, in a very different way.&lt;br /&gt;nut and i sat a distance apart, AWAY FROM THE REST OF THE LIT STUDENTS (HAHAH) and we sat in the middle of many tombstones, penning down our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i like it, should do something like that soon.&lt;br /&gt;trg was fab ytd, we'll make it fab-er tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel bad about skipping econs lecture today, since rabbit came out of it after an hour saying, "aiyah i didn't learn anything at all la."&lt;br /&gt;shit i've taken a great liking to the cafe's Hotdog Delights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ i like my othello tutor cos she's hot &amp;amp; she writes nice stuff in my notebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RcCashz8YdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZZSiVhG2ZvE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026187273926631890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RcCashz8YdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZZSiVhG2ZvE/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-6593913061906540787?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6593913061906540787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=6593913061906540787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6593913061906540787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6593913061906540787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-had-this-lit-field-trip-to-kallang.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RcCashz8YdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZZSiVhG2ZvE/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-4293895093864132341</id><published>2007-01-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:50:57.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I RAN 10KM TODAY! yay yay yay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 60 mins exactly. i went at a slower speed since it was my first time running such a long distance at one go.&lt;br /&gt;25 rounds around the school track can be so .. boring.&lt;br /&gt;(nvm, stan and i are gonna run somewhere FUN tgt soon!)&lt;br /&gt;thank God for the weather, it was purrrrfect.&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt : MENTAL STRENGTH &gt; PHYSICAL STRENGTH.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna do it again, when time &amp; energy allows me to. it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;amd the run wasn't like a OH-MY-GOD-I-WANNA-DIE-SO-BAD kind of tiring :)&lt;br /&gt;i felt pretty energetic after that, oh yay.&lt;br /&gt;thank you SO MUCH charm, priya, gina, and marlene. thank you for encouraging, girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched 'O' for lit tutorial tdy. modern othello. it was, horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;liteng's bday party tmrw (meeting nut and her monster before that for lunch &amp;amp; SHOPPING), netball carnival from 730-330 on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;my weekend's pretty much GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self-trg was productive yet tiring(cos my legs were aching and i had a bad stomachache).&lt;br /&gt;haz huiyu han marlene gina came!&lt;br /&gt;this is the &lt;strong&gt;FOURTH&lt;/strong&gt; time this week, that I'm trg, oh mygoodness.&lt;br /&gt;I ran/trained alot this week, my legs are going to .. die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unemployment to study for! Grrr lescture test on monday!&lt;br /&gt;a BIG green spider &lt;strong&gt;ATTACKED&lt;/strong&gt; me at the busstop today, DAMNIT LA. so embarrasing, you don't want to know what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;and mr Ariffin EXCLAIMED "YOU'RE THINNER THAN A BARBIE!!!", when i offered him chocolates (they weren't mine)&lt;br /&gt;that's what i get for telling him that taking more than one chocolate wasn't going to do him any bad. wahlao, i'm not offering him chocolates anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so hungry. i only had choclates &amp; some chips &amp;amp; a slice of guava for the whole day &amp; it's 1 am now already.&lt;br /&gt;that isn't even proper food! and when i was walking home, i puked it all out anyway ):&lt;br /&gt;MY MAID'S TRYING TO STARVE ME. I KNOW SHE IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RbotIxz8YcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SZRBtvwXX8M/s1600-h/DSC02369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024377963118617026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RbotIxz8YcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SZRBtvwXX8M/s400/DSC02369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS WHAT I DO IN SCHOOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is why I get bad grades, teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-4293895093864132341?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4293895093864132341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=4293895093864132341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/4293895093864132341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/4293895093864132341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-ran-10km-25-rounds-on-track-today.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RbotIxz8YcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SZRBtvwXX8M/s72-c/DSC02369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-1616326644803923013</id><published>2007-01-25T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:44:48.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>badminton for pe was gooooood ( i can't believe i'm saying this) !!&lt;br /&gt;oh, i can finally serve.&lt;br /&gt;cameron yaw's so annoying i tell you. I WANT TO PUNCH HIS FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ATE SO MUCH TODAY DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;CURRYPUFFS, SHARED SOME GORENG WITH NUT, MACS(which i puked it all out grr) and PIZZA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trg tdy = third trg of the week ,ten rounds track, &lt;strong&gt;TEAM TALK(!!)&lt;/strong&gt;, very short drill with everyone counting loudly, lots of pizza in the middle of the road to school.&lt;br /&gt;I love my teammates; EVERYONE SINGLE ONE OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;say hello to a new team (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to trgs now.&lt;br /&gt;self-trg tmrw = FOURTH trg of the week.&lt;br /&gt;i want to try running 10km in school tmrw (:&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I DO I HOPE I DO I HOPE I DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;useless timetable tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;reading plot summary for Othello now, byebye!&lt;br /&gt;ps/ congrats wanxian &amp;amp; xinling on your new netball team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-1616326644803923013?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1616326644803923013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=1616326644803923013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/1616326644803923013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/1616326644803923013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/badminton-for-pe-was-goood-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-3773187906600636556</id><published>2007-01-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:19:48.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much has happened, or so i feel.&lt;br /&gt;the saga's over :)&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happier person now, and i hope it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;my legs are hurting really badly.&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when you run everyday and you don't bother stretching after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nut and i met aud for lunch ytd!&lt;br /&gt;welcome party for J1 netballers went well tdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy bday germ (slim shady!) , captain idiot (minnie mouse) and cheeky carebear (HOTSTUFF!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may all your pandan wishes come true!&lt;br /&gt;trg tmrw (okay, third trg for the week). pizza with the team after trg (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;HAVE&lt;/u&gt; TO READ MY SHAKESPEAREAN TEXT DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;i've been procrastinating it, and i'm getting so pissed off at myself.&lt;br /&gt;othello othello othello. tragedy tragedy tragedy. black man, white girl.&lt;br /&gt;argh, badminton for pe tmrw. disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;i think i like sports which require running, chasing after some ball, or whatever .. better.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T LIKE SHUTTLECOCKS.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah whatever, goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granny's coming home tonight (!!)&lt;br /&gt;thank you God, for sending her home safely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start to feel the emptiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything I'm gonna miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, that I can't hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RbeB6hz8YZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VVq4GEJiCXI/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023626751863710098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RbeB6hz8YZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VVq4GEJiCXI/s400/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-3773187906600636556?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3773187906600636556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=3773187906600636556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/3773187906600636556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/3773187906600636556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-much-has-happened-or-so-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RbeB6hz8YZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VVq4GEJiCXI/s72-c/33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-1814193389399792060</id><published>2007-01-21T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:11:18.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past 24 hrs have been a fluctuation of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;lets see.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times I cried today.&lt;br /&gt;sidetrack : rezwan just called.&lt;br /&gt;(this is the last time i'll be mentioning him on my blog , don't worry)&lt;br /&gt;But thank you bestie, nut &amp;amp; shumz.&lt;br /&gt;gina dear, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS FOR NATANIA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU (MY LOVE/BABY) FOR MAKING ME SO HAPPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestie's my best (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-1814193389399792060?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1814193389399792060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=1814193389399792060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/1814193389399792060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/1814193389399792060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-know-how-many-times-i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-466421772182360659</id><published>2007-01-21T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T12:59:34.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM going to do my work tdy (:&lt;br /&gt;: Economics essay&lt;br /&gt;: Read up Unemployment notes&lt;br /&gt;: Geog essay&lt;br /&gt;: Compile Another Place annotations/themes ( I like Boey Kim Cheng's poems! Please don't judge me. )&lt;br /&gt;: Math Functions Weekend Assignment&lt;br /&gt;: Speed-read Othello (when I get the book from nut tmrw that is. I have four days to read it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going shopping after school tmrw, even if I end lessons at 5.&lt;br /&gt;Just getting a dress or something. HA!&lt;br /&gt;I've this crazy urge t gets sthg from F21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, rezwan's leaving in a few hours' time to the lovely melbourne for his university studies! have funfunfun(!!!) there :D&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll make this short &amp; yeah, heck even if it sounds cliche (:&lt;br /&gt;you've been so great, &amp;amp; i'll always remember &amp; cherish everything we did tgt/ you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you in december, when I'll be in Aussie for a short holiday!&lt;br /&gt;thank you, for always making me so happy. thank you for letting me have my way ALL THE TIME hee. thank you God, for when we argue, we make it up in 5 minutes. thank you for rezwan, for he made me a much happier person.&lt;br /&gt;we don't know what the future will hold for us, but whatever it is, you'll be my favvvv paki boy in the whole wide world &amp;amp; you make an absolutely awesome, sexy(hahah) &amp; WONDERFUL friend anyway!&lt;br /&gt;friends forever &amp;amp; ever &amp; ever okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, I cannot wait for after A's.&lt;br /&gt;just the thought of it excites me, but HEY the journey to the end scares/exhausts me too.&lt;br /&gt;Holidaying in bangkok &amp;amp; aussie till january.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'll start working at national heart centre when jan starts all the way till sch term starts.&lt;br /&gt;(that's gonna be alot of $$$ earned)&lt;br /&gt;oh yay, $$$$ = shopping &amp;amp; more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i'll buy manymanymany dresses(!!) &amp; tops &amp;amp; clothes &amp; handbags &amp;amp; cosmetic aid &amp; shoes &amp;amp; a sleek handphone &amp; a brandnew mp3 &amp;amp; a digicam &amp;amp; yeah that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;I won't splurge it on food at all, cos I won't be eating. (IN MY DESPERATE QUEST TO BECOME SKINNY)&lt;br /&gt;I'll sign up at AMORE'S / CALIFORNIA FITNESS. sign up for kickboxing / pilates (:&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPIE. well wishes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, i have to study hard for my As. (:&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO DO SOME WORK. TAAAA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-466421772182360659?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/466421772182360659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=466421772182360659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/466421772182360659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/466421772182360659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-going-to-do-my-work-tdy-economics.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-1618776590769238051</id><published>2007-01-20T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:22:59.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you supersuper OH-MY-GOD-YOU'RE-INSAELY-GORGEOUS siti for the email!&lt;br /&gt;(i never knew that you read my blog)&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WAS NOT YOU. you never ever made me feel lousy. you never did. thank you so much. you didn't have to do anything, i knew you cared &amp; you understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RbIyXzca96I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5DNtU__hwSs/s1600-h/ebb0a913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022131918999320482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RbIyXzca96I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5DNtU__hwSs/s400/ebb0a913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, whoever reads this boring blog, I AM aware that this is my THIRD ENTRY for today. Ridiculous, i tell you, ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;STAN MY FAVOURITE SUPERMAN/SOCCER FREAK, THANK YOU FOR CHEERING ME UP ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO MY LOVES, I'M FINE :D i really really am.&lt;br /&gt;nut's phonecall, chatting with jaryl, talking to stan, siti's email. that's really all it took to make me feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;I need to settle down, &amp;amp; I am. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to call my darling best friend now, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;(oh my gosh, almost everyone's aking me "how are you?" or "are you fine/okay". thank you everyone! thank you thanks alot! )&lt;br /&gt;1 more thing to be happy about : I spoke to my fav pretty lil' headturner liyuan :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-1618776590769238051?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1618776590769238051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=1618776590769238051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/1618776590769238051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/1618776590769238051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you-supersuper-oh-my-god-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RbIyXzca96I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5DNtU__hwSs/s72-c/ebb0a913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-849372352069743423</id><published>2007-01-20T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T19:50:14.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry bestie, i never ever ever wanted you to feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;it was more, of a moment of solitude that i was in, when i typed that entry.&lt;br /&gt;an internal conflict, or so you can say.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how to put into words how I feel, when that solitariness surfaces.&lt;br /&gt;It's just an unexplainable "detachment from society" thing. (Oh my god, so Plath.)&lt;br /&gt;sorry love, i know you're always always always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;You're the angel God sent to me &amp; I'm gonna keep you for life. (:&lt;br /&gt;i love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put some thought into the Day of Judgement. A scary thought, I haven't been good.&lt;br /&gt;God's my source of existence &amp; Saviour.He keeps me functioning everyday. Without Him, I will be nothing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This email was sent to me a really long time ago :&lt;strong&gt;WHY MEN ARE HAPPIER PEOPLE (PFFFT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inserting my personal take on it : THEY DON'T MENSTRUATE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men Are Just Happier People.&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another petrol station toilet because this one is just too dirty. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress costs $1500. A Tux rental is only $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. You have one mood all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your underwear is $10 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original colour. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. You can play with toys all your life. Your belly usually hides your big hips. You need only one wallet and one pair of shoes. You want only one colour for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look! You can "do" your nails with a penknife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes. You don't freak out when you go to a party and see another man wearing the same shirt, instead you become buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm what an interesting email. It's no wonder men belong to the happier, more content breed.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, not that I'm complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats a day out with the girlfriends. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-849372352069743423?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/849372352069743423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=849372352069743423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/849372352069743423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/849372352069743423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-bestie-i-didnt-mean-to-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-3454764192676478800</id><published>2007-01-20T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T10:51:17.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found the right word t describe how i felt ytd in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOUSY, PLAIN LOUSY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; joyce! oh my gosh, it's got nothing t go with you hun.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad you came back though. join us for trgs soon yea? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natania, sorry I can't meet you tdy.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, I don't want to go for some stupid bday party.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even in the mood for anything, except for meeting nut at town &amp;amp; having lunch with her (which was the ORIGINAL plan &amp; I even promised her).&lt;br /&gt;and i can't even do that.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about MFF &amp;amp; you know everything else ..&lt;br /&gt;i realise now how much she means to me.&lt;br /&gt;She's so rational about everything, &amp; patient with everything &amp;amp; she's ALWAYS there &amp; she ALWAYS makes sense, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;She's really really MFF (My Favourite Friend).&lt;br /&gt;I love you my Wen Zhou(??) Rani. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;STOP SULKING LA. (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021937820837279570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RbGB1zca91I/AAAAAAAAADw/0S-JfsJn4cU/s400/eb38a92e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;edito. i miss Bestie :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna study study study over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; in the end, it still comes back to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-3454764192676478800?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3454764192676478800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=3454764192676478800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/3454764192676478800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/3454764192676478800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-found-right-word-t-describe-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RbGB1zca91I/AAAAAAAAADw/0S-JfsJn4cU/s72-c/eb38a92e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-7699277025063706389</id><published>2007-01-19T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T21:42:02.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so .. okay nvm.&lt;br /&gt;let's just say, i felt sad/annoyed/disappointed/misunderstood/demoralised/inadequate/confused/helpless/lost &amp; a whole lot of other crap in just a short span of a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;i held my tears back, only cause I didn't want to come across as an .. emotionally fragile .. person.&lt;br /&gt;not in the canteen at least. i should have gone straight home after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day, I have &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;there's really no one I can run to. &amp;amp; that's just how it is.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, that's only how I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; it to be.&lt;br /&gt;you're better off not asking what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OHMYGOD WANXIAN I TOTALLY MADE YOUR DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; YOUR BROTHER'S SO COOLZXZXZXZ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rezwan!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for just now!&lt;br /&gt;the bestest thing ever okayyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;i love you for putting so much of time &amp;amp; effort &amp; thought into this, i really really really loved it (;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;sunday evening's coming. and you're going.&lt;br /&gt;going away for a really really long time.&lt;br /&gt;rezwan = my veryvery good friend hurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-7699277025063706389?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7699277025063706389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=7699277025063706389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/7699277025063706389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/7699277025063706389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-5404973697721809320</id><published>2007-01-18T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:54:26.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we drive tonight, and you are by my side.&lt;br /&gt;we're talking about our lives, like we've known each other forever.&lt;br /&gt;the time flies by, with the sound of your voice.&lt;br /&gt;its close to paradise, with the end surely near.&lt;br /&gt;and if i could only stop the car and hold onto you,&lt;br /&gt;and never let go,&lt;br /&gt;i'll never let go.&lt;br /&gt;as we round the corner to your house, you turned to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;"i'll be going through withdrawal of you for this one night we have spent."&lt;br /&gt;and, i want to speak these words but i guess i'll just bite my tongue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and accept "someday, somehow"as the words that we'll hang from.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to speak these words. cause i don't want to make things any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why does tonight, have to end?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why don't we hit restart,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and pause it at our favouite parts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'll skip the goodbyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had it my way,&lt;br /&gt;i'd turn the car around and run away,&lt;br /&gt;just you and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i seem to be able to relate to this so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;badminton for pe was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;marcus the basketballer is really nice!&lt;br /&gt;trg was good. running in the rain for a pretty long while &amp; court defence strategies :)&lt;br /&gt;we left at 830 &amp;amp; it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;i really love my teammates &lt;3 waiting for the bus with 4 others was funfunfun!&lt;br /&gt;sports exchange trip presentation on behalf of the team with pooja dearest, for the JC1 chort tmrw. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;stan, i'm so happy you're happy now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natania/ MFF, i see you've taken a great liking to &lt;strong&gt;What Hurts The Most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; huh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to think I wanted to put the same part of the lyrics up on my blog.. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-trg tmrw, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO PJ NETBALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; saspurie(my lit tutor, for the uninitatied) called me a &lt;strong&gt;kampung girl&lt;/strong&gt; tdy.&lt;br /&gt;Just cos I told him.. okay nvm.&lt;br /&gt;Lit tutorial was fun. we did Another Place.&lt;br /&gt;I like this collection alot &lt;3 yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-5404973697721809320?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5404973697721809320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=5404973697721809320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/5404973697721809320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/5404973697721809320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-drive-tonight-and-you-are-by-my-side.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-1449199647089390433</id><published>2007-01-17T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:09:40.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If things are meant to be, they're just meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Right, stan the superman? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i've been blogging on a daily basis, but anyway i was tired the whole of today.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MY SLEEP. byebye i've got so little time &amp; so much work t do.&lt;br /&gt;trg tmrw! we're gonna have a party with lots &amp;amp; lots of pizzas next week. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-1449199647089390433?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1449199647089390433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=1449199647089390433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/1449199647089390433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/1449199647089390433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-things-are-meant-to-be-theyre-just.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-7795688817189442423</id><published>2007-01-16T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:19:34.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never felt so touched before.&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling the faith &amp; trust they thrust upon me. It was all too real, too incredible.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't have to say it, it was just there.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting at the PE office with the rest of the Commitee Members was a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;I could write an essay on it, and I think I was sobbing/crying away half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i knew just what to say now.&lt;br /&gt;Never have I felt this grateful for my team/so loved by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you my dear Netball Team 06/07.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For always always always having so much faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; never ever doubting me &amp; my captainship.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PJ NETBALL TEAM SPELLS FOREVER. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the greatest girls alive.&lt;br /&gt;EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna disappoint the 16 of you.&lt;br /&gt;No I won't.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;jeannette &amp;amp; the rest made me feel so loved, I couldn't help but cry.&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a tiring day, all the crying's pretty much worn me out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the netball powerpoint for Friday, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No player could ever ask for a better team.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to training with the girls everyday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anddd BESTIE BABY I MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you. Thank you for tonight when I was all messed up. Thank you, for everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-7795688817189442423?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7795688817189442423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=7795688817189442423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/7795688817189442423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/7795688817189442423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-never-felt-so-touched-before.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-7738824875827149553</id><published>2007-01-16T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:49:31.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 1am, and so many things are running through my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;5 hours to school.&lt;br /&gt;training from 5-8 tmrw, &amp; i'm not looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-7738824875827149553?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7738824875827149553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=7738824875827149553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/7738824875827149553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/7738824875827149553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-1am-and-so-many-things-running.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-4725579889265036057</id><published>2007-01-14T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:31:39.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just wanna hide, cause it's you I miss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-4725579889265036057?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4725579889265036057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=4725579889265036057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/4725579889265036057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/4725579889265036057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-i-just-wanna-hide-cause-its_14.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-5408156862677354750</id><published>2007-01-13T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:38:27.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rezwan, your hair so thick.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems to fit, I can see you with me when I'm older.&lt;br /&gt;Though we both know it's entirely impossible teehee:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RahwHTca9sI/AAAAAAAAACU/iHdGARSmQQA/s1600-h/2012962123761l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019385055485294274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RahwHTca9sI/AAAAAAAAACU/iHdGARSmQQA/s400/2012962123761l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;geog test was a bloody waste of time tdy, i should have just skipped it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; everyone. i'm still phoneless :)&lt;br /&gt;oh! happy eighteenth, hotstuff audrey baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dear shumzzie whummzie,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say that, even if i don't spend all my time with you ..&lt;br /&gt;you're the only person i can always feel so so so close to.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but that's the way it just is.&lt;br /&gt;no reasons why, no explanations either.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, love.&lt;br /&gt;it's a horrible feeling not to have you around in class anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i'm tearing as i write this for you,&lt;br /&gt;but that's just how it is.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i want last year so badly again, even if it was the most messed up year of my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;shumz, you're so so so special. cheer up baby :)&lt;br /&gt;i love you shumzzie.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always a call away!&lt;br /&gt;(okay, not for now. since i'm phoneless ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS AWESOME FOURSOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if the teachers called us the &lt;u&gt;AWFUL FOURFUL.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that i'd make such great friends in jc, considering how people say that you never ever feel this sense of attachement to your jc peers. i disagree completely.&lt;br /&gt;we had such a blast when we were together!&lt;br /&gt;we did the stupidest silliest things tgt last year. unbelievable shit.&lt;br /&gt;i hold close to my heart, the 3 of you.&lt;br /&gt;i just want my AF t know, that i love you 3 SO much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna ATTEMPT t do my work later.&lt;br /&gt;P P P priyaaaa i'm gonna call you ltr! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-5408156862677354750?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5408156862677354750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=5408156862677354750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/5408156862677354750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/5408156862677354750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-say-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RahwHTca9sI/AAAAAAAAACU/iHdGARSmQQA/s72-c/2012962123761l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-178399526487308154</id><published>2007-01-02T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:17:07.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't need a man to make it happen. I love Bestie.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i kinda like deleted the earlier post, cos i sounded .. way too angsty.&lt;br /&gt;school tmrw. I LOATHE IT. I MIGHT WANT TO SKIP IT THOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;i'll see how i feel when i wake up at 630 tmrw ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phonecall with bestie love was so hilarious just now.&lt;br /&gt;i love you THE MOST-EST my dear, you're forever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could chant that for the whole of this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-178399526487308154?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/178399526487308154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=178399526487308154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/178399526487308154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/178399526487308154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-need-man-to-make-it-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-3863596684467929729</id><published>2006-12-31T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T14:53:35.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't need a ring around my finger to make me feel complete.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i wish my phone wasn't screwed.&lt;br /&gt;(sorry nut sathiya stacey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i forget, i miss you p p p p priya!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;bestie (iloveyou iloveyou iloveyou)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nut&lt;br /&gt;&amp; AF! (shumz jingz nut)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; charmmy whammy lublub.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; jaryl&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 4S's and The 1N gang (shob saki soef namira)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;aud&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; rotifamily&lt;br /&gt;&amp; gaytoots&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; mistersex&lt;br /&gt;&amp; 4g3&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeah, the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to stay in for new year's eve &amp; for tmrw as well (:&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy / fat t step out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;I ate ALOT today :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;can they take my ht/wt next next week?!&lt;br /&gt;(so i can starve myself when sch starts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to eat so much fast food (IE. MACS) next yr&lt;br /&gt;(it feels weird saying next yr cos it's like close to 5 hours away)&lt;br /&gt;i'm going t balance my academics, netball, fun &amp;amp; exercise. OH, &amp; FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoo with part of misters ex ytd. it was good, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the bunch (:&lt;br /&gt;i think i don't like animals.&lt;br /&gt;(i'm better off in the Cool Rest/KFC)&lt;br /&gt;no more zoo for another 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;though i like Inuka &amp;amp; Sheba the polar bears alot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06 was a blur.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i pretty much wasted the whole year, it feels nostalgic thinking abt it.&lt;br /&gt;i did alot of stupid things. the world didn't matter t me.&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of the time i was dreaming/ not giving a care abt anything/ having fun.&lt;br /&gt;but i learnt alot this year (outside classroom context, i mean).&lt;br /&gt;people on the whole, friends, family, jc, options, everything.&lt;br /&gt;i must learn t prioritise my options, think twice before i say something.&lt;br /&gt;( &amp;amp; not eat so much fast food )&lt;br /&gt;be a better friend, be a better daughter, be a better student, be a better team capt (:&lt;br /&gt;i must focus on what i really have t do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware of how ridiculously typical this entry sounds.&lt;br /&gt;a oh-2006-is-gone, i-screwed-up, 2007-will-be-a-better-year kinda year-end entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but with all that said,&lt;br /&gt;hello 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-3863596684467929729?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3863596684467929729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=3863596684467929729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/3863596684467929729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/3863596684467929729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-i-wish-my-phone-wasnt-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-654369144408994717</id><published>2006-12-29T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T22:51:06.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You're still the one I run to&lt;br /&gt;The one that I belong to&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;staying at home for three whole days = &lt;strong&gt;EATING&lt;/strong&gt; (like alot)&lt;br /&gt;ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;i bet i put on so much of weight :( :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RZUrNL0zh0I/AAAAAAAAACI/uDa2Z4aYe_k/s1600-h/P1011879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013961265659479874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RZUrNL0zh0I/AAAAAAAAACI/uDa2Z4aYe_k/s400/P1011879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-654369144408994717?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/654369144408994717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=654369144408994717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/654369144408994717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/654369144408994717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/youre-still-one-i-run-to-one-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RZUrNL0zh0I/AAAAAAAAACI/uDa2Z4aYe_k/s72-c/P1011879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-4376477372487856347</id><published>2006-12-28T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:02:06.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if not for my stupid moodswing last saturday, i would have got my Guess handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; maybe a Guess purse too.&lt;br /&gt;why am i so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( why do i sound so materialistic) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get footwear &amp; that VS hair straightener. &amp;amp; yeah, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( &amp; the Guess bags )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp;amp; me are fine again. YAY :)&lt;br /&gt;my brother can go &amp; die. that very very rude gangster.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if you read this &amp;amp; if you tag as anonymous &amp; write some .. rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; I can't make outgoing calls / reply to messages.&lt;br /&gt;I can only RECEIVE calls/ msgs.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda funny , I feel &amp; i sorta like it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Every Rose Has It's Thorn" - Poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We both lie silently still&lt;br /&gt;In the dead of the night&lt;br /&gt;Although we both lie close together&lt;br /&gt;We feel miles apart inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thank you Kannan, for the songs!&lt;br /&gt;( &amp;amp; for saving me from boredom!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym later, can't wait :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-4376477372487856347?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4376477372487856347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=4376477372487856347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/4376477372487856347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/4376477372487856347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-not-for-my-stupid-moodswing-last.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-7050703836125722435</id><published>2006-12-26T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:58:42.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly, OH MY GOD i'm so sorry bestie dear for oversleeping!&lt;br /&gt;hope you had a gd time at the library w/o me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MY GRANDMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;she isn't going to be around for a mth.&lt;br /&gt;she's the most gorgeous 57 year old ladyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be pretty like her (at least when i'm old, if not for now)&lt;br /&gt;hope she comes back safely.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i liked / loved her so much.&lt;br /&gt;her absence is SO overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;God, pls let her come back soon &amp; safely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today's been a horrid horrid day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back from the airport at 6am &amp;amp; i only had AN HOUR'S SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;(i would only have had 15mins of sleep, if not for my bad habit of oversleeping.&lt;br /&gt;ANDD I OVERSLEPT FOR AN HOUR TODAY!)&lt;br /&gt;stupid match at rgs got cancelled &amp; well, we all wasted our time at rg.&lt;br /&gt;i fell down &amp;amp; cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WAS SO COLD THE WHOLE DAY (adidas sweaters are lousy, i tell you)&lt;br /&gt;all that stress was for .. nothing %*&amp;$&amp;amp;amp;$(&amp;(%(*&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;gotta be at bloody kallang at 830 for a match tmrw, I HATE WAKING UP SO EARLY to do sthg i .. don't really like.&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, i've lost the passion for the sport. yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, the cycle just repeated itself again.&lt;br /&gt;just forget it alright, we're not meant to be good friends.&lt;br /&gt;time's proven it t us over &amp; over &amp;amp; over again. some things, we just can't control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh shaminah, just shut it okay.&lt;br /&gt;good day, to all of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ YES PRIYA MY 55 YEAR OLD FRIEND. DETOX ON IT'S WAYYYYY. WE GONNA BE SKINNY. LOL (hahaha suckerrr). AKON KONVICT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! charm's lil' party ytd was good company. thank you dear. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-7050703836125722435?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7050703836125722435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=7050703836125722435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/7050703836125722435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/7050703836125722435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/firstly-oh-my-god-im-so-sorry-bestie.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-6251354292750724924</id><published>2006-12-24T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:39:38.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;An empty facade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Careless, mildly reckless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Almost so cynical, Almost so delusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkay, so this week was&lt;br /&gt;vivo &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Night At The Museum&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; haz's sleepover at my place&lt;strong&gt; /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lunch with priya&amp;stacey &amp;amp; Night At The Museum(again) with them&lt;br /&gt;(stacey &amp; priya, DUMBDUMB WANT GUMGUM!) &lt;strong&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Priya's place, 7 eleven, the talks &amp;amp; walks&lt;br /&gt;(AND! TRISHA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, MY ALL-TIME FAVOURITE 2 YEAR OLD GIRL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;priya love, rmbr the promise we made to each other. forever :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at west coast with gorgeous sexy beautiful lovvvvely, Bestie love &amp; the funniest guy in the world, Kannan&lt;br /&gt;(lessons learnt : NEVER have chicken rice after the sun sets &amp;amp; now i know what &lt;strong&gt;teh chino&lt;/strong&gt; means)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thank you shobi, for the very very pretty bangles &amp;amp; MASALA TEA(!!!) &lt;strong&gt;/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;endless meet-ups with the friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to learn again, what appreciating means.&lt;br /&gt;the new year's coming, it only means A's for me.&lt;br /&gt;i must not lose myself on the way, but how can i, when i haven't even found myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a war of head versus heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RY361b0zhzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FiyXuvG65_U/s1600-h/AIYAH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011937756242478898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RY361b0zhzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FiyXuvG65_U/s320/AIYAH.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RY3xj70zhyI/AAAAAAAAABw/B5Boo3PDNAA/s1600-h/AIYAH.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm sorry for everything i couldn't/didn't do, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;i really am ;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sorry for, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, can I be so ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i feel like just staying home the week of xmas.&lt;br /&gt;fill up the empty pages of the notebook.&lt;br /&gt;pause for a lil' while &amp; think, pen it all down.&lt;br /&gt;look, &amp;amp; watch the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;or sit on a stone bench, along the busy streets, watch people pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;people. people who've found themselves, peeople who haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go to the mountains, sit in a coffee house, &amp; just, remind myself of how beautiful life is.&lt;br /&gt;how beautiful creation is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you go when you're blue/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know, this feeling's taken control of me and,&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;how can you, of all people, make me so happy in such an effortless , amazing fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;amp; i've taken sthg off my interests, we all need to move on at some point of our lives, yes? :) &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ugly, so inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;(not that the 2 are parallel t each other, in any way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughing with your pretty mouth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughing with your broken eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughing with your lover's tongue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a lullaby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello beautiful, hope you have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Merry xmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-6251354292750724924?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6251354292750724924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=6251354292750724924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6251354292750724924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6251354292750724924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/am-empty-facade-careless-reckless-one.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RY361b0zhzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FiyXuvG65_U/s72-c/AIYAH.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-1055459408344123183</id><published>2006-12-19T11:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:37:31.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY GOD &lt;strong&gt;BESTIE&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; KANNAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARE BACKKKKKKKKK :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and priya too! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-1055459408344123183?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1055459408344123183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=1055459408344123183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/1055459408344123183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/1055459408344123183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-my-god-bestie-kannan-are.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-1944638547198714250</id><published>2006-12-18T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T15:39:30.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i missed you so much ytd, R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Missing You" - Tyler Hilton :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime I think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always catch my breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still standing here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you're miles away&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wonder why you left me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's a storm that's raging through my frozen heart tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear your name in certain circles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it always makes me smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spent my time just thinking about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And its almost driving me wild&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its my heart thats breaking down this long distance line tonight&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just reached home, i walked along the canal in the heavy rain (i didn't give two hoots abt walking faster) , &amp; here i am, &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt; drenched cos i couldn't be bothered to dry myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i just need to find myself again, put things into place, set my thinking straight.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get over this phase quickly, it's affecting the people around me :(&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all the msgs, eveyone! (esp my sweet teammates, &lt;strong&gt;siti sijie germ marlene&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay i just realised i seriously sound like i just went through a &lt;strong&gt;breakup &lt;/strong&gt;or sthg. HAHAHA. for the uninitated, nahhhhhh it's not that. i'm not even in a relationship teehee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trg was good tdy! (though i was late by half an hour)&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad i cleared things up with twin tower, thank you for taking the initative cos i never knew how to bring it up. to think we both felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;we keep going through this whole tiresome cycle, i hope it doesn't repeat itself again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i miss shobah so much, i feel so empty / incomplete / lonely without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is disgusting, i'm blogging on a daily basis now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE FUN AT KL, CHARM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-1944638547198714250?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/1944638547198714250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=1944638547198714250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/1944638547198714250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/1944638547198714250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-missed-you-so-much-ytd-r.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-110687408048248222</id><published>2006-12-17T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T17:25:10.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SUCH A BIG FAN OF 7TH HEAVEN.&lt;br /&gt;(been watching it since pri sch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST LOOK AT THIS, the very FIRST sesason's opening credits.&lt;br /&gt;they were all so small &amp; .. cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6z4lDRSenVk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEEEHEEE. i feel so .. nostalgic. HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here's how the opening song goes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Heaven&lt;br /&gt;When I see their happy faces,&lt;br /&gt;Smilin' back at me&lt;br /&gt;7th heaven&lt;br /&gt;I know there's no greater feelin' than the love of family&lt;br /&gt;Where can you go&lt;br /&gt;When the world don't treat you right&lt;br /&gt;The answer is home&lt;br /&gt;That's the one place that you'll find,&lt;br /&gt;7th heaven.&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know if i quite agree with that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night run with mom later, i hope i'm not too lazy t run my 10km.&lt;br /&gt;anyw everyone, please visit &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/laced_loo/"&gt;THIS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'll give you a discount if they like you enough ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-110687408048248222?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/110687408048248222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=110687408048248222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/110687408048248222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/110687408048248222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-such-big-fan-of-7th-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-8148804371123583802</id><published>2006-12-17T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T17:25:49.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MISS BESTIE :( why's wednesday morning taking FOREVER to come.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; cos there's no kannan too, i'm deprived of funny youtube videos &amp;amp; L-A-M-E jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mango&lt;/span&gt; sales is crrrrrrrrrazzzzzzzzzy, i swear, so i gotta couple of tops.&lt;br /&gt;eh eh, i haven't gotten my skinny jeans damnit.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i've always preferred Forever21 &amp; Zara, anyhow. (:&lt;br /&gt;but Mango's got nice clutches &amp;amp; sweaters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND. OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was THIS close to getting that red Guess handbag. THIS CLOSE, OKAY. THIS CLOSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid stupid :(&lt;br /&gt;i felt so bad &amp; guilty since Mom's spent alot on me this holidays, &amp;amp; yea, &lt;strong&gt;EVEN IF I DID LOVE THAT BAG TO DEATH&lt;/strong&gt;, i told her "it's okay, i don't need it now".&lt;br /&gt;oh, howwww noble -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's starting in TWO WEEKS. the very thought of PEE JC just kills me.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp; i haven't touched the bks this whole holidays)&lt;br /&gt;just a random thought : I NEED TO GET LEGGINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised my brother's been logging into my Msn acct &amp;amp; he's been chatting with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;THAT ASSHOLE, &amp;($^$)(&amp;amp;)*^$%^@#^%, &lt;strong&gt;he'll pay for this&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked out the One Tree Hill collection dvds for all 3 seasons on Amazon, it's like a 120bucks.&lt;br /&gt;pffft i'd rather top up another 80 bucks &amp; get my Guess bag.&lt;br /&gt;(see, i'm talking abt that bag so often. yesyes, i'm still sulking over the Guess bag, i even dreamt of it -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i've decided that i'm gonna join as many &lt;strong&gt;marathons&lt;/strong&gt; i can next year :D&lt;br /&gt;yea yea, you could call that a New Year resolution, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;my entries are always so meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;yet another random thought : shopping can make me SO SO happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been a long time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I lay with you in bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversations, full of words you never said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a picture, write a letter to my love. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RYTxR70zhsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jRwx8hwq4To/s1600-h/bagsthatdwarfstarletshiltons-jjb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009393975962076866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RYTxR70zhsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jRwx8hwq4To/s320/bagsthatdwarfstarletshiltons-jjb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-8148804371123583802?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8148804371123583802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=8148804371123583802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/8148804371123583802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/8148804371123583802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/casino-royale-wasnt-great.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RYTxR70zhsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/jRwx8hwq4To/s72-c/bagsthatdwarfstarletshiltons-jjb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-6667066232808190006</id><published>2006-12-16T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:53:26.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>X discipline&lt;br /&gt;X sense of urgency&lt;br /&gt;X commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to the 4 people (siti, atiqah, shuting &amp; anqi) for waiting for one hour &amp;amp; having to go home after that.&lt;br /&gt;(&amp; i'm upset at myself for oversleeping too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh, i think my fbts are in a very very, VERY bad condition.&lt;br /&gt;vivo shopping, then movie later.&lt;br /&gt;(pls let me get my zara skinny jeans for my not-skinny legs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;remember us, &amp;amp; all we used to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, cos of the GARGANTUAN family gathering last night (it felt like it was house warming or sthg), they bought SO MUCH of chocolates, snacks, chips, &amp; basically .. everything unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm popping Ferrero Rochers into my mouth like they're popcorns.&lt;br /&gt;weight gain on it's way :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit//&lt;br /&gt;(sorry charm, i just felt like putting this up. you look so pretty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RYOQC70zhpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tA61_fiCfzI/s1600-h/P1011817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009005590659434130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RYOQC70zhpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tA61_fiCfzI/s320/P1011817.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/8156052-6667066232808190006?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6667066232808190006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=6667066232808190006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6667066232808190006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6667066232808190006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/there-is-no-discipline-in-team.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zb3EENNXo68/RYOQC70zhpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tA61_fiCfzI/s72-c/P1011817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-180823750014417516</id><published>2006-12-15T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:24:56.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my body's aching, LIKE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;just imagine trg on monday, match on tuesday, trg on wednesday, match ytd.&lt;br /&gt;but it's all paid off. we got &lt;strong&gt;second!&lt;/strong&gt; YIPPEE:D&lt;br /&gt;so i hope this will be an inspiration in the team t do well for zonals next year! like how we played ytd! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooja trained my high jumps (200 or so of them) after monday's trg, &amp; IT WORKED ON COURT.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so did her 20 sets or so of anywhere ball (which was a killer).&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone. (:&lt;br /&gt;i haven't had enough sleep, but i've set a target t run 10km TWICE for the remaining weeks i have.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; since i'm bloody unemployed, i can spend the rest of the holidays&lt;strong&gt; studying &amp;amp; trg&lt;/strong&gt;.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more dresses, &amp;amp; those uhh elastic belts(i don't know what it's called),and and and moreeee charm necklaces. AND I DON'T WANT SCHOOL TO START.&lt;br /&gt;bestie, come back quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-180823750014417516?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/180823750014417516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=180823750014417516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/180823750014417516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/180823750014417516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-bodys-aching-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-3668813153574704376</id><published>2006-12-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:07:33.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>starbucks, starbursts = natania &amp; p = tshirt&amp;amp;fbts gang heehee.&lt;br /&gt;lunch with p, nut &amp; charm!&lt;br /&gt;NUT I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;(even if you ask me a milllion &amp;amp; one embarrassing qns abt .. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trg was SO BORING. only 7 ppl came down :(&lt;br /&gt;i did so many sets of high jumps ( I DIDNT EVEN JUMP) &amp; so many sets of ANYWHERE BALL.&lt;br /&gt;plus lunges. my thighs are  SO gonna break :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charm pooja &amp; me had a great time tgt after trg.&lt;br /&gt;i love you both:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-3668813153574704376?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/3668813153574704376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=3668813153574704376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/3668813153574704376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/3668813153574704376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/starbucks-starbursts-natania-p-tshirt.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-8648905467719741456</id><published>2006-12-11T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:02:09.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away,&lt;br /&gt;But every now and then you come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you dearly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We will make another day."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so not working out :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ &amp; i'm missing bestie dearest so so much. kannan &amp;amp; her are probably having so much of fun with their bollywood flings. bring me back hot boys ha!&lt;br /&gt;pps/ I ADDED &lt;strong&gt;PREMILA HIRUBALAN&lt;/strong&gt; ON FDSTER! ohmygod. can you believe that!&lt;br /&gt;ppps/ being an official for 4nations was way cool. s'pore team's coolcool.&lt;br /&gt;pppps/ dusty lee's damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;ppppps/ i haven't spent my holidays at home AT ALL. i spend it everyday with charmaine tham HAH.&lt;br /&gt;pppppps/ meeting nut &amp;amp; priya tmrw! trg after that:D&lt;br /&gt;ppppppps/ shumz i miss you :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, i think i like netball again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-8648905467719741456?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/8648905467719741456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=8648905467719741456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/8648905467719741456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/8648905467719741456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-yesterdays-are-all-boxed-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-6885950393100153472</id><published>2006-12-06T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:33:32.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>farewell, rezwan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-6885950393100153472?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6885950393100153472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=6885950393100153472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6885950393100153472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6885950393100153472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/12/farewell-rezwan.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-5470379597731095730</id><published>2006-11-25T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:17:28.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5012/995/1600/911899/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5012/995/400/314031/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAZWANI. PLEASE DON'T &lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt; TELL ME THAT I'M SKINNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF I AM SKINNY, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU AHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG YOU'RE SOOOO DEPRESSING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DON'T EVER, EVER, EVERRRRRRR TELL ME I'M ANOREXIC &amp; THAT I'M SKINNY AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'LL HIT YOU WITH THE NETBALL POLE TEEHEEHEE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i look horribly fugly(okay what's new) with my messy hair, but since haz looks god, here goes:D&lt;br /&gt;this is just to let you, hazwani, know that you did great for the game just now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't blame yourself just cos the shots didn't go in at the last quarter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all have our bad days yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's really not your fault okay! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were our MVP for KL trip man! cheer up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my team i love my team i love my team i love EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU i love MARLENE(my new partner on court)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyw, finally went down to vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, it's cool i guess:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;almost met senthil there ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh topshop mango zara = $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm LOCKED out of home cos i never ever EVER carry my keys ard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( i don't believe in carrying keys ard)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here i am, listening to rezwan's super gorgeous granny, singing paki songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T UNDERSTAND A SINGLE WORD SHE'S SINGING -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hell, she's so cute(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps : i still want that nokia 7390!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-5470379597731095730?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5470379597731095730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=5470379597731095730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/5470379597731095730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/5470379597731095730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-look-horribly-ugly-here-okhkay-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-6474984635390171837</id><published>2006-11-24T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:06:22.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I WANT A NOKIA7390&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A NOKIA7390&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A NOKIA7390&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A NOKIA7390&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in powder pink, please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;i want it more than i want all the pretty clothes &amp; heels in the world&lt;br /&gt;it's the ONLY THING on my wishlist right now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, i AM aware of how ridiculously materialistic i sound at this point of time, considering the fact that others have LOVE PEACE HAPPINESS GOODGRADES &amp; all that other bull on thier wishlists.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, for NOW, all i want is THAT PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;( oh &amp;amp; island creamery's ReverseO)&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i like running ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;esp on a rainy day :)&lt;br /&gt;HELLO CHARMAINE THAM HOT LEGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO PRIYA SILWA(!!!!!) HOT INDIAN GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(we're so desperate, i think if they offered us a job as cleaners, we'd do it HAHA. &amp; let's just cheer ourselves up even if nut doesn't wanna pick up our calls hee. KISSES!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trg ytd was summed up by &lt;a href="http://catcher_angelz.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;jeannette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s entry HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sham and han's defence improved by many leaps and bounds. like a bunny hopping all over the place. sham is a future ballerina i swear. she and han's combi is only the best of defending i've ever seen only lah. tonight was good.all that bitching in the air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit// 10pm&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-6474984635390171837?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6474984635390171837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=6474984635390171837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6474984635390171837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6474984635390171837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-want-nokia7930-i-want-nokia7930-i.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-4731094800369267472</id><published>2006-11-22T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:00:49.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Seventeenth Nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i hope you liked the not-so-surprise party janice &amp; i planned for you:D&lt;br /&gt;you've been the greatest friend. really, the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;you make so happpppppppy all the time, i feel like i'm on drugs.&lt;br /&gt;your patience &amp;amp; your sense of humour (mostly satirical) &amp; your wholesome individuality, TRULY AMAZES ME.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, JUST WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so so so SO much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played our first Junior league match ytd &amp;amp; we won 48-8.&lt;br /&gt;not our best performance, i know we can do much much better.&lt;br /&gt;BUT GOOD WORK GIRLS. I LOVE &lt;strong&gt;EVERY SINGLE ONE&lt;/strong&gt; OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, gina's coming for trg tmrw! yay yay what joy:D&lt;br /&gt;charmaine tham, my hot chindian model, get well soon &amp; come back for trg!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran about 5km with yuhan &amp;amp; carebear tdy.&lt;br /&gt;i really like running INDOORS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GYM SOON! :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I WANNA BE &lt;strong&gt;SKINNY&lt;/strong&gt; (AND NO.i am NOT anorexic) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're better than any rainbow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're brighter than the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You look like my first day of summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my spring is on the run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gold and more gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're platinum too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With snow toned, copper attitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what I'd do without you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hokay, this sounds horrendously cheesy, but yea. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it just hit me, after last night's tiff, that i don't really want 14th dec to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-4731094800369267472?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/4731094800369267472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=4731094800369267472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/4731094800369267472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/4731094800369267472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-seventeenth-nut.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-7310976496979466755</id><published>2006-11-19T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T13:27:23.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I WANNA WATCH STEP UP AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rezwan! let's watch it for the third time at the movies! AHAHAH :D&lt;br /&gt;you're bloody going away anywayyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so addicted to the Step Up soundtrack. SO SO addicted :)&lt;br /&gt;cip's finally ended. it was great with aisyah &amp; christabel.&lt;br /&gt;i met so many people, greater insight to Singaporean generosity, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, from next week till the end of hols, it's gonna be just netball &amp;amp; the books :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...forever.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-7310976496979466755?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/7310976496979466755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=7310976496979466755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/7310976496979466755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/7310976496979466755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wanna-watch-step-up-again.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-6253128677939635473</id><published>2006-11-18T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:08:29.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how can that stranger's face be STUCK in my head,&lt;br /&gt;when i'm so bad with faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-6253128677939635473?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6253128677939635473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=6253128677939635473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6253128677939635473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6253128677939635473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-can-that-strangers-face-be-stuck-in.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-5253297610838651556</id><published>2006-11-17T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:10:53.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY, WAS BY FAR.&lt;br /&gt;THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay, actually it was the most painful horrifying awfully dramatic hysterical day, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stooopeeeed cramps got the better of me, &amp; I SWEAR, i thought i was gonna die (okay wth)&lt;br /&gt;i was perspiring like mad even though i felt like i was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;i was puking like a mad girl &amp;amp; considering the fact that i was puking on an empty stomach .. that just made it, worse.&lt;br /&gt;what was supposed to be a great lunch with bestie turned out to me cutting the taxi queue of about 10 people, just to get back at home.&lt;br /&gt;thank god for bestie (&amp;my grannnnny) :D&lt;br /&gt;she took such good care of me, i love you my dear :)&lt;br /&gt;my mom &amp;amp; me PLUS bestie &amp; her mom are gonna have a girl's day out soon! YAY YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metro cip later at century square! for FIVE whole hours :)&lt;br /&gt;an hour train ride later! (i always prefer long bus rides)&lt;br /&gt;it's only for today &amp;amp; tmrw though!&lt;br /&gt;byebye you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love the Step Up soundtrack by Samantha Jade :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit//&lt;br /&gt;the very fickle-minded rezwan's going overseas (again) to do his uni course there &amp; he's leaving at the end of dec!&lt;br /&gt;i won't have anymore of my favvv late night suppers anymore &amp;amp; no more countless tubs of Ben &amp; Jerry's &amp;amp; no more stupid pranks &amp;amp; no more .. everything.&lt;br /&gt;but that's okay, you take up hell alot of my time anyway! heh.&lt;br /&gt;byebye my fav paki boy in the whole wide world! i'll miss you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-5253297610838651556?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5253297610838651556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=5253297610838651556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/5253297610838651556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/5253297610838651556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-was-by-far.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-5950825779694300846</id><published>2006-11-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:09:22.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I AM A VERY AMBITIOUS GIRL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go for ALL my trgs this holiday, i wanna study damn hard (i got promoted, i'm lucky, i swear i am), i wanna work too (coffeeclub waitress! HAH), i wanna meet up with the friends i haven't met up with in ages, &amp;&lt;strong&gt; I WANNA BLOODY RUN FOR AT LEAST 30 MINS EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priya &amp;amp; i went to island creamery ytd YAY YAY ( &amp; i got lost, tks to my very bad sense of direction)&lt;br /&gt;i went out with rezwan tdy (how unfortunate)&lt;br /&gt;i'm meeting bestie tmrw after her damn coool chalet!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out everyday, i think i should just. die.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get more clothes, more everything.&lt;br /&gt;(NO I AM NOT MATERIALISTIC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I THINK I'M PUTTING ON WEIGHT FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M STARTING TO LOOK LIKE A BALL (okay i think i already look like one)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a bad daughter.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be helping my mom out with her math homework, but i'm typing this senseless entry out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i STILL wanna play hockey. i get so irritated when i see people carrying hockey stick ard, clutching on to it like it's gonna fly away the next second (yesyes, i'm a jealous bitch). SO! i hope to do abit of hockey this hols (but i alrdy wanna/have to do SO MANY things!). OR NOTTTTT. i'll just learn it after my As :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO I SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ABSOLUTELY LOATHE PJ.&lt;br /&gt;there's no thrill in going to sch anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS CRESCENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ why is everyone going to china. LIKE THE WHOLE WORLD OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; changyu, i'm praying for you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/sdfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/sdfd.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/8156052-5950825779694300846?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/5950825779694300846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=5950825779694300846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/5950825779694300846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/5950825779694300846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-very-ambitious-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-6303009520414874896</id><published>2006-11-12T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:15:21.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is going to be a very very long post (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to talk about&lt;br /&gt;1) My fabulous day with the crescent clique&lt;br /&gt;2) STEP UP :D&lt;br /&gt;3) Netball trgs&lt;br /&gt;4) Getting a job&lt;br /&gt;5) My stupid promotional status&lt;br /&gt;6) Mommy &amp; me&lt;br /&gt;7) My lil' cousin's bdayy&lt;br /&gt;8) My holiday schedule (okay who cares, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;9)Fasting!&lt;br /&gt;10)To-do-list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ultra fabulous day with sakina, soefie, namira, bestie, vithiya&amp;amp;yiyuan :D&lt;br /&gt;we had the time of our lives, it was so so so fun.&lt;br /&gt;i could really really be myself &amp; i know that whole bunch could still tolerate me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats going back to good old company (:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's the same. We're all the same people we used to know in crescent.&lt;br /&gt;We've planned to meet up bi-monthly :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll plan the next one okay! TO EAST COAST PARK :D&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few pics from the millions we took. (i'm not exaggerating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIRA. I TOOK THIS OFF YOUR BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/shhfh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/shhfh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/fshh.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/fshh.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/fgg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/fgg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/dfshh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/dfshh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/dfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/dfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Up was such a gorgeous movie. If you think,Channing Tatum's (Ooooooh) hot, Jenna Dewan (the female lead)'s even hotter :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch the movie again. &amp; i wanna watch The Guardian too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball trgs are becoming increasingly tiring.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have an extra 9 or less trgs added to that Tues-Thurs-Sat trgs!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna look on the brighter side of life, &amp;amp; just be happy about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that trg, I want to know how it feels like to work.&lt;br /&gt;Yknw, like get that kind of experience. Like how it is to earn $$$ &amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;I was suppposed to get a job at Vivo with Haz at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;But, P &amp; i are hoping we can work tgt at Island Creamery or sthg :D&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i wanna get a job real soon.&lt;br /&gt;To fill up my spaces in between all that nball trgs YIPPEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PROMO STATUS.&lt;br /&gt;Charm said 2 lists are out.&lt;br /&gt;One's longer than the other.&lt;br /&gt;My name's on the shorter list.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo i don't know. P's helping me check it out!&lt;br /&gt;PLS LET ME PROMOTE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;MOM &amp; ME.&lt;br /&gt;She's furthering her studies now, &amp;amp; since her math sucks,&lt;br /&gt;i've been tutoring her.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I never felt so patient with anyone before.&lt;br /&gt;We're best friends now though:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BDAY AQEEL :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's this OVERLY hyperactive boy, who hits everyone on the head, very very very violent, &amp; even SITS on his 1year old brother, but i love him nonetheless cos he's such a lovely boy :D They gave me some horny thg to wear on my head. How ridiculous. YEAH YEAH IMMA PARTY ANIMAL MAN. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Pics from the party (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5012/995/400/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Trgs every tuesday, thursday &amp; saturday for like 4 hours (or even more)&lt;br /&gt;Netball CIP for Four Nations from the 7th-9th dec (possibly the whole day)&lt;br /&gt;Netball Junior League matches on 21stnov, 25thnov, 30thnov, 12thdec, 14thdec.&lt;br /&gt;Crescent netball camp from 28th-3oth. (:&lt;br /&gt;Metro CIP on 2 days. The place is so freaking far from my house, but it's for a good cause so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Job-hunting with P!&lt;br /&gt;Trip to JB with liyuan (i love you partner!) to watch the Razak Cup (hope it doesn't clash with any of my trng days)&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sidetrack: LIYUAN! I'mso glad you get to sit for your Rpaper. Ilove you manymanymany Partner! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've got FIVE more days to go! So i'll fast on my non-trg days :D&lt;br /&gt;YAYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Holiday To-do-list:D&lt;br /&gt;#1 shopping list!&lt;br /&gt;oooh ohhh the job's gonna finance all that shopping :D&lt;br /&gt;#2 two or more 10km runs each mth&lt;br /&gt;#3 gym gym gym!&lt;br /&gt;#4 ecp outing with saki &amp;amp; the girls.&lt;br /&gt;#5 i don't rmbr anymore&lt;br /&gt;#6 add in 9 more trgs in trg schedule&lt;br /&gt;#7 get ALL of One Tree Hill season dvds! (:&lt;br /&gt;#8 get Princess Hours dvd (hopefully it isn't as overrated, as High Sch Musical)&lt;br /&gt;#9 ECP for rollerblading &amp; cycling!&lt;br /&gt;#10 learn hockey from The Mighty Liyuan!:D&lt;br /&gt;#11 shopping shopping shopping &amp;amp; more shopping! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah told you this was gonna be a longgggg post.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO KITTY.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Awesome Foursome(we still haven't given shumz her bday cake! &amp;amp; we have t celebrate nut's bday too!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-6303009520414874896?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/6303009520414874896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=6303009520414874896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6303009520414874896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/6303009520414874896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-going-to-be-very-very-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-116304626389482438</id><published>2006-11-09T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:31.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You were there like a slow torch burning&lt;br /&gt;I was a key that could use a little turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with the coughing (&amp; the phlegm)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i found damn alot of my mom's old cds!&lt;br /&gt;Richard Marx, Queens just to name a few, it's like old school fiesta :)&lt;br /&gt;Pw was an ultimate success:D&lt;br /&gt;Trg laterrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-116304626389482438?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116304626389482438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=116304626389482438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116304626389482438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116304626389482438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-were-there-like-slow-torch-burning.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-116256354790282795</id><published>2006-11-03T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:31.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&amp; you turn it up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alevel Mtl paper was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day : STROLLING in the rain frm school to Macs(!) with priya the hottie, despite being sick.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha how brillllliant. Yay i had my DoubleCheese! :D&lt;br /&gt;I had fun at lunch with her. From stupid ugly disgusting crocs(HAHAHAHA), to my lil' secret t her, to FREEZING &amp;amp; SHIVERING in macs cos we were DRENCHED &amp; the aircon was at full blast or sthg, to us laughing our heads off, to shanky not believing that she was getting harassed by some uhh, DAMN COOL INDIAN GUYS (yuck please), we had a fabbb time.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my SKINNYhotbitchlove, you made my day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie &amp;amp; Sakiiii, hope you girls had great fun at the ac thg!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still running a high fever, after my lil' exciting day with priya ;)&lt;br /&gt;Trg tmrw, I'm hoping t get well soon by tmrw, or i'll have to stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight my loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misterrrr Rishik Rezwan, here you go ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come again, you get a little bit tongue-tied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-116256354790282795?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116256354790282795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=116256354790282795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116256354790282795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116256354790282795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/come-again-you-get-little-bit-tongue.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-116239021070767167</id><published>2006-11-01T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:30.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bestie came over before trg &amp; we watched HITCH! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GINA I MISSED YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Warm up for trg was pretty short, only 2.4km, but it seemed like a killer :/&lt;br /&gt;It started raining, so we did our drills indoors &amp;amp; it was great. I was so energetic &amp; it was great fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;After trg, i suggested playing street nball cos i was BURSTING with so much of energy :)&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring, but yay i didn't have t be a defender &amp;amp; so i kept running all ard the court. We played for more than an hour! Xiuwen joined us too!&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool to be an attacker! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran alot tdy, how satisfying! Ahaha I wanted t run more after trg, cos it was so cool. BUTTTTTTT all of them shut me up! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had so much of fun today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From dinner with the 5 of them, to playing Mother Hen, to joyciee grabbing my..(okay nvm), to mocking Captain Idiot, to doing silly drills, &amp; to everything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;chaRmmy whaarmmy, i lubbbbbzxzxzx euu tooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neeed to go t the gym soon! SOON SOON SOON. It's been more than 2 weeks now. FLAB FLAB FLAB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THE BLOODY SCH TOOK AWAY THE ZAPPEL MACHINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eek there's pw to do. It's okay, for all the effort my teammates put in, I'll do my part too.&lt;br /&gt;Got t redo the script &amp;amp; uhh, WAKE RABBIT UP (that's gonna be so impossible) for pw meeting tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was good catching up with Hannah Subing Jiahui.&lt;br /&gt;We've been such good friends since primary4!&lt;br /&gt;I know the 3 of you clowns won't be reading this (okay you might), but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I love the 3 of you very much:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, beauty&amp;thebeast with Bestie!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, TRG &amp;amp; ASILAH!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL (yuck, hahaha priya!), I CAN'T HEAR YOU ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Macs. It's been months since i had a proper meal there.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S BEEN MONTHS YOU KNOW! MONTHS!&lt;br /&gt;Considering how much of a Macs Freak I am, it's a miracle I can even go without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are aching like hell. My back is aching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-116239021070767167?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116239021070767167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=116239021070767167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116239021070767167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116239021070767167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/11/bestie-came-over-before-trg-asilah-d.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-116227658568902802</id><published>2006-10-31T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:30.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's raining now :D&lt;br /&gt;Thunder,the dark clouds, raindrops, &lt;strong&gt;I like.&lt;/strong&gt; Alot.&lt;br /&gt;My comp's lagging, why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry t Shobah &amp; Vidhya(the most gorgeous people in the worldddd pls) for the last min change in plans.&lt;br /&gt;Next week okay?&lt;br /&gt;This is so random, butttt,&lt;br /&gt;gina, i love you!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit i wanna watch more dvds soon.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yay priya just told me sthg. yay so happening! HEHE call me anytime my love!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the 14th t come, cos I'm not making any plans as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sthg t take my mind off this whole retaining thing : TRAINING.&lt;br /&gt;Yay trg with my dearests tmrw! I hope to death that gina comes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;Oldies, my all time genre of songs, it perks me up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prokeds, mopeds take a limousine instead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They ain't cheap but they're easy to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get on the highway point yourself my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a roller coaster that comes in sideways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just get to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Get To Me, Train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-116227658568902802?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116227658568902802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=116227658568902802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116227658568902802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116227658568902802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-raining-now-d-thunderthe-dark.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-116221252693189832</id><published>2006-10-30T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:29.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahah, so when I meant I was gonna boycott blogspot for a lil' while, I meant a few days. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the brink of promoting/retaining.&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly feel like at the top of the universe right now, when the teachers give me some form of hope, &amp; leave me hanging for another 15 days, till they decide on whether I deserve to promote.&lt;br /&gt;Being in LT3, with potential retainees wasn't exactly the best place anyone would want to be in.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I brought all of this on myself.&lt;br /&gt;I have noone else to blame, but myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'd die to have even that conditional prom thing, which I MIGHT get.&lt;br /&gt;Well at least, that way, I'd work very very hard &amp;amp; pass my 1st common tests in J2.&lt;br /&gt;Promoting seems IMPOSSIBLE now, though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being pessimistic, or paranoid, or anything.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I just know i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I've got absolutely zero faith or confidence in promoting.&lt;br /&gt;I've tired of hoping.&lt;br /&gt;My promo grades are UUBB, by the way, for those who are clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's netball meeting with Ms Liew was trying for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still the captain, after all that I had to think about the whole weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, that I'll be a better captain from now on &amp; thanks alot cos all of you wanted me t remain as capt.&lt;br /&gt;Your confidence in me's really touching &amp;amp; tks for trusting me &amp; having all your faith placed in me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work extra hard for the better of this team!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my loves (:&lt;br /&gt;LET'S ALWAYS ALWAYS KEEP TOGETHER &amp;amp; ACHIEVE OUR GOAL YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;I love my teammates so so much. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, also, to EVERYONE SINGLE ONE who has been so kind to me, now that life's a bitch to me.&lt;br /&gt;Pj Netball Team 06, Bestie&amp;Kannan, Nutty, Sathiya, 06A04 especially AwesomeFoursome &amp;amp; Clique4 &amp; EVERYONE ELSE!&lt;br /&gt;Tks alot, really.&lt;br /&gt;What would I do without such great friends. You're blessings, really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset about all that's been happening, but wth, I can't do anything about it anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;I've got alot more t say, somehow. But no, I'm not gonna bore anyone with my stories.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah I feel like cooping myself in my room till the 14th, take a cab t sch on that very dreadful day, find out i'm retained, cry my way home, &amp;amp; accept reality.&lt;br /&gt;Next Top Model later! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let go on us tonight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love's not always black and white.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-116221252693189832?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116221252693189832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=116221252693189832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116221252693189832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116221252693189832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahah-so-when-i-meant-i-was-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-116140627098462634</id><published>2006-10-21T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:28.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EVERYTHING's screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm not even exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;everything's so wrong, i can't even cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-116140627098462634?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116140627098462634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=116140627098462634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116140627098462634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116140627098462634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/everythings-screwed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-116074461754454283</id><published>2006-10-13T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:28.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;welllll, it's been fasting, running, training &amp; more running since the promos were over.&lt;br /&gt;off to KL on monday!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the netball team finally got a teambag. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm laughing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as you push me on the swing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-116074461754454283?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/116074461754454283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=116074461754454283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116074461754454283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/116074461754454283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115907415007280935</id><published>2006-09-24T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:27.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello :)&lt;br /&gt;ohkayyy &lt;strong&gt;slow love ballads&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;strong&gt;aircon &lt;/strong&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;a sleepy shaminah&lt;/strong&gt;, completely unable t do work. ):&lt;br /&gt;fasting month has started! = time to lose weight! ;D&lt;br /&gt;oh the glory of it all.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till AFTER promos.&lt;br /&gt;imagine running &amp; training like everyday when you're fasting.&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;pure bliss &amp;amp; satisfaction comes out of it. (:&lt;br /&gt;plus there's all that &lt;strong&gt;KL trip with the team&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;shopping(!)&lt;/strong&gt; , &lt;strong&gt;clothes to buy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;meeting bestie(iloveyoubigtime) &amp; AHEM(hah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp; there's so much more :D&lt;br /&gt;TEN MORE DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;( &amp; i can't wait for food laterrrr at 7 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna mug now ):&lt;br /&gt;i hate mugging.&lt;br /&gt;byebye (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ this has become such a weekend blog.&lt;br /&gt;please just let me promote.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been listening to alot of lifehouse &amp;amp; faith hill songs.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LIFEHOUSE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115907415007280935?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115907415007280935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115907415007280935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115907415007280935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115907415007280935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-ohkayyy-slow-love-ballads-aircon.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115849849404888756</id><published>2006-09-17T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:27.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;okayyy so i caught only TWO matches out of the 30+ matches of the Hockey World Cup. :)&lt;br /&gt;6AM this morning was, &lt;strong&gt;india VS ohshitidonotrememberwho&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD INDIA LOST ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then at 10, i watched &lt;strong&gt;pakistan(!!) vs england&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my paki darlings lost 1-0 ):&lt;br /&gt;it was such a good game, i wanted to DIE when england had like a gazillion penalty corners.&lt;br /&gt;hmpfffff.&lt;br /&gt;i forced my grandma t watch it with me, since she's from pakistan &amp; she started cheering pakistan on, like how the pakis did at delta stadium the other time(shumz, do you rmbr!), &amp;amp; i was laughing the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;sigh, the humour old folks possess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps//do bear in mind my ambition of wanting to marry a paki hockey boy &amp; migrating elsewhere with a backyard as a hockey pitch, &amp;amp; i'll have gorgeous talented(in hockey) kids!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway! YAY I'M GONNA CATCH THE FINALS AT 930 LATER ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westie's owner gonna bring me to watch &lt;strong&gt;Hockey World Cup LIVE(!) 2010&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;heh he thinks it's probably gonna be in india.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be 21 by then &amp; i want liyuan t come too. so the three of us can have a &lt;strong&gt;merry jolly good&lt;/strong&gt; time tgt :DDD&lt;br /&gt;wahhh visiting my grandpa's hometown! heh. &amp;amp; someone's else's too!&lt;br /&gt;- GRINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my studying momentum, again.&lt;br /&gt;i think i study best on weekdays. weekend study sessions are such failures.&lt;br /&gt;oh did i tell you, i like &lt;strong&gt;Plath&lt;/strong&gt; alot now :)&lt;br /&gt;i never, in a million years, thought that i'll &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; like her.&lt;br /&gt;since she's probably the most psychotice person alive! oh wait, she gassed herself &amp; she's dead now.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm learning to appreciate her poems. :))&lt;br /&gt;the joy of it all!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my plath lit group (eehui cassandra izzah christabel) are such lovely, smart, gorgeous people, i have SO MUCH OF FUN doing plath :)))&lt;br /&gt;thank you loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my classmates are really nice!&lt;br /&gt;so this week was spent being sick, mugging, freaking out, stressing out &amp;amp; yeah.. that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp; for the first time, i ate absoutely nothing for like 36 hours in the middle of this week.&lt;br /&gt;it was crazy, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; running 3.2km with shumz while i was fasting was even cooler :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY. (:&lt;br /&gt;chappati for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;thank you MY GORGEOUS rezzie puttu mayam, for your &lt;strong&gt;i-miss-you&lt;/strong&gt; call. i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God should really punish me for being so random all the time. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115849849404888756?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115849849404888756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115849849404888756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115849849404888756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115849849404888756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115785513932199523</id><published>2006-09-10T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:27.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE PussycatDolls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not over BEEP.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, cheer up jasmine!&lt;br /&gt;i beep you, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SWEAR YOU'RE THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN PJ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEDDING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MANIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115785513932199523?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115785513932199523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115785513932199523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115785513932199523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115785513932199523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-pussycatdolls.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115771364967502140</id><published>2006-09-08T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:26.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellohellohello. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback's &lt;strong&gt;Far Away&lt;/strong&gt; is a gorgeous song!&lt;br /&gt;credits to cass chua,unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;It's more gorgeous thannnnn Back At One! :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; i've grown to love Brian Mcknight.&lt;br /&gt;haha &amp;amp; eehui cass izzah &amp; me listened t BSB songs. what joy :D&lt;br /&gt;BSB, I LOVE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll never break your heartttttttt HAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, imagine sitting in your ugly sch canteen(ugly benches, dirty tables &amp;amp; all) for FIVE hours brainstorming on a kick-ass lit essay, &amp; finding out that you haven't asnwered the qn at the end of your five miserable hours with every ounce of your brain juices SQUEEZED out, knowing your ruthless lit tutor was gonna fail you for itif you handed it up, then deciding on splitting up the work amongst your grp members, &amp;amp; bringing it home t do it individually, knowing that you could have well done that at the start of the five hours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, it was revision for Plath i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's sooooo bored, she's reading aloud children stories t my lil' cousins.&lt;br /&gt;i've heard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for like the 4th time this day.&lt;br /&gt;i know it by heart now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P-word's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn the five bimbo cheers, WANXIAN aka HOT LEGS!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M MISSING DAMN ALOT OF PEOPLE NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115771364967502140?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115771364967502140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115771364967502140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115771364967502140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115771364967502140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/09/hellohellohello.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115737650294001432</id><published>2006-09-04T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:26.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so sad, &lt;strong&gt;STEVE IRWIN&lt;/strong&gt; just died ):&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss my fav crocodile hunter man in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;the worst part : i can't believe a stingray did that t him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftre years of  close shaves, he got struck by the stingray while filming a sequence for his eight-year-old daughter Bindi's new TV series.&lt;br /&gt;But he died doing what he loved best. (:&lt;br /&gt;He was such an extraordinary man .. so admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound stupid, but yah.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like death. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sounds realllllly stupid, buttttt&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR. I'M NEVER EVER GONNA EAT STINGRAYS AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;even if i love eating them with all my life, i'm never ever ever gonna eat them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115737650294001432?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115737650294001432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115737650294001432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115737650294001432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115737650294001432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-feel-so-sad-steve-irwin-just-died-im_04.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115734365845808542</id><published>2006-09-04T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:25.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy sexy seventeenth twin tower. :))&lt;br /&gt;ps/ please start acting your age, &amp; not your &lt;strong&gt;shoe size&lt;/strong&gt;. hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY GOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;omg i think i need a manicure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the sun is shining on my gorgeous hair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;23 64 i don't care about the score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;do you think i look alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i've got a comp tmrw night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHA RANDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAYYYYY, KIDDOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this gorgeous gorgeous &lt;strong&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/strong&gt; website.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh it's bloody hot okay!!&lt;br /&gt;And i soooo cannot wait for 10pm, tonight. Episode 2! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go sch now, meet TT, get stuff from my locker LIKE MY P&amp;amp;P TEXT(grr), go for haircut(like &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;,i know) &amp; do work with haz at err. queensawy macs.&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;em&gt;exciting&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;(oh i forgot to bring my pride&amp;amp;prejudice text home over the weekend, so i din't annotate the freaking long TEN chapts i was supposed to, hence my absence in make-up tutorial, cos she was gonna kick me out of class anywayyyy. &amp;amp; it'd be stupid if i went all the way t sch, just so as t get kicked out of class. so shumz din't go in the end too YAYY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY IS SHUMZ SO HAPPY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY!&lt;br /&gt;SHARE THE JOY, LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU SHUMZZIE, EVEN IF YOU'RE A BITCH. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115734365845808542?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115734365845808542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115734365845808542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115734365845808542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115734365845808542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-sexy-seventeenth-twin-tower.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115727332560316283</id><published>2006-09-03T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:25.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE SHOBAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're &lt;u&gt;more&lt;/u&gt; than wonderful, bestie. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Random #1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;IYLIA'S MY #1 DIEHARD EYECANDY! &lt;/strong&gt;((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU &lt;/strong&gt;(you know that right!)&lt;br /&gt;( &amp; my love isn't cheap okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Random #2&lt;/span&gt; OMG OMG OMG I CANNOTTTTTT WAIT TO GO BACK TO CRESCENT &amp;amp; TRAIN WITH THE TEAM :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Random #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;After reading Hafizah's blog, I suddenly miss her SO SO SO much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my bestest gym buddy, I MISS YOU. Let's meet up after our promos! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Random #4&lt;/span&gt; I haven't talked t my Crescent buddies in a long time, esp &lt;strong&gt;Mistersex. :) 4G3 &amp; Asilah,Gen,Sab,Iylia&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Random #5&lt;/span&gt; Twin tower! It's your sexy seventeenth tmrw! (Haha. like you din't already know that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random #6 Rezzie's so cuteeeee. She loves my msn nicks, &amp; she keeps asking if she can steal them. Haha i love you my sweet sexycrazycool PuttuMayam bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock it, don't stop it; love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115727332560316283?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115727332560316283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115727332560316283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115727332560316283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115727332560316283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-love-love-love-shobah.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115720193846556380</id><published>2006-09-02T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:25.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALOHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha went for en engagement partyyyy &amp; it was pretty cool i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Good food! :D&lt;br /&gt;I think make-up makes the ugliest people(LIKE ME) have their fair share of haha, looking good.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it was &lt;strong&gt;MINIMAL&lt;/strong&gt; make-up, but Ahhh it made a difference!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that reminds me.. Haha Lace always used to say that i looked like i put on makeup all the time in all my pics, when in actual fact,&lt;strong&gt; i don't put makeup at all&lt;/strong&gt;. Not even lip gloss okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;Not that&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vain &lt;/em&gt;yet. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't studied the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fills up every corner like he's born in black and white.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! song loves.(:&lt;br /&gt;KT Tunsall's &lt;strong&gt;Suddenly I see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna's &lt;strong&gt;Vogue. &lt;/strong&gt;(hotttt)&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse's &lt;strong&gt;Breathing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan &amp;amp; Jaron's &lt;strong&gt;Crazy For This Girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a fabbbb weeekend y'all. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115720193846556380?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115720193846556380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115720193846556380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115720193846556380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115720193846556380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/09/aloha.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115711737163756122</id><published>2006-09-01T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:24.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha believe it or not, dear Rabbit just made my day.(:&lt;br /&gt;she's bloody hilarious when she's stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHE'S BULLYING ME NOW &amp; BEING SOO BITCHY, acting all powerful &amp;amp; all-mighty.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so helpless .. (you wish, cass! see who'll look like the loser in sch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil wears Prada with Mommy later. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a 10km run tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT I CAN'T WAIT I CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway anyway! I used this new shampoo today, It's a Korean brand i think.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; omg omg omg. my hair was never &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;smooth or &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; nice-smelling.&lt;br /&gt;IT SMELLS SO SO SO SO GOOD OKAY! Ahhhhhhhhh &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wonders&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shampoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;I never understood the theory some people follow, the you know.. "I'm too lazy t shampoo my hair" theory.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna chop off my hair by this weekend,I SOO DON'T CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, i have TWO geog ca assignments t complete by TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it when i get back from the movie .. hopefully. (:&lt;br /&gt;which smart classmate of mine suggested such an early deadline! HMPF.&lt;br /&gt;regolith regolith regolith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115711737163756122?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115711737163756122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115711737163756122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115711737163756122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115711737163756122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/09/hahaha-believe-it-or-not-dear-rabbit.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115696272768044422</id><published>2006-08-31T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:24.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 225am now.&lt;br /&gt;cos i slept at 3 ytd, doing pw(ARGHH i wanna get it over &amp; done with), iwas tired pretty much the whole of today.&lt;br /&gt;i never forced myself to keep awake so badly, esp during poetry tutorial tdy.&lt;br /&gt;but mrs beh was being such an angel, i just HAD TO keep awake.&lt;br /&gt;and i came home at 4, after PW consultation(yeah yeah, my life pretty much revolves ard PW now), slept till 10 &amp;amp; did my work. here i am now, doing PW again &amp; i've JUST started on it. longgg way t gooo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shumz &amp;amp; me din't do our Poetry tutorial &amp; we stepped into class first thing in the morning, HOPING SO BADLY that she'll &lt;strong&gt;kick us out&lt;/strong&gt;, cos we really needed the sleep(even if it was at the expense of missing lots of stuff).&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTT nikki beh was really niceeee, &amp;amp; she said she wasn't going to be a bitch &amp; she let us continue with lesson. &amp;amp; she din't even make us write an extra essay or sthg, for not doing our work. HURRAH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me &lt;em&gt;this long&lt;/em&gt; t wake up. i'm finally putting in more effort. it feels good to pass all my class tests. (:&lt;br /&gt;it's such a contrast to my miserable grades in term 2, like i'd get only 20% of the paper right. &lt;strong&gt;i sooooo wanna promote&lt;/strong&gt;. i haven't wanted sthg &lt;em&gt;this badly&lt;/em&gt; in sucha long time, now : &lt;strong&gt;TO FREAKING PROMOTE&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm so so scared that i won't be able t promote. okay, scared would be a &lt;em&gt;TOTAL&lt;/em&gt; understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway, i loved the &lt;strong&gt;rain&lt;/strong&gt;, the wind, the everything tdy.&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that i was soo moody the whole day, cos i was too sleepy/tired t talk t anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rain. (((((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; the perfect perfect ways.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting stars again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115696272768044422?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115696272768044422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115696272768044422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115696272768044422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115696272768044422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-225am-now.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115687589217778260</id><published>2006-08-30T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:24.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it's 2 in the morning, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my brain is fried,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm exhausted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; i so wanna tuck in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM DOING PW NOW (omg i'm the only one awake now. hah)&lt;br /&gt;school was crazy today. we had tutorials after tutorials &amp;amp; MINIMAL breaks &amp; geog ended at 730.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i had to absorb SO MUCH OF INFO tdy (haha maybe cos i was focusing in all my tutorials tdy, but gp's always an exception).&lt;br /&gt;after pw discussion, cass &amp;amp; me went out for dinner, &amp; well, here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari's so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; puking on an empty stomach SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna compile the stuff up &amp;amp; GO TO SLEEPPPPPPP.&lt;br /&gt;night loves. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115687589217778260?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115687589217778260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115687589217778260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115687589217778260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115687589217778260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-2-in-morning-my-brain-is-fried-im.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115660352815153652</id><published>2006-08-26T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:23.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AO MTL exam sucked today,but i was sleeping/visiting the loo half the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;plus it was freezing in the mpr,despite the fact that i had my stupid sweater on me.&lt;br /&gt;team lunch after that. haha, where else, AT LOT1'S FOOD CULTURE. &amp; we'll get our sweettalk drinks before that.&lt;br /&gt;and it was really funny t irritate germ, jenny &amp;amp; charm tdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG CHARM SENT ME A SONG.&lt;br /&gt;it's called &lt;strong&gt;IM TOO SEXY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; woah, it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm too sexy for my love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too sexy for my love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love's going to leave me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt; was pretty cool cos my pw grp skipped math after sch.&lt;br /&gt;we had t visit mt elizabeth's t interview the gynae &amp;amp; fill up our survey forms.&lt;br /&gt;sze ee &amp; i spoke t the gynae DR ANN TAN &amp;amp; she was fabbbbbb(she was SO SLIM, noone would have guessed she had three kids), plus the receptionist would allow for their patients t fill up our forms. YAY YAY YAY cheers t mount elizabet's Women &amp; Fetal Care Centre. (:&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna sit in for pre-natal pilates classes at tanglin mall's BabiesnCream on thursday. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then xueting(you're so sweet, love) &amp;amp; i &amp; oh, CHEUK spent our time at LUCKY PLAZA(wth) macs till &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liyuan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;came :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pretty pretty oh so pretty liyuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed her so much, we took 2 hours to finish up our fries, exchanged like a million stories &amp;amp; a million laughs. (:&lt;br /&gt;then we went far east &amp; we bumped into namira&amp;amp;soef!&lt;br /&gt;liyuan's THE GIRL. she's such a head-turner, i swear. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY I LOVE LIYUAN! BESTEST PARTNER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna study tgt next friday! &amp; Westie's owner is joining us too. (:&lt;br /&gt;HAH &amp;amp; we're going t SPCA! YAY I CANT WAITTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;after three fab hours with ly, went back t sch, hoping t study a lil'.&lt;br /&gt;sher &amp; priya, please cheer up.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine tham hui fang, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that hot sexy chindian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, sent me a stupid ringtone thing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; only people wih hearing frequncy below 25 would be able t hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so i figured that since i listen t loud music, &amp;amp; pretty much blast my ipod ear phones, my freq. qould be &lt;strong&gt;ABOVE&lt;/strong&gt; 25.&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out NOT. it was SO painful t the ear, like this &lt;strong&gt;REALLLLLYYYY ANNOYING HIGH-DECIBEL SCREECH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;IM SO GONNA KILL YOU CHARM(even if u're too sexy for your love) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night run with mom was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too sexy for this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115660352815153652?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115660352815153652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115660352815153652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115660352815153652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115660352815153652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/ao-mtl-exam-sucked-todaybut-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115640439292367791</id><published>2006-08-24T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:23.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it just hit me, that i haven't hit the gym in a reallyyyyyyy long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's no wonder why my FATS seem t be smothering me ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been running alot more though, so yay t that.&lt;br /&gt;it feels so good t run, now i know how it feels like not t be able t run &amp; running means damn alot t me. (:&lt;br /&gt;wanna run in the morning with pooja tmrw! EIGHT ROUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schoolwork's really boring &amp;amp; dry. i don't quite enjoy the contents of the stuff i study.&lt;br /&gt;or even if i do (Econs), i suck at applying my knowledge t essays &amp; all that other crap.&lt;br /&gt;really hope i promote :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports day was kickass!&lt;br /&gt;except that i was shifted over t being a timekeeper, which isnt exactly the best of jobs t do.&lt;br /&gt;but with the nballers ard (GERMAINE CHARMIAN YUHAN IDIOT SITI CAREBEAR &amp;amp; THE REST!), it was great funnn.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH GERM = PENGUINMAN. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banana came in first &amp; i think i stupidly teared when she was being overtaken by that other girl.&lt;br /&gt;but heck, SHE WON SO YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;dear sherlyn, dancer&amp;amp;athlete won a medal for dance too. (:&lt;br /&gt;jing er, the smart girl with hamstring pull, still managed t break the record for 100m.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy for all my friends who took part in the events, cos they were sexycrazycool :D&lt;br /&gt;now now, only jingz knows who's &lt;strong&gt;THE REAL SEX BOMB&lt;/strong&gt;. TEEHEEHEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinnerr with jingz &amp; sher, &amp;amp; mr lim(my ct) gave us a lift :D&lt;br /&gt;night study with the girls &amp; yay it was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;sitting at the roadside, singing SOS &amp;amp; EVERYWHERE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THE GIRLFRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i miss bestie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; OMG the band, Sugarcult's bloody cool, it makes me feel so emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Six months went by&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot your face&lt;br /&gt;Till they played that song tonight&lt;br /&gt;The one we used to hate.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; don't need candlelight t make you stay overrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;[edit//]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION ALL PW MEMBERS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally being productive! &amp;amp; i went t find all the gynae clincs near our school. (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YAY YAY YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115640439292367791?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115640439292367791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115640439292367791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115640439292367791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115640439292367791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-just-hit-me-that-i-havent-hit-gym.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115626026734438885</id><published>2006-08-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:22.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we ( the nball team) only ran 4 rounds track in the morning today ):&lt;br /&gt;cos we din't have time.&lt;br /&gt;so i had to rush through my bath with the rest of the nabllers, cos we were DAMN LATE for morning assembly alr.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; like, my WHOLE SHIRT at the back was SOOO WET &amp;amp; TRANSPARENT.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks t my stupid long wet hair, that couldn't dry quickly enough.&lt;br /&gt;even this teacher, told me my blue sprtsbra was damn striking :/&lt;br /&gt;this is so freaky, but that teacher acty knew my name!&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact, that she's only booked me ONCE for my latecoming,&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S SERIOUSLY FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna run 8 rounds track in the morning tmrw with Pooja Dearest. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoke t the DM tdy. he's really really nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; netball with my class for PE tdy was funfunfun. HAHA I PLAYED &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CENTRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;my classmates are Really Cute. (:&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been so hardworking this week.&lt;br /&gt;5 more weeks t exams :/&lt;br /&gt;OH AND IT'S SPORTS DAY AFTER SCHOOL TMRW.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND NO SCH ON THURSDAY (joy to the world!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have t be the stupid demonstrator with the the dance girls(!) for aces day dance.&lt;br /&gt;RESCUE ME.&lt;br /&gt;this school is so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast&amp;amp;Furious's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;TOKYO DRIFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; song is sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it goes sthg like this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I wonder if you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;How they live in Tokyo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you see me then you mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then you know you have to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fast and furious! (Kitaa!) (Drift, Drift, Drift) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fast and furious! (Kitaa!) (Drift, Drift, Drift)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Many many diamonds danglin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bag full of money we stranglin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hate me, fry me, bake me, try me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All the above 'cause you can't get in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't want no problem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Because me professional, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Make you, shake your ketsu, (Thank you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIKE HOW &lt;u&gt;CUTE AND HOT&lt;/u&gt; IS THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all so need t get it, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care how HAHA, but it's defnitely a MUST-HAVE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks shumz! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my phonecalls with Bestie's always L.O.V.E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115626026734438885?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115626026734438885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115626026734438885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115626026734438885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115626026734438885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-nball-team-only-ran-4-rounds-track.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115608963596117659</id><published>2006-08-20T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:22.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>started off today with waking up like, AN HOUR LATE.&lt;br /&gt;i had t cab down t sch for pesta sukan, but i was late still :/&lt;br /&gt;imagine sprinting all the way t lakeside taxi stand, at like 555 in the morning, with a really heavy tote, and a really ugly shoe bag that i'm dying to change, and a stupid netball, just cos taxis are so hard t get at my place.&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, however, we got our nball tshirts, EVERYONE'S so happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;major success (:&lt;br /&gt;comfortable &amp; pretty. HAHA AND I ORDERED XXL.&lt;br /&gt;so everyone says i look like i'm wearing a pyjamas &amp;amp; that it's too big for me :/&lt;br /&gt;so they nicknamed me, "&lt;strong&gt;Skinny Balloon&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SKINNY BALLOON. HUH HUH HUH.&lt;br /&gt;HMPF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we din't play too good. btu guess we all learnt a lesson from it.&lt;br /&gt;but the highlight of today, was that the whole team ( only jenny wasn't there) bonded.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we had this really cool heart-t-heart teamtalk after our matches, which was, yeah, cool.&lt;br /&gt;i finally got t say my share of what i felt about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;i think it went well (:&lt;br /&gt;the team's got great potential, we'll work on it yeah! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love the team&lt;/strong&gt;, it's great t know such great people with such fab personalities.&lt;br /&gt;AND SIJIE, MY IDIOT IS SO FUNNY, SHE MADE ME CHOKE ON MY FOOD, TWICE :/&lt;br /&gt;YOU DIE AH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;strong&gt;Riana&lt;/strong&gt; there! gosh i miss the times when she was playing Gd with me!&lt;br /&gt;she's still ever-so-pretty (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our snr, Rachel, kept stuffing french fries into my mouth &amp;amp; haz's.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha &amp; she wants us t join her club after A's or sthg (:&lt;br /&gt;then haz came over &amp;amp; we did some work.&lt;br /&gt;it's been a relatively productive weekened.&lt;br /&gt;or so, i hope. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday trng was pretty much a killer, cos of the sun :/&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning sun's a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;but we had a good game against the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;it was really bad(the sun). but the sun at kallang's WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm contemplating on whether i should stay up t do my lear essay/ GO TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;OH &amp; IT FEELS GOOD TO BE ABLE T RUN AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;i've been running quite alot now, &amp;amp; my leg injury hasn't been acting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHUMZ IS GONNA KILL ME IF SHE READS THIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna have team runs in the mornings on tuesdays&amp;amp; thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;like how cool is that please. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MOMMY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COOL&lt;/strong&gt;'s my new favourite word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115608963596117659?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115608963596117659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115608963596117659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115608963596117659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115608963596117659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/started-off-today-with-waking-up-like.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115590649189336553</id><published>2006-08-18T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:22.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feelings disappear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So get back, back, back to where we lasted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just like I imagine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could never feel this way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So get back, back, back to the disaster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart's beating faster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holding on to feel the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This may never start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We could fall apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'd be your memory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost your sense of fear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feelings insincere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115590649189336553?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115590649189336553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115590649189336553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115590649189336553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115590649189336553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/feelings-disappear.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115545781354030238</id><published>2006-08-13T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:21.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FEEL BORED.&lt;br /&gt;(and that's really not how a girl whose promos are 7 weeks away should feel, and that one stupiddd exam'll determine whether she promotes/retains/bloody gets KICKED out of that already-so-lousy-schhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haz came over after trng ytd ( i din't go for trng in the enddd MC AND ALL THAT SHIT) &amp; i miss my team SO much.&lt;br /&gt;and she bought me filetOfish meal :)))&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she was SO crazy &amp; well, i haven't seen her this crazy &amp;amp; happy.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD SUCH A FAB TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care i'm going for trngs next week. OR I'LL TURN INTO THIS HUGE MASS OF FAT SAUNTERING AROUND SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just apply like HEAPS &amp; HEAPS of counterpain on my shin &amp;amp; i'll bearrrrr with the pain (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haz gonna come over later :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha she just had her cleo photoshoot &amp; yay i finally get t see her with make-up &amp;amp; gorgeous hair &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;sexycrazycool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115545781354030238?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115545781354030238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115545781354030238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115545781354030238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115545781354030238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-feel-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115531060813673022</id><published>2006-08-11T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:21.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school wasn't as great. cos my &lt;strong&gt;Awesome Foursome Queens&lt;/strong&gt; weren't in school with me ):&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU GIRLS SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;please take care, all of you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WILL I DO WITHOUT THE THREE OF YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasmine! thanks Pretttttyyyyyy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i felt bad cos i din't do Mr Khoo's econs essay during tutorial &amp;amp; i was busy stoning, cos i hadn't studied that chapter :/&lt;br /&gt;so i cleverly figured that i'd write it at home AND I WILL OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HOW CAN I CHEAT MR KHOO LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, PEreps had t like learn this aces day dance tdy.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS LIKE DAMNIT COMPLICATED.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, it's funn. &amp; we're dancing t SOS RESCUE ME.&lt;br /&gt;so we gotta like learn the dance, &amp;amp; teach them t our own classes.&lt;br /&gt;AND IM LIKE THE ONLY PE REP FOR MY CLASS :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and meeting up with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the A01(!!) classclique&lt;/span&gt; tmrw, after training, at our fav fab &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;KARU'S restaurantt&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;since they looooove Indian food. &amp; i just cry when i eat it, cos it's too spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CANT WAIT TO MEET ALL OF THEM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes nut, im sucha sucker, i know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night study with sherlyn just now ended up in TALKING(haha #24!) &amp;amp; I'M GONNA SLEEP NOW.&lt;br /&gt;; do you, do you, do you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115531060813673022?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115531060813673022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115531060813673022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115531060813673022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115531060813673022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/school-wasnt-as-great.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115514505856646188</id><published>2006-08-10T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:21.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phone conference with aud&amp;nut.&lt;br /&gt;GOD&amp;amp; i'm SO mad at him, i'm definitely not gonna treat him the same way in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, plath's soo .. incomprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so intimidated by lit ):&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note though, i'm hooked on t pride&amp;prejudice now.&lt;br /&gt;the love &amp;amp; romance between darcy &amp; elizabeth is so .. painfully intense &amp;amp; admirable of course (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aud, cheer up. we're here for you. who needs people like him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;night y'all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{EDIT//}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah. i just got back &amp; it's 7 now.&lt;br /&gt;was at polyclinic the whole morning, then NUH the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;thank god for hazwani, salma (mylil' cousin) &amp; my mom (who was being such a pest but she was amusing anyhow).&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad twin tower was there with me the whole time (:&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE ATE SO MUCH, it was like having a picnic in the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway, i have a bloody long &lt;strong&gt;TWO MONTH MC&lt;/strong&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOMEBODY SHOOT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this.is.just.oh-so-depressing&lt;br /&gt;it's like suicide. (pardon me for the hyperbole)&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine! NO RUNNING NO PE NO NETBALL.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i eat hell alot only cos i know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;running &amp;amp; nball's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my saving grace.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;haha shit no more junk ):&lt;br /&gt;bestie was so cute, she said "Babe your metabolism is high.wont get fat"&lt;br /&gt;SO adorable, i could die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over t kathy's after that &amp; here i am.&lt;br /&gt;poems t annotate now.&lt;br /&gt;here's an end to a fantabulous holiday, and the start to ohglorious school.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115514505856646188?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115514505856646188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115514505856646188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115514505856646188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115514505856646188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/phone-conference-with-aud-nballs-my.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115502739244061001</id><published>2006-08-08T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:21.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RedDress by Sugababes is looove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos I'm cooler than the red dress .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, national day celebs was a bore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except for the dance, SHERYLN &amp; RRIYA WERE DDG (drop dead gorgeous) please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you girls were the stars of the show&lt;/strong&gt;! hot dance moves, gold-streaked hair teehee. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then sherlyn and i waited for hazwani to end her lecture( BY THE WAY, she was the cool model of the fashion designer thing &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;you loooked HOT, sweetheart&lt;/strong&gt;) &amp; the three of us went out for lunch &amp;amp; spent a couple of hours just chatting &amp; well, SHERYLN YOU WERE GREAT. SO YOU SHUT UP :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need pics from SHUMMZIE &amp;amp; sherlyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH I WENT FOR THE PAKISTAN &amp; INDIA HOCKEY MATCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was absolute loooove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; SO I'VE MADE UP MY MIND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM GOING TO MIGRATE TO PAKISTAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MARRY A PAKI HOCKEY PLAYER ( they were all like. OH MY GOD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp; HAVE GORGEOUS, TALENTED KIDS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GET A HOUSE, WITH A HOCKEY PITCH AS A BACKYARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA &amp;amp; PLAY HOCKEY &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ps/ i'm &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; delusional (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised my netball team's very bonded , except for one person maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm gonna study hard, promote &amp; then lead the team, again,  like any other good captain will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;andddddd when i get out of jc, i'll take up HOCKEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yay oh yay oh yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jingz love, he doesn't laa. yknw what i mean yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;PAKISTAN : MY LONG TERM GOAL. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my ipod's got gorgeous songs now, are you jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;(shit but my earpiece is pathetic, only one side works :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chitty chitty bang bang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're depressing, cos you've got serious weight issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115502739244061001?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115502739244061001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115502739244061001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115502739244061001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115502739244061001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/reddress-by-sugababes-is-looove.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115483578327187214</id><published>2006-08-06T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:20.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went t watch the HOCKEY(!!) 4 nations match last night, with cass &amp; changyu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; we met a few otherr pj hockers, and SAMM(haha let's quit our ccas &amp; join hockey! HAHA).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Women's Singapore VS India&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6-0 t INDIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIYUAN WAS SO BLOODY GOOD OKAY. PLUS HOT (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go partner! ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i saw tracy(!!), yanting(!!) &amp; nut &amp;amp; a few others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAH HOCKEY BRINGS PEOPLE TGT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope t watch the Men's &lt;strong&gt;IndiaPakistan&lt;/strong&gt; match later at night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pakis will win laa :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, thanks everyone for cheering me up. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm fine, don't worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH. we watched rugby match on Friday. PJ WON CJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;KICK ASS MAN (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115483578327187214?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115483578327187214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115483578327187214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115483578327187214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115483578327187214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-went-t-watch-hockey-4-nations-match.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115462123337823544</id><published>2006-08-04T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TODAY I CRIED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in front of so many people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos i just couldn't hide my sadness this time :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you t my awesome foursome, my dearest nball team, sherlyn&amp;priya, peishan &amp;amp; rez &amp; t my classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i love you all.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; bestie too. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're all like angels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUG MUG MUG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope i can watch at least ONE four nation match :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i self-suspended myself from trainings but i still have t go for at least one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my shin hurts so bad, it SUCKS not being able t run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm gonna make up my 8 rounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;byebye, i hate PW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH mr sas called me a &lt;strong&gt;BIMBO &lt;/strong&gt;during lit lecture )))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just cos .. haha i was being myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; i attended the MOST BORING &lt;strong&gt;shakespeare King Lear&lt;/strong&gt; lecture today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if that's gonna be our after sch thursday lectures, I'LL DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night studies are cool.&lt;br /&gt;mom's cool too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the guy who spoke t us during morning assembly ( HE'S AMAZING. MOUNT EVERST CLIMBER, AND A GAZILLION OTHER AMAZING THINGS) is cool too. he's 42 &amp;amp; he's got the bod of a 24 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ps/ changyu. HAHA STOP CHOKING ON YOUR FOOD ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TANYA. YOU'RE THE RED HOT CHICK, GORGEOUS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115462123337823544?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115462123337823544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115462123337823544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115462123337823544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115462123337823544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115424808903320853</id><published>2006-07-30T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:20.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm trying t get into the LET'S-STUDY-REAL-HARD-FOR-PROMOS-MOOD.&lt;br /&gt;i started out with completing my THREE econs essays that night. (:&lt;br /&gt;i have to be less distracted, &amp; stop taking countless of breaks in between cos i took like an hour longer t do it.&lt;br /&gt;anywayyy, yay it felt good t finally meet a deadline &amp;amp; hand it up t MISTER KHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday, we had that tamil show &amp; we were all dressed in saris.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH. I THINK I LOOKED FAT &amp;amp; UGLY &amp; LONGER THAN USUAL.&lt;br /&gt;i was being such an antisocial &amp;amp; my sari kept coming off &amp; the sari blouse was wayyyyy too big for me i had to put in place a million safety pins, but it was still &lt;u&gt;too&lt;/u&gt; big ):&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still glad i din't get into trouble with my mtl teacher &amp;amp; that i just helped out a lil' here &amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;but i was whining THE WHOLE TIME &amp;amp; i was wayyy to exhausted t even walk.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU PRIYA, I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stephanie says:&lt;br /&gt;hey!!!&lt;br /&gt;stephanie says:&lt;br /&gt;miss you!!&lt;br /&gt;stephanie says:&lt;br /&gt;how are you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;stephanie says:&lt;br /&gt;miss you and ur unbelieably short skirt and strange looks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stephanie says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;you stole my vanity says:&lt;br /&gt;i miss you too ): it feels weird not seeing you in the mornings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you stole my vanity says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA NUT &amp; ME MISS STARING AT YOUR LEGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stephanie says:&lt;br /&gt;eee&lt;br /&gt;stephanie says:&lt;br /&gt;u mean that's what u do!??!?&lt;br /&gt;stephanie says:&lt;br /&gt;grooss!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH training was ok ytd, i felt like i was on steroids HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldn't train for awhile, thanks t my shin injury&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; the seniors who were so caring, wanted t bring me t the docs t get my leg checked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i begged coach t just let me train &amp;amp; he reluctantly agreed. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need t cute my hair. &amp; i need t do my homework &amp;amp; i need t see the doc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went for crescent AAD with hazwani &amp; joyce &amp;amp; we met changyu there :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss SHOBAH, XINLING, HAFIZAH, MISS AZLIN, ASILAH, IYLIA, SAB, NETBALL JUNIORS &amp; LIYUAN(who din't turn up in the enddd).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh my gosh, it was insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was outside the auditorium, just staring at the parade square &amp;amp; talking t changyu when the whole CRESCENT JUNIORS TEAM stood together, shouted "good afternoon shaminah!" &amp; bowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously adorable! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna go train with them soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then went queensway with changyu &amp;amp; twintower. AND THAT WAS THE END OF MY DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DONT LIKE MY MOM AT ALL NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS CRESCENT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; liyuan! goodluck for your four nations matches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE'S IN THE WOMEN'S NATIONAL TEAM OKAY. LIKE HOW COOL IS THAT :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i'm gonna try t go for at least one of her matches &amp; i hope t catch the pakistan mens' matches too TEEHEE (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go liyuan! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll make so much of noise when i enter delta, that you'll hear me on the pitch just like last time. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EIGHT MORE WEEKS TO MY PROMOS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUG MUG MUG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115424808903320853?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115424808903320853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115424808903320853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115424808903320853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115424808903320853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-trying-t-get-into-lets-study-real.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115383403955995313</id><published>2006-07-25T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:19.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today, i remember the Absolutely Beautiful pink sky i saw when i was walking home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; the soft ripples in the waters of the canal &amp;amp; the wind against my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was all really pretty &amp;  it amazingly ignited this warmth &amp; serenity in me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had PE TDY, netball &amp; it was gross cos i had t wear the pe shorts :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i was the umpire &amp; Mrs Lim made me explain some of teh stuff t the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my classmates are SO ADORABLE whilst they're at the game :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macs with Twin Tower &amp; Siewhuai after school :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siewhuai surprised me with &lt;strong&gt;Candy Floss&lt;/strong&gt; just cos i said i liked them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you so much, my dear girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND TWIN TOWER. HAHA I'LL BE EARLIER T REACH TMRW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lit with Sas was rather interesting today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;different, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well, my life sucks &amp; i have netball tmrw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; i have a shin injury which the PE teachers suspect is is a &lt;strong&gt;shin splint&lt;/strong&gt; GASPS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IM TOO LAZY T SEE THE DOC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115383403955995313?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115383403955995313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115383403955995313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115383403955995313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115383403955995313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-i-remember-absolutely-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115364039463180287</id><published>2006-07-23T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:19.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bored so i'm gonna do this. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(though i'm aware i've LOADS of work t do!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you name 13 people you can think of right off the top of your head? Anyone you are thinking of, in no order. Dont read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 13 people. Absolutely NO cheating and switching positions on the list, either! READY, START!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Shobah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Nut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Shumz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Jingz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Audrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Hazwani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Liyuan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Hari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Sherlyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Priya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Charm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. Jaryl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How did you meet 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA i don't remember but we've been close friends since sec4 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE STICK LIKE GLUE HURHUR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What would you do if you NEVER met 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wouldn't have as much laughter :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What would you do if 2 and 9 dated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAH NUT &amp; SHERLYN. OKAY WHAT A JOKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Did you ever like 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're good friends, RIGHT? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Would 1 and 5 be a good couple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA no. neither one of them's lesbian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Is number 11 gay/lesbian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOOO she's attached .. to someone of the OPPOSITE gender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Would you tell secrets to 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DUH. i trust her so much. she's my closest girlfriend man! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What is your first memory of 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how she spent 55 bucks on a haircut &amp; i thought she was insanely rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Do you know any of 1's family members&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES. KANNAN! :D &amp;amp; her mom and her dad &amp; her other brother &amp;amp; her maid (that's her whole family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Whats 10's favourite colour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bubblegum Purple (i think?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What would you do if 9 confessed he/she liked you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA she already does! we're friends man :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What language does 3 speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ENGLISH. HER CHINESE SUCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Who is 9 going out with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Horse! (: haha okay, no one in actual fact. but a million guys are chasing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What grade is 12 in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J1? i don't know what grade that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. When did you last see 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her hockey match against pj at delta. AND I MISS HER SO SO SO MUCH ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What is 5's favorite band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she isn't picky. she likes a whole lot of crappy bands. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Would you ever date 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i was a guy, i would. cos she's so pretty &amp; so witty &amp;amp; wise at the same time. plus a GREAT AWESOME FRIEND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Is 1 hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sizzling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Is 12 single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha no.she's got her darling suren &amp; they look damn good tgt. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Where does 8 go to school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;VJC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. What's 4's best physical feature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's got the whole package ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Are number 7 &amp; 8 best friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha i should think so. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Is 8 a girl or boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BOY with a whole lot of testosterone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Who is 5 in love with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her puppy BINKY. but guys all love her, cos she's SO hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. What is your last memory of 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how we shared our granola bars in class. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Have you ever hooked up with 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES. HAHAHA OF COURSE. WE'RE TIGHT MAN :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. What is the funniest memory of 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha he isn't funny :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. What is your relationship with 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's my TWIN TOWER, goal shooter in my team, my very close friend &amp;amp; i spend alot of time with her, ALOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. How old is 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18 &amp; he's legal. he smokes, drinks, clubs &amp;amp; has sex all the time LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. How close are you with 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHE'S MY BEST FRIEND. what do you think? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Would you sleep with 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah. we're bound t have a netball camp tgt LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. What is your favorite memory with 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha i've got ALOT of favvv memories with her! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Who's 11 best friends with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her gorgeous paki bestie, Parvin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. What's your favorite thing about 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her company &amp; her patience (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYHOW&lt;/strong&gt;HOWHOWHOW, I MISS HAVING A CAT ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss the feeling of my cat sleeping next t me or stroking it, even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I THINK I'M GONNA GET A CAT SOON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but shit i'm gonna have a hard time persuading my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speaking of which, mommy's gonna go for a minor operation soon ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i absolutely adore Ashley Parker Angel's LetYouGo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i can't wait for &lt;strong&gt;Bring It On&lt;/strong&gt; on tv later! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bye loves :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115364039463180287?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115364039463180287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115364039463180287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115364039463180287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115364039463180287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-bored-so-im-gonna-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115363500507901714</id><published>2006-07-23T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:19.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THIS IS GOING TO BE A BORING ENTRY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH I'VE GOT ONLY &lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt; FRIEND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her name's Nut &amp; we fight alot. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we piss the hell out of the people in our clique ( SHUMZ &amp;amp; JINGZ) and well we do a whole lot of stupid stuff, like attempting t throw hairclips at our EYECANDY(HAHAHA) who was trying t get some sleep on the canteen table.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/P1050117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/P1050081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(haha i look like i have buck teeth!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YEAH AND WE BOTH HAVE ONE MORE FRIEND, HER NAME'S AUDREY AND SHE'S HOT. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/1600/P1050111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/P1050111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/1600/P1050097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/P1050097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/1600/P1050077.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/1600/P1050077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/P1050077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/1600/P1050076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/P1050076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/1600/P1050080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/P1050080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY IM BACK :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/P1050176.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is why i was MIA or as Kannan puts it, in an episode of Lost.&lt;br /&gt;so i've been wayyy to lazy t update, i even contemplated on doing away with this fugly blog.&lt;br /&gt;okay so anyway, i've got nothing much to say now.&lt;br /&gt;except that i had a fab time watching &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aladdin&lt;/span&gt; ytd (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember when you came with me that night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We said forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are pretty messed up now, i just hope i get over it quick enough.&lt;br /&gt;results were, &lt;strong&gt;the ultimate&lt;/strong&gt;. i've got t see the principal with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;but i heard that over 400 students are seeing her? so okay.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'vee been so stoned the past week, everyone thinks i'm like depressed or sthg.&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah i'm fine :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my CT's gonna be leaving. she's the craziest teacher i've met :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean, which teacher would greet you with a "&lt;strong&gt;Hi, Bitch&lt;/strong&gt;!" when you see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and addresses her whole class as a bunch of bitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comp's gonna come back &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;! HURRAH.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go for driving lessons! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speaking of which, trng on saturday was fine. i played GD for 3 quarters &amp;amp; GK for the last.&lt;br /&gt;i hereby admit that being a GD's DAMN tiring.&lt;br /&gt;but i still enjoy it (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH AND I MET BESTIE TO STUDY. &lt;strong&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU HUN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my leg/shin/calf/muscle ( i don't which) injury's getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES i'll pay a visit t the doc SOON.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to not be able t run properly. ):&lt;br /&gt;i've been back to my usual routine of SNACKING &amp; SNACKING &amp;amp; MORE SNACKING.&lt;br /&gt;more weight put on. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Best Friend &amp; my Awesome Foursome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for being there for me last week. you guys mean the world t me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I KEEP THIS KANGAROO AT HOME &amp;amp; THAT'S MY GARDEN. I CARRY FOOD FOR MY PETS INT HAT GREEN CRUMPLER. THATS MY GARDENING ATTIRE &amp; I WEAR MY BACKYARD SHOES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/P1050134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115363500507901714?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115363500507901714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115363500507901714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115363500507901714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115363500507901714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-going-to-be-boring-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115132779508485373</id><published>2006-06-26T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:18.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY SEXY SEVENTEENTH MY DEAREST MOST GORGEOUS BEST FRIEND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SHOBAH&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU SO INFINITY MUCH (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope you liked your bday cake ( PANDAN CAKE HAHAH )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait for our movie date on the 14th! &amp; i'll pass you your gift then okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whats a best friend, if she doesn't give you a big fat bday wish on her blog yeah. HEEHEE (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok so i KNOW i promised NOT to go online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i really really really wanted to keep t my promise, BUT jingz said sparknotes had good stuff for econs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so yeah, solely academic purposes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(hahaha i logged on to friendster and and and BLOGGER cos it's a must-must when i'm logged on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buttt i won't go online till thursday night, that, i solemnly swear :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unless sparknotes has geog notes or sthg ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MATH TODAY .. so gonna flunk it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lit was .. I DONT KNOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so whats an entry if i don't update you on who emerged victorious in the &lt;strong&gt;SULTAN AZLAN SHAH CUP&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUTCH BOYS WON :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they're so cute, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trashed australia 6-2. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my darlinggg&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;INDIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; team, got bronze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY IM VERY HAPPY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I CANT WAIT FOR THE HOCKEY WORLD CUP (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha i had pizza hut with nut for lunchhhh &amp;amp; i talked t shumz &amp; jingz on the phone when i got home, for pretty long tdy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i lovemy awesome foursome, best friend &amp;amp; green bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok byebyebye, just gonna look through the notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so last minute, but i've always been so last minute since primary school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;old habits die hard (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115132779508485373?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115132779508485373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115132779508485373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115132779508485373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115132779508485373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-sexy-seventeenth-my-dearest-most.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115121201508731166</id><published>2006-06-25T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:18.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; DESPERATELY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAIRCUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok so i just had this burst of CREATIVITY (hurhur, in the form of coloursplashhh)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;this is solely for my green bitches (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SEEEEEEE IM NOT AS BITCHY(only 32%!) AS YOU GIRLS THINK I AM HAHA! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="7"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;color:#000000;"&gt;You Are 32% Bitchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-2.jpg" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a pretty sweet person, and you're definitely not prone to bitchy outbursts.Sometimes, though, you can't help thinking mean thoughts about people. But at least you don't act on them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Bitchy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy now. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115121201508731166?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115121201508731166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115121201508731166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115121201508731166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115121201508731166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-desperately-need-haircutok-so-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115121067434768535</id><published>2006-06-25T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:18.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the incessant, very much squeaky chirping of this bird perched on the branch of the tree outside my room SERIOUSLY ANNOYS me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't even read my Pride &amp; Prejudice text in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOAH IT JUST HIT ME THAT sch starts tmrw(see, i'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; ignorant)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or should i say, MID YEAR EXAMS more like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i'm not even 1/8th prepared, but whats new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i invented this whole &lt;strong&gt;we'll-get-promoted-even-if-we-flunk-our-mids theory&lt;/strong&gt; t shumz, who obviously isn't convinced. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so now, i'm consoling myself for not having touched my books this whole holidays, by reading my lit text (i should have done this like a very very very long time ago )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAH like i just found out &lt;strong&gt;math&lt;/strong&gt;(IM SO DEAD PLEASE, i dont even know how to use that damnnn GC) &amp; &lt;strong&gt;lit&lt;/strong&gt;(Pride&amp;amp;Pred, POETRY) are the papers we're sitting for tmrw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uh oh, i think i'm in deep shit cos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1 i've stopped studying for exams since sec4 common tests&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 i've grown immune t NOT sudying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#3 i don't feel scared or nervous (ok maybe a teesy weensy bit) at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should REALLY stop taking things so lightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i promise t stay 10 meters away from the computer for the next what.. four days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheers. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on thursday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since mom &amp; aunt have generously given me some shoopping money cos i've been whining &amp;amp; complaining &amp; ranting about the lack of pretty clothes in my wardrobe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;need to get my fox denim shorts ( but i'm contemplating on just getting a much cheaper one at far east or sthg HAHA), tshirts, pair of sneakers &amp;amp; nike sportsbraaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay, that's &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; that's on my shopping list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little, i know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115121067434768535?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115121067434768535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115121067434768535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115121067434768535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115121067434768535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/incessant-very-much-squeaky-chirping.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115112133059084114</id><published>2006-06-24T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:17.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOW my name's very pakistani :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing's better than lunch at pizza hut &amp; bitching with gorgeous gorgeous bestie&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this pretty much summed up our wonderful date ytd : pizzas,drumlets, garlicbread, foodtalk, bitching(whats new), hairbands, hairties(!!), hugs (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH YAY she even met my mommy &amp;amp; HAHA IMRAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;HOCKEY UPDATES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(7th &amp; 8th placing) ; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M'SIA &amp; ARGENTINA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;argentina triumphed &lt;strong&gt;3-2&lt;/strong&gt; over our&lt;em&gt; friendly&lt;/em&gt; m'sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thanks to ARGENTO's goal during extra time, COOL STUFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;argento from argentina scores! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok fine, i bet only &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;find it amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(5th &amp;amp;amp; 6th placing) ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAKISTAN &amp; KOREA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yay pakistan KICK-ASS &lt;strong&gt;4-1&lt;/strong&gt;! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but korean boys are so cute! &amp;amp; pakistan boys are well.. i love their features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm gonna marry paki boy! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATCHES TOMORROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3rd &amp; 4th placing) ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3PM INDIA &amp; NEW ZEALAND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(India, please win &amp;amp; i'll stop being so racist against myself. it's a ONCE IN A LIFETIME thing i'm rooting for you guys, so do me proud HAHAH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALS! ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5PM AUSTRALIA &amp; NETHERLANDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want australia t win since netherland won india in the last match :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CATCH ALL THE ACTION ON ESPN (HAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's channel 23 , by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've only done econs, nothing else &amp;amp; i'm like not even done with econs please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; emotionally entangled &amp;amp; potentially distracted. NA-AH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS/ mom loves beep song so so so much(she sings it ALL DAY).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so much, that she's gonna get PCD cd. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115112133059084114?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115112133059084114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115112133059084114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115112133059084114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115112133059084114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow-my-names-very-pakistani-nothings.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115103257496185002</id><published>2006-06-23T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:17.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPPY BDAY MOMMY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;haha now that you're 38, bday girl, i hope you'll be less bitchy t me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hockey semis at 3 &amp; 5 later! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the first time in the hols, i'm gonna study in the morning &amp;amp; not laze ard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so after i post this entry, i'll clean up my room ( i don't allow my maid to touch my things), &amp; studyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet bestie for pizza hut later, &amp; rush home for the matches :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT JOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bestie, cheer up ok HAHAHA DONT THINK YOU'RE SO COOL OK:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i so can't wait t go aud's&lt;em&gt;(hot stuff, you DID lose wt ok, dont listen t nut heh)&lt;/em&gt; house after mids damnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait for mids to be over too! loads things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when sch starts, i'll&lt;strong&gt; hit the gym&lt;/strong&gt; twice a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha i've been going to the gym for the past 3 days out of plain boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; some random gym instructor wanna-be guy was teaching me how to use some equipment ( which was obviously wrong &amp;amp; bloody hell i din't even ask for assistance), the REAL instructor had to tell me not to follow his instructions cos they were wrong &amp; they both sort of ended up having this lil' argument. HAHAHA &amp;amp; that was my first time trying out that leg weight thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i din't get t try it in the end :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha mom decided to join me for my evening run, cos she usually goes for hers at night &amp; she obviously can run at a much faster pace now, compared to the last time i ran with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA my short term ambition ; &lt;strong&gt;BE FIT AND FAB&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; my bitchy maid keeps cooking FISHY stuff (yuck), it's so disgusting, i have to eat buns the whole day to satisfy my hunger.WAHLAO just cos she's bloody skinny &amp;amp; she doesn't eat, doesn't mean i have t do the same! but still, i'll die without my maid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay thanks t zad, i've got &lt;strong&gt;BENCHWARMERS&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;BIG MOMMA'S HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt; to watch now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speaking of which, hari says i'm FAT :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay byebye world :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit, i'm going back to my downloading &amp;amp; burning songs :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;POLICE GONNA COME CATCH ME (how juvenile.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; your wordplay's created that soft spot. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn you. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115103257496185002?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115103257496185002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115103257496185002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115103257496185002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115103257496185002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/happpy-bday-mommy-haha-now-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115094548703598000</id><published>2006-06-22T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:17.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm addicted to the hockey matches on ESPN now :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SULTAN AZLAN SHAH CUP :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like i watched four games ytd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was msging shumz throughout this game, &amp; we were ogling at the korean pleayers cos they had really hot bods &amp;amp; jerseys that flattered thier SUPER HOT ARMS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you shumz! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; omg india was damnnn goood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHA WHAT A SURPRISE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they won korea 3-0.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it cld've been 4-0 but india din't convert their penalty corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;korea dint have any to convert in the first place, but oh well. hot people, still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my bf sandeep put a goal in. (: HAHAHAH IM SO PROUD OF HIM HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOCKEY MAKES ME HIGHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;penalty corners, off-ball runs&lt;/em&gt;. HOT STUFF OK (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so since my eyes were GLUED to the match, i was trying to adjust the fan cos it was sooo coldd, my lil' finger got trapped &amp;amp; hit the fan blade. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my finger was bleeding for 2 and a half hours NON-STOP till my whole tshirt got red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA SEE WHAT HOCKEY DOES TO ME. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 more games t watch tdy! &amp; i'll study toooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think it's the semis tmrw :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talked to Bestie for sooooooooo long ytd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you best friend, you truly complete me (:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/BESTIES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO YOU, NO ME. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;riha&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a's&lt;/span&gt; hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright watching the re-telecast of &lt;strong&gt;india vs korea&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bloody nice game. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; take a gun &amp;amp; put it to his head. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115094548703598000?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115094548703598000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115094548703598000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115094548703598000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115094548703598000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-shitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115086544933031288</id><published>2006-06-21T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:17.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i studied for the first time in the whole hols ytd. ECONS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we(twin tower &amp; me) ended up sidetracking &amp;amp; talking to alvin, kayda, eugene&amp;alvan(they're J2s).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha alvan takes the same combi as me, so he was giving tips &amp;amp; all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyw watching hockey game on ESPN now. argentina &amp; netherlands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hot people please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; hockey's a reallt really fun sport. haha sumz, teach me how t play hockey! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gonna study ltr :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've been so moody at home these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too lazy to go out for lunch, so i made MAGGI MEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hazwani says i'm gonna turn bald. YIPPEE (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115086544933031288?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115086544933031288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115086544933031288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115086544933031288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115086544933031288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-studied-for-first-time-in-whole-hols.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115072170437650053</id><published>2006-06-19T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:16.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;time spent with green bitches was awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha they say i'm &lt;strong&gt;QUEEN BITCH&lt;/strong&gt; now :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; they say i'm damm whiney. see aud! you rubbed it off me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it would have been really really fabb if aud was with nut &amp;amp; me in pj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, what aud told me about ___ made me even regret &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay i'll leave things as it is, &amp; i should have listened to her earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bu tthanks, &lt;strong&gt;love you &amp;amp; miss you aud&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha nut thanks for waffle. so hot like you ahh. the bottle's gorgeous too. &amp; the biscuits, delicious (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lit lesson with vivienne chua was good(baby stories &amp;amp; note-taking at a really fast speed), despite the fact that i had to sit rightttt in front cos i was late, but well she was nice about it anyw : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha wth, i CHOSE to be late cos i cldnt resist breakfast at delifrance with Mr Silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uh oh, i think i'm addicted to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;IFR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ANCE&lt;/span&gt; :\ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;netball marathon was tiring cos of the bloody long breaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we played ok, i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW I KNOW HOW FUN IT IS ;&lt;strong&gt; PLAYING MIDFIELD.&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I THINK I'VE BEEN CONFINED TO JUST ONE THIRD OF THE COURT FOR WAYYY TOO LONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i so wanna ask coach to let me play midfield on court after mids! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vanqish&lt;/strong&gt; all the way mann! they got third in the endd, cool stuff :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;midnight movie with twin towerrr! Omen. though we din't get to watch it till the end cos our match got pushed forward grr :\ haha i think it was pretty scary, the movie. &amp; we were both so grouchy, but the 255 am match was great, still (: besides, we were FREEZING in the movies, since we were in our &lt;strong&gt;fbts&lt;/strong&gt;. wow, brilliant brains i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you &lt;strong&gt;shumz&lt;/strong&gt; for spending time with me &amp;amp; haz. our dinner at raffles hospital during the 4hour break was absolutely awesome. you're awesome too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nut&lt;/strong&gt; dropped by as well :) &lt;strong&gt;gaby &amp; shithead, the awesome couple&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;marathons like this are energy-draining, but nevertheless it was real fun, team bonding &amp;amp; talking in the wee hours of the morning, getting 2 hours of sleep on the concrete floor, napping on the starbucks table for another 2 hours, spending time with your teammates, talking things through, spending time with pj snrs (TEAM TYCO), getting bullied by YU RANG(HAHA), making friends with fellow nballers&lt;strong&gt; ( like vanquish players, may's teammates : colin &amp; that reallly nicceee girrl, henderson girls , TEAM TYCO)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some matches were cool, but others.. were just plain rough &amp;amp; unfriendlyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha quite a number of people asked if i was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA SHUMZ you're not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;came at home at 3 in the afternoon after the 30 hour nball thingy &amp;amp; woke up th next morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awesome, dinner skipped :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115072170437650053?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115072170437650053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115072170437650053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115072170437650053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115072170437650053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-spent-with-green-bitches-was.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115046886878810021</id><published>2006-06-16T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:16.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MAID'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;BACK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WORLD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trng tdy was fine. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh shumz &amp; i din't study in the end cos i was so so so late :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one round ard the track sprinting only for warmup ok (below 1min40secs YAY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE STREET NETBALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos i think i'm better at it than at normal court play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; besides, it feels good playing "midfield" sometimes. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh, but if Coach decides to be evil &amp; put me in the other team co sthey have no tall players there, i'll have to play shooter ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; &amp; &amp;amp; i had to be shooter for trng, &amp; like alot of my shots din't go in, understandibly enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEFENDER ALL MY LIFE K (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still it was cool stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still hope i'll be in hazwani's team with yu han&amp;amp; an qi though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW NO COMP FOR TWO DAYS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spending my weekend at PS paying street netball HAHAHA. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dinner with joyce, twintowerrr &amp; sherlyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's bloody hilarious cos her stories are so amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha we've got plans t study tgt, see how things go. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like honestly. you can just go away. don't bother talking to me anymore. don't need you in my life. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha pumpkin so cute yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EH EH EH ARGENTINA WON BY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIX&lt;/span&gt; GOALS (!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha i watched the whole match yay. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they make scoring goals look horribly easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SERBIAN DEFENDING IS KINDA HORRIBLE. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i still feel sad for them for being trashed so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGENTINAAAA GIVE THEM A BREAKKK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i bet Serbia's still like 284963896483264 times better than singapore. so yay to them. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115046886878810021?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115046886878810021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115046886878810021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115046886878810021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115046886878810021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-maids-back-djoy-to-world.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115038272978038640</id><published>2006-06-15T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:16.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA &lt;strong&gt;world cup&lt;/strong&gt; is just so exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit i think i caught the world cup fever. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;but i always feel so damn sad for the goalkeeper when he lets in a goal ( not that i can relate or whatever).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;like when you see that sad look on that gk's face, it just makes me want to jump into the tv &amp; give him a big hug &amp;amp; tell him "IT'S OK. I STILL THINK YOU'RE HOT" or sthg along that line. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(i'm thoroughly aware of the fact that i sound like a psycho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but no way, i'm definitely not catching all that 3am games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh i don't know why, i try to bloody convince myself i don't anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, so maybe i don't, but i still DO care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; that's just so bloody annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really don't understand myself but i guess that's just part of all that raging hormones yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;figuring out who i really am, i wonder how long i'll take to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK WHATEVER. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA SHUMZ CHECK OUT THE ANGST WITHIN ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay can't wait to study with you tmrw ( like i really wonder if we will, hun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom din't wanna cook dinner for me, she said i was getting too fat. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha but she ended up buying delicious chicken porridge(my fav ok) for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA LACE SAID PCD'S&lt;strong&gt; BEEP &amp;amp; BUTTONS&lt;/strong&gt; IS SOOO ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what's &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; supposed to mean. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A01 CLASS CLIQUE OUTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those invited, next Friday ok (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Details later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so random, but i love you aud :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; I'm the question and you're of course,the answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't feel like eating the porridge anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see, i'm moody now &amp;amp; it's all &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;'s fault la ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115038272978038640?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115038272978038640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115038272978038640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115038272978038640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115038272978038640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/hahaha-world-cup-is-just-so-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115036329252668700</id><published>2006-06-15T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/1600/oly_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/400/oly_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190%;"&gt;JOE DIDULICA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check him out, HE'S MINE : D&lt;br /&gt;unglam shot, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT HAHA WHO CARES. HE'S MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115036329252668700?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115036329252668700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115036329252668700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115036329252668700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115036329252668700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/joe-didulica-check-him-out-hes-mine-d.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115036165543357326</id><published>2006-06-15T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:15.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MOM LOVES HIPS DONT LIE VID CLIP. &amp; BEEP TOO. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken Hor Fun&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch was delicious. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay then i made my mom spend so much on all the croissants &amp;amp; brownies &amp; all that other stuff at Delifrance &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, speaking of which, she wants to migrate to Paris when I'm grown up &amp;amp; all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rugby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; match Ireland versus i-can't-rmbr-who on some sports channel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So freaking cool ok, very different from the matches we watch our fellow peers play in. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They don't huddle up as much ;D &amp; it's real bitchy they got wear those teeth retainer stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess they got to, so they won't bite each other's ears? HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG. World Cup's like MAJOR MAJOR EYE-FEASTING ok ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I SWEARRRRRR the guys are REALLY REALLY hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aiyah, too bad Ronaldo's a real Ah-Pui now :\&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/brazil-world-cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But really, the Spanish, Italian guys are HOT STUFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH OH OH. Croatian goalkeeperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And well, as for the England team's wives &amp; girlfriends, they're real hot too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially Steven Gerrard's gf. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brazil all the way! Though their first match was like.. wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And GERMANY(!!) all the way too.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/germany-world-cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexy players = sexy play = sexy game. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I'm going to catch as many games as I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's rather sad &amp; pathetic how the Togo team doesn't have Dri-Fit jerseys. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha, &amp;amp; s'pore's so not gonna make it to World Cup 2010 please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they'll be a total insult to us &amp; i'll be way too ashamed to say i'm singaporean after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i mistook some guy with this indian girl for SHOBAH'S BROTHER ytd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA &amp;amp; i made shobah call him (kannan) to ask if he was at lot 1's food culture. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bloody funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had such a good talk with Shumz ytd :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss herrrrr &amp; well, i don't know but she's always so easy to talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was ranting on &amp;amp; on about AHEM &amp; well, she was so nice about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you SHUMZ &amp;amp; the rest of my awesome foursome darlings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shobah &amp; aud, my dearests, LOVE YAAAAA TOO MY BABIES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh we had a friendly against bp ex-players ytd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good game, now we now our team's strengths &amp;amp; deltas better, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;individual performance wise, i think i only played well for the last 2 quarts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bad communication wih my GD though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; haha was pretty happy with my lobs, though i think i can improve (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;team performance .. WE'LL DO BETTER OK! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha &amp; desmond &amp;amp; faez just had to make fun of me when i was doing my stupid crab thing :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TSK. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;revision's no good. only started on econs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my weekend will be spent at PS playing street netball with like a few hour breaks in between each match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's from like sat 12 pm to sunday 10 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're even playing at 1 in the morning! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay hazwani &amp; i are so gonna catch THE OMEN for a midnight movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should stop here now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, going to stuff my fat self with more croissants. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORE EYE FASTING IN THE MEAN TIMEEEEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/italy-world-cup.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/spain-world-cup.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M MOVING TO GERMANY/ITALY/SPAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEXY BOYS! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115036165543357326?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115036165543357326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115036165543357326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115036165543357326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115036165543357326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/mom-loves-hips-dont-lie-vid-clip.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-115025592428969125</id><published>2006-06-14T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:14.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;GRRR I need a new blogskin! LIKE NOWWW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY I'M BACK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trng laterrrrr, meeting Haz t study first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of which, we're playing for NBALL MARATHON on Sat &amp; Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Street Netball's so super fun ok! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feels so good to be FINALLY outside that bloody circle. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there goes. All I can rmbr from Obs. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kayaking with a guy who doesn't know how to kayak &amp; doesn't know how to talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus we got stuck in the storm &amp;amp; had to cross the mangrove swamp, where I slipped &amp; fell like a million times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trekking in the storm, when I felt exhausted, cold, hungry all at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having to carry a super-heavy backpack &amp;amp; having SORE shoulders &amp; a backache at the end of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Climbing the Inverse Tower (which I took a longg time,as usual) but still managed to get to the top. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eating sucky, plain food that I cldn't finish most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Capsizing in the middle of the sea during capsize drill was COOL STUFF : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rescuing the other team was even cooler. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being useful only on the fourth day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not liking my watch cos well, they speak chinese ALL THE TIME &amp;amp; it's sad cos we never bonded as a watch &amp; our instructor din't like us (but I don't really care).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My watchmates keep calling me cute &amp;amp; gentle :\ ERRR OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I only liked Pei Xuan. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleeping in the dorm for the first day only and sleeping under the basha for the rest :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basha's just this blue sheet that you sleep on and this other thing that sort of acts like a roof, so you're still EXPOSED to the cold &amp; the bugs &amp;amp; all that other shit like your watchmates (esp the guys) making all sorts of weird noises &amp; snoring when they're fast asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleeping on a sheet with a million &amp;amp; one rocks underneath &amp; you wake up with your body ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waking up, cold &amp;amp; hungry, with my chattering teeth &amp; shivering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cooking for the watch when we were in the island devoid of electricity, water &amp;amp; everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the girls in my watch peeing tgt in the sand ( that was sick, I SWEAR.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking to my sec3 instructor, HIUPLUH. :D (yay he still rmbrs me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIDETRACK: AMUNDSEN CAN WE HAVE AN OUTING SOON?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amundsen's still the best watch ok. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp; well, only the last day was super fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TEAM Q, TEAM 1 ROCKED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hazwani, Desmond, Faez, Justin, Sam, Deya, Me, Quek, Jingling, Skeen, Ahmad, Sheila (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We played all the super fun games like Human Entanglement(!!), trying to raise funds for the other team to be able to build a raft so that the 12 of us could get on it and paddle across the sea to plant our flag, and come back to shore. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO FUNNNNNN OK. HAHAHA our raft sank when we were coming back, thanks to the waves :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we had to swim back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAH so that was that, i came back with no mosquito/ sandfly bites ( as usual.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But rashes instead &amp;amp; well I got DARKER. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got to get back to studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha Buttons vid clip's hot stuff. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;; MY LEFT &amp;amp; YOUR RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-115025592428969125?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/115025592428969125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=115025592428969125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115025592428969125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/115025592428969125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/grrr-i-need-new-blogskin-like-nowww.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-114940739787359148</id><published>2006-06-04T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:14.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay today`s been productive. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, at least it's MY idea of being productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIT THE GYM. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WENT RUNNING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MADE MY OWN BREAKFAST. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WENT ON A TESTIMONIAL SPREE.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TALKED TO HAZWANI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TALKED TO MY BESTIEEEEE YAY I'm going to SA in the morning before trng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; Bestie and I shall have breakfast tgt. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Lakeside Queen&lt;/span&gt;, MAIZURAHHH needed fbts so I went lakeside cheers to pass it to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But my bicycle tyres were FLAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But since i was alr late, I had no other choice but to cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA &amp;amp; like i took a zillion years t get there, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My thighs are aching now, cos I had to use so much of force just to get that lousy bike going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, so on the whole I think I lost like about what.. 0.3 kg?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA BYEBYEBYE EVERYONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'M GOING TO SLEEEPPPP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shobah said she was going to sleep cos she was tired from slacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hee there's a reason why she's my BESTIE yeah. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nut's leaving tmrw, IM GOING TO MISS YOU BITCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Edit//]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;www.prevention.com 's a COOL WESBITE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO CHECK IT OUT, HAHA (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-114940739787359148?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/114940739787359148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=114940739787359148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114940739787359148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114940739787359148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/yay-todays-been-productive.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-114932118593259522</id><published>2006-06-03T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:13.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlight of the Day ; SHITTTTT MY MAID LEFT ALR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel SOOOOOO bloody handicapped, like I think my maid was acually my limbs most of the times. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, Hazwani, maybe the reason why I felt incomplete when I woke up this morning`s MY MAID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She completes me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL, okay not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, that's actually impossible. I feel incomplete when I wake up every Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAH &amp; someone said "&lt;em&gt;You need a man in your life&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, that is such a joke. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOOOOOOO, I actually laid my hands on the broom today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i made my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i made my own breakfast (HAH I HAVE THE SAME BRAKFAST AS HAZWANI : Toasted fibre bread with Nutella spread.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And cleaned up the living room &amp; EVEN swept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't done all of the above for a very very very long time now. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few years, i guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm such a blessing to my family, HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; my mom said "&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Wow, you swept the living rooom, better than Aunty does&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIKE DUH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;See, cleaning`s my forte. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seriously. If i ever were to go jobless next time, i`ll try out at the maid agencies &amp; i`ll definitely clinch MAID OF SINGAPORE AWARD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the week's almost, gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Extra lessons, NETBALL, SLEEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Din't study at all, nothing to be proud about, I KNOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; next week's like taken up my netball &amp; OBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Coach called me JAPANESE DOLL ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; the third weekkkkkkkk, i've got netball everyday except for Tuesday &amp; Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I lack &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the self-discipline, mental strength &amp; the determination&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; an athlete should possess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after trng, I'm usually knocked out, overwhelmed with fatigue, completely drained of ALL energy possibly existent in my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I do after trngwould be to bathe in sch, go out for dinner with TWIN TOWER(!!), go home &amp;amp; SLEEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh, if i go on this way, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MY MIDS WILL DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I WILL DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp; I WILL RETAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; It'll become a habit, I won't study on trng days when schoolstarts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had Pizza Hut for Lunch with TWIN TOWER ytd. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; that was BEFORE TRNG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God, we're pigs la ok. But she's still so slim, HEE. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;UNLIKE ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But well, I don't watch my diet &amp;amp; I don't really care if there's TransFat in my food or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or if it's been Deep-Fried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA I've been going ON &amp; ON &amp;amp; ON &amp; ON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nut, I`ll miss you dearly when you're away in HK(though I won't be in S'pore too HEE PULAU UBIN.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BESTIE DARLING, YOU KNOW I MISS YOU LIKE CRAP. WE'LL MEET UP REAL REAL SOON OK. SEE LA, DON'T PICK UP MY CALL, YOU MISS OUT ON A FAB DINNER DATE WITH ME, HEE LOVE YOU HUN. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bitch Aud, or should I say, ODD AUD, I MISS YOU LA BITCH. YES LET'S MEET UP 3RD WEEK OF HOLS OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TWIN TOWER, i think we've grown incredibly close to each other &amp;amp; I'm happy we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You bring so much of laughter &amp; joy to my life, I can't thank God enough for sending you to me as my TWIN. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hah, she's the LIGHTBULB in my life. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a matter of fact , I can't thank God enough for all my darling friends.  (((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, I see myself slacking TDY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So bye, OFF TO WATCH A WALK TO RMBR &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-114932118593259522?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/114932118593259522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=114932118593259522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114932118593259522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114932118593259522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/06/highlight-of-day-shittttt-my-maid-left.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-114899956222101548</id><published>2006-05-30T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:13.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1 Mom's annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 Just as I thought I found a FANTABULOUS website to watch my vid clips..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been wronged again. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the BEEP vid clip's HOT STUFF la ok :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my personal comp really badly ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY BROTHER'S THE BIGGEST ASS IN THE WORLD OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lit Enrichment Day! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I predict it'll be superr fun (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NUT'S BF GONNA BE THE LECTURERRRR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha &amp; we're having a combined lecture with the J2 lit students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trng after Lit. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're doing really fun drills for trng now, so YAY. It's been a long time since we had so much fun as a team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; cassandra was being such an ass durng econs I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i so wanted to tape her with whatever tape was within my reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHA WHITE RABBIT, I STILL THINK YOU'RE NICE. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;That's not the way it's going down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-114899956222101548?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/114899956222101548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=114899956222101548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114899956222101548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114899956222101548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-114880230318226405</id><published>2006-05-28T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:13.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I.HAVE.THIS.WEIRD.CRAVING.FOR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweet black bean broth.(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ones they sell in the chinese tea stalls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched Summer Catch on CH5 just now. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NICE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY I'm going to watch A WALK TO RMBR again. ltr. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like talking to Skeen. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; I wonder what you were doing there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then again, I don't care. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-114880230318226405?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/114880230318226405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=114880230318226405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114880230318226405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114880230318226405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/05/i.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-114873649834326552</id><published>2006-05-27T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:12.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM SO PISSED OFF AT MY IRRITATING BRAINLESS BROTHER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(SIDETRACK: I HAVE A SCATTERBRAIN, BUT MY BROTHER DOESN'T EVEN HAVE ONE TO START WITH.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I might be in NO position to say that, but honestly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He used MYYYY comp, &amp; acted as the  catalyst to CRASHING IT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; well, he was successful in doing so :/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASSHOLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope his maple acct gets hacked into.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now I'll go online less often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so maybe it's a blessing in disguise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A hint that I should use the comp lesss as I tend to get HOOKED to it when i get STARTED on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; hence my time AWAY from homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT STILLLLLLLLLLLL I'll virtually DIE without it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLUS PLUS PLUS my OH-SO-LOVELY Maid's going back to her OH-SO-LOVELY Homeland for TWO WHOLE WEEKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM GOING TO DIE THIS HOLIDAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyw, trng was fun tdy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He made us do really funnn things &amp; the sun was SUPER HOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, well team bonding was definitely there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had to do 2 suicide runs after trng, cos 2 people were late ://&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, but that's ok. we did it good yeah!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO MANY PEOPLE WERE SICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we decided that if anyone was late for future trngs, we'd have to do TWO sets of suicide runs for EVERY person who comes late. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; we got our trng schedule alrrr. I really really really need to plan my time well this hols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It feels sinful, somehow, to call this four weeks a Holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so I came home after my fabbb lunch with Hazwani &amp;amp; slept for 6 whole hours. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA leedeeya came to sch &amp; she looked hotttttttt in her top. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH &amp;amp; she asked me if i wanted to be part of the cast, cos she's going to do BOLLYWOOD again, how cool:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've proven myself to be a klutz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fell down in my bathroom tdy &amp; my foot hit the door &amp;amp; I limped all the way to sch, WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I've got this really ugly greenish bump on my foot, EEEW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, this is such a whiny post.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS/ FLOORBALL ROCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next sport I want to learn how to play ; CRICKET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going back to sleep now, hee.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnightt, world. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-114873649834326552?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/114873649834326552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=114873649834326552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114873649834326552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114873649834326552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-so-pissed-off-at-my-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-114865526148782990</id><published>2006-05-26T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:12.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been greattt fun with nut this two days. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and these years I've been with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went town with her tdy, heehee Quality Time spent, yes. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heeren, CENTREPOINT(away from civilization), Cine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha dearest Crescentians were flooding the whole of town, so we went away to Centrepoint's supermarket &amp; spent like A Bloody Long But Fun Time there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEH well at least now I know junk food's a sensitive topic to talk about when I'm with Nutty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'LL GET YOU ALL YOUR MANGO SHIT SOON OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nut, I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay we met Pal's dad today : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAH &amp;amp; well, we bumped into &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUR AUDREY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at pastamania.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it's so cool everytime I tell nut " I think we'll bump into aud" &amp; we really do in the end. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN BITCHES FOREVER &amp;amp; EVER&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bestie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s makin' good progress with her AHEM &amp; I can't keep up with her Spiced-up life! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GP MIDS was fineee tdy, except that i freezed my butt off in that freaking coldddddd LT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And like my GP teacher acty gave us like 2/3 of the essay qns that came out, during lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUTTTT wth my essay was sooo primary-sch standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realised I have very little time to my mids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos it isn't like ONE WHOLE SOLID MTH of studying for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got NETBALL(which takes up alot of my time, like my countless trngs&amp; the 30-hour netball marathon) &amp;amp; OBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus all that extra lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I guess I'll deprive myself from going out, cos I really can't fail my mids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I discipline msyelf :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trng tmrwwww, &amp; I got to be there at like SEVEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're going to plan the Farwell Party for the snrs. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAH &amp;amp; we're getting team bag, towel &amp; water bottle for ourselves, HOPEFULLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH OH OH, Wow went Friendster-hopping tdy, &amp;amp; BOY, did I come across alot of well. OK nvm. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA NUT OUR EYECANDY'S FRIENDSTER, GO SEE GO SEE! HAHAHA(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-114865526148782990?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/114865526148782990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=114865526148782990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114865526148782990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114865526148782990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-been-greattt-fun-with-nut-this-two.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-114839304659089213</id><published>2006-05-23T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:12.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;KING LEAR test was a killerrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, at least it was for ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the rate I'm going, it won't come in as surprise if i retain at the end of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shit I better BUCK UP, push all my distractions aside &amp; do my work conscientiously ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so angry and irritated and everything I wasn't before the first time things happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was ALLL FINEEEE  &amp; now it's just the perfect opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyw I dislike Pj alot now, SO MUCH FOR A FUN CULTURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay maybe it's just me la huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want Shobah, I miss you BESTIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want the Green Bitches Times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss Audrey &amp;amp; I'm dying without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note, SO MUCH OF CHOCOLATE BARS in my fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's BLOODY tempting, i swear. BUT I'VE GOT TO RESIST ; D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't do my pull-ups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have no idea how upset i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one knows, no one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-114839304659089213?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/114839304659089213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=114839304659089213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114839304659089213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114839304659089213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/05/king-lear-test-was-killerrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-114831234898256597</id><published>2006-05-22T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:12.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3 Reasons why I avoid keeping long nails.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1 I SCRATCH MYSELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 When try t pry sthg open with my fingernails, it breaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#3 I scratch people when Im playing netball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay shit I feel like CRAP now, after I saw some stuff. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FREAK. WHY DID I ALLOW MY EMOTIONS TO GET THE BETTER OF ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was in perfect control over it, &amp; this could have been, well, AVOIDED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay fine, ARGHHHH so what's bloody done can't be undone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyw, I think my trip t the polyclinic was the ultimate.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE POURING RAIN, THE WAITING &amp;amp; NO JAB FOR ME ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conveniently skipped MTL lesson to go for my OBS medical checkup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom's backkkk from Europe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love (the stuff she got for me! PLUS THE CHOCOLATES OF COURSE.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;; YOU SO SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think I made a fool of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-114831234898256597?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/114831234898256597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=114831234898256597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114831234898256597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114831234898256597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-reasons-why-i-avoid-keeping-long.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-114796911773043108</id><published>2006-05-18T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay I absolutely adore my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ADORABLE CONSCIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;333&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Two rounds ard the track after sch, &amp; us jumping ard(i bet we looked like a pair of retards) kinda got the soccer boys to think we lost our minds ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And UHHHMMMMM, i've been elected the Netball captain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came in as a shock, but well I hope t be able to do a good job with dearest TwinTower HAZWANI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glad she's Vice-capt. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; we're going for&lt;strong&gt; OBS RESIDENTIAL&lt;/strong&gt; during the june hols ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, so anyw I had PE lesson tdy &amp; i tried medicine ball first before i started on my IMPOSSIBLE PULL-UPS. Did it with Nut first, then John Tim &amp;amp; Eve joined in. HEEHEE but ended up doing it with Tim.(: and well well, i managed to only do four pull-ups in the endddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mrs Lim was kinda pissed i guess, &amp; she said " Somemore you are slim, you should be able to do it". Haha, I really don't see the link. And BESIDESSSSS, I AM SOOOO   FATTTTTTT  CAN SHE SAY I'M SLIM, GOODNESS. But then again, Mrs Lim's very nice (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEE, PE REP OK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLUS TAMIL CAMP YTD was fine la huh. Except that I CANNOT play soccer for nuts. And and and I made new friends. (: SIGH I think I'm the only Indian in sch who doesn't know how to speak Tamil la ok. I'm beyond hope. (: But for now, I'm pretty ok with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sch seems like a challenge now, now that I can't slack as much as before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Managed to postpone KING LEAR TEST to next tuesday! YAY I LOVE MR SAS : DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH MY GOD AND I ACCIDENTALLY CALLED AUD'S PRAVIN YTD WHEN I WAS SUPPOSED TO CALL THAT PJ PRAVIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahahah and aud&amp;pravin wanted to call me last night to mock me, BUT BUT BUT I don't know why I din't get the call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;STHG'S SO BLOODY WRONG WITH MY PHONE. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JJ TALENTIMEEEEE TMRW YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going with Fiz &amp;amp; Mdm Rina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIMPLE OUTBREAK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; makes me uglier than I already am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS/ it's LOW SELF-ESTEEM month this MAYYY (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; I want to make it go away. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make your everything alright.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pretty sky makes Shaminah a very very very happy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shit i miss crescent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-114796911773043108?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/114796911773043108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=114796911773043108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114796911773043108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114796911773043108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay-i-absolutely-adore-my-adorable.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-114778689614699859</id><published>2006-05-16T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:11.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE SUCKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My hair ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS looks so screwed-up &amp; messy &amp;amp; frizzy in sch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp; it's so nice at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGH this is so unfair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY din't do PE tdy, for the first time : DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I just need to do my ELEVEN(this seems highly impossible, i tell you) INCLINED PULL-UPS, and the golddddd is mineeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, hope i get it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or it'll be like the firstttt time i don't. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyw stayed back to do work with Jasmine(!!!) till about 8 i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha but we din't get any work done, cos we were too busy story-telling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then talked to Liyuan darlin' &amp;amp; Fazly for a while. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I MISS LIYUAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speaking of which, DAPHNE DARLING came over to pj tdy. Felt sooo goood to see her (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AWWESOME FOURRSOME.(:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/IMG_2915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7758/264/320/IMG_2920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You think you're helping me, but you're just making things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now that you did, I hope you feel good about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I finally figured things out and told nut what I felt. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MY CUTE CONSCIENCE, HOPE YOUR BACK'S OKAY. (: &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alrighttt two peoms to analyse, and a lit essay to do ://&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SHIT plus there's that STUUUUUPID MTL CAMP TMRW. SICK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND AND AND we're choosing our captain for netball tmrw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How exciting -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-114778689614699859?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/114778689614699859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=114778689614699859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114778689614699859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114778689614699859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-114770792973198507</id><published>2006-05-15T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i'm feeling rather moody now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But so many people have made me feel a whole lot better tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ms Chua(!!),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shobah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kannan&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heehee, Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, ms chua kinda like asked me what bra i was going to wear tmrw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was so out of the blueee &amp; she said it was good to know that she made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talk about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY HORMONES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I irritated so many people today with my new favvvvv songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HEY MICKEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STUPID CUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really annoying songs, but hey! they're cute &amp; i love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND SO DOES MY PRETTY BEEP, JASMINE: DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shitttttttttt PE tmrw = i CANNOT run away from INCLINED PULL-UPS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can barely do it la ok, how very depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But thank god, i'm done with my 2.4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hapy with an A, but timing's worse than sec4. HOW ODD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stayed back till 730 to do my econs in sch. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then dinner with DEEPA &amp;amp; NUT at food junction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oooooh, we didn't visit the Land of Doom AKA Macdonalds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEH, MY DEAREST CUTE CONSCIENCE(nut), you're still TWOOO meals ahead of us :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH OH OH! I SAW IYLIA MY EYECANDY TODAY. GOD I'M SO HAPPY. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1 so i slacked over the weekend &amp; now i have to face the consequences of rushing through my undone homewk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homewk piles up&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; SOOO QUICKLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 the hockey boys we bumped into in lot1 teased me. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahahah &amp;amp; it isn't even true what they said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, paranoia's going to eat me up alive HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i &lt;u&gt;loveeee&lt;/u&gt; the late night, along-the-canal longgg walk home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Rejuvenating. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;; can't get enough. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-114770792973198507?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/114770792973198507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=114770792973198507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114770792973198507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114770792973198507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-im-feeling-rather-moody-now.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8156052.post-114761833909347025</id><published>2006-05-14T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:15:10.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's 2230 now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And well, what's new I HAVEN'T DONE ANY OF MY TUTORIALS YET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so i bummed ard&lt;br /&gt;(whats new!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;since i was HOME ALONE for like the whole weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I rmbr doing over the weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; Going to shumz's really nice house with her really nice room(we all refused to step out of it, she had to chase us out) to do our PW.&lt;br /&gt;; And we ended up not doing out work, but eating all her chocs&lt;br /&gt;; Then went for class outing at Breeks &amp; went well, shopping at Far East.&lt;br /&gt;; I've developed a new love for Old Chang Kee's PEPPER'O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; Going for netball trng and running all ard the sch looking for the bloody cage's key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; Coach making us do stupid drills, but ahhh the last drill was SO COOL. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; Calling like a million people &amp; asking them to join me for lunch after trng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; Ending up eating MAGGI MI at home. : D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; Watched Beauty &amp; the Beast ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; OH! Changed my email for MSN to &lt;a href="mailto:your.pancakes@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your.pancakes@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (so add me up, darlings.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; I MISS MY MOMMY. (never thought i'd miss her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; Talking to Nataniaaaa on the phone ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; She's my conscience la ok. That's a SURE THING NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; Hari telling me I'm with someone else(god, this is silly.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;; WATCHED MY ALL-TIME FAVVVV FABBB &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A WALK TO REMEMBER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear that's the BESTEST MOVIE OF ALL-TIME OK. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like it's just sugarsweet to the maximum &amp; well, it's JUST MY FAVVVVV la ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stupid Cupid's&lt;/span&gt; a REALLY CUTE SONG &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(unlike tupac songs, see someone says i don't understand men HAHAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha AND shumz wouldn't allow me to send it to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok I 'd better start on my work now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Byebye. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; youuuu're my cheappppp thrrrrrrill. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You're lovely, underneath it all (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[edit/]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHA MY CONV WITH MAZNAH. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;RAHH.HOT STUFF=)  were u at holland today&lt;br /&gt;RAHH.HOT STUFF=)  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;/ I AM SHAMINAH (:  HUH!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;/ I AM SHAMINAH (:&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; NOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHH.HOT STUFF=)  u're hot stuff too la&lt;br /&gt;RAHH.HOT STUFF=) hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;/ I AM SHAMINAH (: i din't step out of my house tdy, darlin'. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;RAHH.HOT STUFF=)  i swear i tot i saw u in hot pink shorts&lt;br /&gt;RAHH.HOT STUFF=) like SHORT HOT shorts&lt;br /&gt;RAHH.HOT STUFF=) hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;RAHH.HOT STUFF=) hot stuff eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;/ I AM SHAMINAH (:  HAHAHHAHA OH MY GOSH NO&lt;br /&gt;&amp;/ I AM SHAMINAH (:  HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&amp;/ I AM SHAMINAH (:  i think you saw the wrong person ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;RAHH.HOT STUFF=)  but i recognised those LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG legs la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyw i've been chatting with loads people i never chatted before, now that i've re-added everyone with my new email add. Very nostalgic.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh sch tmrwwww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8156052-114761833909347025?l=memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/feeds/114761833909347025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8156052&amp;postID=114761833909347025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114761833909347025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8156052/posts/default/114761833909347025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriesfadingaway.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-2230-now.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
