<?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-21089607</id><updated>2011-09-07T19:50:04.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you ((:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-1692930392670874445</id><published>2010-12-10T21:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:37:47.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't feel like me</title><content type='html'>LOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 366px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/TQI1Btn3EnI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9WBps4mxmME/s400/tumblr_lazg45UWXh1qztsrto1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549055994416796274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Christmas, I gave you my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But the very next day, you gave it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This year, to save me from tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll give it to someone special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-1692930392670874445?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1692930392670874445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1692930392670874445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/12/doesnt-feel-like-me.html' title='Doesn&apos;t feel like me'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/TQI1Btn3EnI/AAAAAAAAAp4/9WBps4mxmME/s72-c/tumblr_lazg45UWXh1qztsrto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-1321874737541933372</id><published>2010-11-10T16:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T16:52:31.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attraversiamo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 370px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/TNpYPuLS3VI/AAAAAAAAApo/ybmvXX2kCT0/s400/tumblr_lb5b93EGcc1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537835718922132818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 372px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/TNpYityVckI/AAAAAAAAApw/nPD05AmlNTY/s400/tumblr_lb6aawJ4wc1qe0hneo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537836045234958914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, people are afraid of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're afraid that if things start to change, we'll ONLY be destroyed and hurt.&lt;br /&gt;We're afraid that we make the wrong choice and end up on the wrong road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TWC Prof is an old man.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't like changes. Whenever new technology comes out, he have to try and learn them all over again.&lt;br /&gt;He takes time to get used to new softwares and dislikes the fact that he is new &amp;amp; fragile to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend holds a leadership position in a club.&lt;br /&gt;Her style of working is very rigid.&lt;br /&gt;She follows the book strictly and dislike having new ideas or changes to the way the club is running.&lt;br /&gt;She's afraid that if we don't follow the traditional way of running the club, it would collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of change.&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely afraid of what will happen if I start to trust love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that if I, just for once, say yes, I will end up hurting someone/myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, everyone wants change.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how scared they are of change, they still want it to come.&lt;br /&gt;Change may not be as bad a thing as we made them out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be hurt, we may be tortured, we may be sad when change arrives.&lt;br /&gt;But after change is gone, we almost always, realise that change brings a better future, a better us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraversiamo - Let's cross over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day I can say this out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day, I can acknowledge this word and say it like I mean it, &amp;amp; be prepared to embrace and be grateful for all the changes that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause these things will change, can you feel it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These walls that they put up to hold us will fall down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-1321874737541933372?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1321874737541933372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1321874737541933372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/11/attraversiamo.html' title='Attraversiamo'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/TNpYPuLS3VI/AAAAAAAAApo/ybmvXX2kCT0/s72-c/tumblr_lb5b93EGcc1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-1475517501783147327</id><published>2010-11-08T10:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T12:09:23.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I realise, it was only just a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 368px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/TNd3MsVdq8I/AAAAAAAAApg/QZRsAzuLtHQ/s400/tumblr_l6z8d1FIIG1qc9iio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537025326818634690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some days I don't feel like trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some  days you know I wanna just give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When it doesn't  matter who's right fight about it all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had  enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You give me that look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm  sorry baby let's make up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You do that thing that  makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile everyday cause it makes people around you smile.&lt;br /&gt;What if I die tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;So many things I've yet to do, so many things I've yet to see/experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the moment I stay in this house, these kind of shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;Suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm laying all alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-1475517501783147327?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1475517501783147327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1475517501783147327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-realise-it-was-only-just-dream.html' title='I realise, it was only just a dream'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/TNd3MsVdq8I/AAAAAAAAApg/QZRsAzuLtHQ/s72-c/tumblr_l6z8d1FIIG1qc9iio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5250921864471783604</id><published>2010-10-25T02:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T02:20:14.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to find myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 372px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/TMR3ZCZIHyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4THD0DVncdA/s400/The+end+is+only+beginning.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531677514340507426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad things have gone so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself a little way back, but I'm fortunate to have found myself back.&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm not sure if everything is back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I still feel sad over the fact that we are no longer talking.&lt;br /&gt;It's not normal. It's like we really haven't talked for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a hi or bye, not even a how are you today or are you fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awkward, and you prolly don't want to be making the conversation anways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel sad now that we seem like no longer friends.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll look on the positive side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy because I can choose to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile, I'll reflect on myself. I'll be a little truthful to myself&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'll let myself feel sad and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that is done, I will remind myself to stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;To feel fortunate that at least things dint go as bad as it could have.&lt;br /&gt;At least we're still stranger, friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, when you need me to be there, I'll promise that you can depend on me.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the best person to look for, I may not be able to solve all of your problems, but I WILL be there. I WILL be someone you can depend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask that you do the same for me, just let me be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'll ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I do hope, that one day, you'll truly forgive me, &amp;amp; we'll be the close friend that we were as before. Because then, I'll be truly happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-5250921864471783604?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5250921864471783604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5250921864471783604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/10/trying-to-find-myself.html' title='Trying to find myself'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/TMR3ZCZIHyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4THD0DVncdA/s72-c/The+end+is+only+beginning.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-6435222928643813725</id><published>2010-10-09T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:33:20.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I really feel that lonely, that unwanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 362px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/TLCFF9uIB9I/AAAAAAAAAow/YRpbH998ENM/s400/tumblr_l49tyz422G1qaobbk.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526063080297465810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That old bad feeling comes back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea why I've been making people being mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a lousy friend &amp;amp; I think I've repeated that for many a times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel lonely, look around, look up, look down, look left &amp;amp; look right.&lt;br /&gt;You might just find someone who is as lonely as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is only for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;The couples want time for themselves, the singles want time for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's left of you is eventually yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Try to be a bit smarter, try to reflect more on yourself, try to be a better friend, try to smile more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as hard as I might, I always fail, badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/kaili.tee.2009/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Random/%E2%99%A5/tumblr_l49tyz422G1qaobbk.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-6435222928643813725?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6435222928643813725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6435222928643813725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-really-feel-that-lonely.html' title='Sometimes I really feel that lonely, that unwanted'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/TLCFF9uIB9I/AAAAAAAAAow/YRpbH998ENM/s72-c/tumblr_l49tyz422G1qaobbk.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-147926475010922559</id><published>2010-09-26T14:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:52:16.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends ever again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/TJ7prnVb2-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/PtE07JNAjxQ/s400/tumblr_kp6vsifsh71qzfvoco1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521107128705342434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we friends, are we not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1 was awesome &amp;amp; perfect last night (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much tiang for making my day &amp;amp; giving me the best nights of my whole life! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper at night was kind of bad.&lt;br /&gt;That deadly place reminds me of that scene.&lt;br /&gt;It came flashing back &amp;amp; didn't stop replaying in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Xiao Zhuang went through that turn again, it was really terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;I could see the pole in front of my eyes again, &amp;amp; my heart stopped beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place feels scary to me now. I love speed.&lt;br /&gt;But I learned to hate blind spots. &amp;amp; I can't stop myself from imagining another car coming from the opposite direction. Every same turn made my heart beat accelerate. When we came too close to anything at all, I start having pictures in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this could stop. &amp;amp; that nightmare, I never want to have it again, much less having it keep playing in my head over &amp;amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; you, we used to be very close, we used to be that kind of girlfriends, where you'd always tell me your troubles, where I'll always be there for you when you're troubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems its no longer the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its as though something huge has gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking what is it that happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when things aren't right, you do not turn to me anymore. Instead, you looked for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you felt like talking to someone about something, you do not look for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have made a big mistake in the past, but I thought we were over it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe you &amp;amp; I aren't. Maybe you can never forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see I'm not the one you look for anymore. It hurts to see that you no longer trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I am that bad a friend, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems like whatever I try to do to help, it's all futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excluding me from everything makes me feel as though you're sending me a message to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can stop feeling so upset about this. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends, I guess we are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-147926475010922559?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/147926475010922559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/147926475010922559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends-ever-again.html' title='Friends ever again?'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/TJ7prnVb2-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/PtE07JNAjxQ/s72-c/tumblr_kp6vsifsh71qzfvoco1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5804669796474743489</id><published>2010-09-11T12:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:40:51.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriends (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/TIsFuHmCzEI/AAAAAAAAAog/JH1FXtQnFbk/s400/tumblr_l449onUGwy1qzw0h4o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515508458516040770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my bestfriend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be able to find the time to keep you accompany now, &amp;amp; you might misunderstand that I don't want to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, from the bottom of my heart, I treasure you. More than a family member, you're that close, that important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not understand what I'm going through, might not understand why I can't find the time off to see you, even if it's only for a short little lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I always hope you'd understand. Because you're my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I always hope you're the one who knows me best (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how angry you feel towards me, for I am such a lousy friend,&lt;br /&gt;I still hope that at the end of the day, we'll be bestfriends for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all that you've done for me. You're so dear to me, yet I cannot express those feelings in words. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do not doubt my feelings, for you will always be the only bestfriend that I'll ever ever have. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for tolerating my short-comings, thank you for being there for me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for believing in me, for giving me a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't screw up this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriends forever, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can’t tell you what it really is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I  can only tell you what it feels like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-5804669796474743489?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5804669796474743489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5804669796474743489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/09/bestfriends.html' title='Bestfriends (:'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/TIsFuHmCzEI/AAAAAAAAAog/JH1FXtQnFbk/s72-c/tumblr_l449onUGwy1qzw0h4o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-6596941025355563048</id><published>2010-09-08T23:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:40:22.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong, where are we heading</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 367px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/TIezxg0Cr9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/GrGAgbVVdVE/s400/tumblr_l3nf4m2txu1qzmjc1o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514573931941638098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 364px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/TIezsxVtagI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/rv0t5xVvxgE/s400/tumblr_l83i6rB2Pj1qzmz4co1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514573850478471682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been feeling very good ever since term started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things have changed, &amp;amp; I don't know if it's for the good or the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing for sure, I'm happy that the couples all found their happiness (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly feel happy when the couples get together &amp;amp; when they show each other how much they really care for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all drifting, we're drifting &amp;amp; yet we do not realise, or maybe we dare not admit.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad that I was the course of the quarrel, I feel guilty that I made a wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the issue is solved now, I guess the scar is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame you for being angry with me, I don't blame you for holding me responsible.&lt;br /&gt;But this treatment, is alittle too hurting. This ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drifting, I'm no longer accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend whom I was concerned about no longer talks to me.&lt;br /&gt;The circle, who used to always cliqued around together no matter what, no matter when, no longer is a clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem to be still as close as before, but I seem to be left out, outcast-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drifting, I do not belong there anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish things were the same as before..&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing ever changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-6596941025355563048?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6596941025355563048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6596941025355563048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-wrong-where-are-we-heading.html' title='What&apos;s wrong, where are we heading'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/TIezxg0Cr9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/GrGAgbVVdVE/s72-c/tumblr_l3nf4m2txu1qzmjc1o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-1608348305247743120</id><published>2010-03-15T22:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:05:13.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening, what's happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 370px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/S55Ktx3rzKI/AAAAAAAAAoA/PCZ-_PitAng/s400/3818872786_8d4e630a45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448874749506342050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you're feeling alone, don't be scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look around you because you'll realise there are people by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or shout into the empty space, because you never know, there might be a reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Terence Lee for drinks at Timbre just now &amp;amp; I'm back to school to mug.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of glad that I went cause I got to catch up with him alittle, even though it was only for a mere half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my awesome friends,&lt;br /&gt;but even if I miss them, they wouldnt know, they wouldnt realise.&lt;br /&gt;Because I never showed that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that you must make the effort to keep the relationship going&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if you're too lazy to do that, you only have yourself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buck up, I need to mug more, &amp;amp; I need to pay more attention to LTK.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that takes a whole lot of effort. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if I don't get an A, but at least give me an average GPA of 3.0&lt;br /&gt;I'd be more than happy &amp;amp; I'll be satisfied (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can foresee a whole lot of hell for me to suffer next sem &amp;amp; I should be mentally prepared,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; since I'm going for so many camps, I ought to be able to be responsible for what I am taking up this summer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ja a ja fighting! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without a word love leaves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without a word love abandons me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-1608348305247743120?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1608348305247743120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1608348305247743120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/03/happening-whats-happening.html' title='Happening, what&apos;s happening'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/S55Ktx3rzKI/AAAAAAAAAoA/PCZ-_PitAng/s72-c/3818872786_8d4e630a45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5205145093934843491</id><published>2010-03-03T12:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:40:32.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a moment, I thought it was you standing by my side</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/S438-X5PtKI/AAAAAAAAAno/KPlQ58BWwN8/s400/tumblr_kxyjg396cv1qzilps.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444285673057006754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down, 1 day, 18 hours, 17 minutes and 0 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A magic moment I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magic moment I remember:&lt;br /&gt;I raised my eyes and you were there,&lt;br /&gt;A fleeting vision, the quintessence&lt;br /&gt;Of all that's beautiful and rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to mute despair and anguish,&lt;br /&gt;To vain pursuits the world esteems,&lt;br /&gt;Long did I near your soothing accents,&lt;br /&gt;Long did your features haunt my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered&lt;br /&gt;The reveries that once were mine&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot your soothing accents,&lt;br /&gt;Your features gracefully divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dark days of enforced retirement&lt;br /&gt;I gazed upon grey skies above&lt;br /&gt;With no ideals to inspire me,&lt;br /&gt;No one to cry for, live for, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a moment of renaissance,&lt;br /&gt;I looked up - you again are there,&lt;br /&gt;A fleeting vision the quintessence&lt;br /&gt;Of all that's beautiful and rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Pushkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:ms sans serif,arial,Helvetica,SansSerif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:comic sans ms,verdana,arial,helvetica,Arial Narrow;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-5205145093934843491?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5205145093934843491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5205145093934843491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-moment-i-thought-it-was-you.html' title='For a moment, I thought it was you standing by my side'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/S438-X5PtKI/AAAAAAAAAno/KPlQ58BWwN8/s72-c/tumblr_kxyjg396cv1qzilps.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-312881762981843298</id><published>2010-03-02T20:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:03:56.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I, we're on the same chord</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 301px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/S4z97wmutII/AAAAAAAAAng/txFyrE7ck2k/s400/reading-but-not-studying.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444005252685542530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stats stats stats stats stats stats stats&lt;br /&gt;I love you, so please, don't do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;Bestow a stats debugger in me pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. (:&lt;br /&gt;I need an A an A an A an AAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to L4D.&lt;br /&gt;It's become my daily dose of stress reliever.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I suck at it, but it still makes me happy, in a way (:&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prolly because of the people whom I'm playing with&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Wolfman today, &amp;amp; it's the first time that I got shocked in an action film.&lt;br /&gt;Was it because the whole theater consisted of only 4 people? Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;The wolf's sudden appearance actually caught me off guard. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Alice in Wonderland, my first 3D show woohooooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the books &amp;amp; notes &amp;amp; what not ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've got you at the back of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every minute, every second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-312881762981843298?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/312881762981843298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/312881762981843298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-you-were-on-same-chord.html' title='You and I, we&apos;re on the same chord'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/S4z97wmutII/AAAAAAAAAng/txFyrE7ck2k/s72-c/reading-but-not-studying.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5129910316319483044</id><published>2010-03-01T16:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:46:53.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I regretted, but I'm learning to let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default; width: 370px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/S4t8W52JLUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/l4oGZuF2ai8/s400/6a00d8341c10fd53ef00e54f318ad08833-640wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443581307534257474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent half of the day slacking &amp;amp; my paper is in 4 days time. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to waste, dear, no time to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home that day, I pondered over your words.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you bother telling me all these?&lt;br /&gt;I placed myself in your shoes, &amp;amp; I felt the exact same dilemma as you did.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I would have done the same thing you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, as a friend, I'd still advise the same thing, &amp;amp; I'll still say the same to you again.&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't be regretting that you left her.&lt;br /&gt;Because you didn't leave her. She left you for another guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics, please come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need you now, badly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only proud that I finished 2 dramas over the weekend ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-5129910316319483044?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5129910316319483044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5129910316319483044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-regretted-but-im-learning-to-let-go.html' title='I regretted, but I&apos;m learning to let go'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/S4t8W52JLUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/l4oGZuF2ai8/s72-c/6a00d8341c10fd53ef00e54f318ad08833-640wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-1776670575181781218</id><published>2010-01-11T23:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:29:25.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You give me something</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: default" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425502715410628658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/S0tB-V_3wDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/yXt3sm08V4w/s400/00014ks1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make my mind go crazy when everyone else thought I was in the right mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me speechless, when there's a million words rising in my head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make my heart skip a beat, when the doctor said I had a healthy heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you want me to do, when I wouldn't bear to see you step out of my sight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good good lot makes one smile for a good good period of time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lot No. 68 : Good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whahahaha. Feels great. But shall remind myself not to be greedy, &amp;amp; always to be grateful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my laptop screen protector &amp;amp; keyboard guard today at Sim Lim Square.&lt;br /&gt;The laptop skins look damn frigging cute! But I have no moneh to spend ):&lt;br /&gt;Anways, bought stickers for my keyboard, but I just realised it's hard to paste all of them because they kind of overlap. Don't know how to explain this, but anways, shall find a way to make do. (:&lt;br /&gt;They are so cute I don't bear to use them! Whahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30AM lesson tomorrow! ): Better head to bed soon (:&lt;br /&gt;Love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never thought that I'd love someone,&lt;br /&gt;That was someone else's dream.&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/21089607-1776670575181781218?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1776670575181781218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1776670575181781218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-give-me-something.html' title='You give me something'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/S0tB-V_3wDI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/yXt3sm08V4w/s72-c/00014ks1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-8613838417001309850</id><published>2010-01-10T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:36:22.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's to say, we'll be okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: default" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424992689655996498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/S0lyG8AJYFI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Fs5DzIf1ouM/s400/black%2520and%2520white%2520tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dreamt of you, I dreamt of all the things we did/never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the temple in a few hours' time!&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate going to the temple.&lt;br /&gt;But as I grew older, I don't hate it as much.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I visit the temple, I make lots of prayers.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for my family's well-being &amp;amp; for the health of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is being scandalous all you ever wanted?&lt;br /&gt;You'll tell me when you feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The things we did, I locked inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Where I know I won't forget;&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/21089607-8613838417001309850?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8613838417001309850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8613838417001309850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/01/whos-to-say-well-be-okay.html' title='Who&apos;s to say, we&apos;ll be okay'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/S0lyG8AJYFI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Fs5DzIf1ouM/s72-c/black%2520and%2520white%2520tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7352305950600971009</id><published>2010-01-06T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:55:10.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: default" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423299024231632546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/S0NtuooMjqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/R-p2EO0OfFo/s400/2506676449_32bdac65f0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to help every other people around me but myself.&lt;br /&gt;I know how to tell you what to do but I have no idea what my next step should be.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to walk on, be brave &amp;amp; grow stronger but I have no idea how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought you were the one,&lt;br /&gt;Are you the only one?&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/21089607-7352305950600971009?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7352305950600971009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7352305950600971009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-other-side.html' title='On the other side'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/S0NtuooMjqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/R-p2EO0OfFo/s72-c/2506676449_32bdac65f0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-3416087956437592565</id><published>2010-01-03T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:59:45.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New clean start</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: default" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422526863056763058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/S0Cvc8GC-LI/AAAAAAAAAm4/JMCNXezW0Nk/s400/happynewyear-2000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2010. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three new couples to start off a very &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like to make new year resolutions. I have a million resolutions but I always never accomplish them. Makes me feel useless. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-3416087956437592565?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3416087956437592565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3416087956437592565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-clean-start.html' title='New clean start'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/S0Cvc8GC-LI/AAAAAAAAAm4/JMCNXezW0Nk/s72-c/happynewyear-2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-9085297060498396780</id><published>2009-11-25T21:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:02:57.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You try to endure</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 363px; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: default" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408034787973631474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/Sw0y_JYfjfI/AAAAAAAAAmw/zhAldo6ULgc/s400/3556242067_5f619199a7_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg So many sleepless nights. Not really sleepless I would say.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's not that I can't fall asleep, I just cannot afford to sleep. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimples &amp;amp; wrinkles &amp;amp; eyebags are trying to become my bestfriends now ): ROARRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;It's not a good thing at all. I need to get my beauty sleep back. Just a few more nights to go sweetheart. Hang on! :D (Self-motivation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I've been missing alot of people. All my bestfriends, my good old friends and old but not really that old friends. Omg I can't help feeling so guilty that I haven't been in contact with all of them for so long!&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I'm always THAT busy. I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have the time for catch up ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I know I've got to do something about it. Regret it is, if I do not. I'm working on it sweeties, I'm really working on it. Give me just a little bit more time to sort things out alittle (: I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the stars are out tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; they're bound to guide my way&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/21089607-9085297060498396780?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/9085297060498396780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/9085297060498396780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-try-to-endure.html' title='You try to endure'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/Sw0y_JYfjfI/AAAAAAAAAmw/zhAldo6ULgc/s72-c/3556242067_5f619199a7_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-1201877398121343066</id><published>2009-11-24T22:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:28:57.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not how I want it to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 337px; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: default" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407675766281065234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SwvsdVWr0xI/AAAAAAAAAmo/moi7GWcW9Cs/s400/96193370_20d335e3f0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's been a million years since I last updated this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's turned kinda quiet down here because apparently the owner abandoned the place for quite awhile &amp;amp; well, the readers left too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a good thing I suppose because now it's turned into my quiet corner again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff happened while I was hibernating. There were ups, downs, left and right, I guess. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, back to Gossip Girls (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-1201877398121343066?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1201877398121343066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1201877398121343066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-not-how-i-want-it-to-be.html' title='This is not how I want it to be'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SwvsdVWr0xI/AAAAAAAAAmo/moi7GWcW9Cs/s72-c/96193370_20d335e3f0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-8545733641049083322</id><published>2009-07-05T23:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:59:26.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only you'd pretend for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday night was effing awesomeeeeeeee!! ♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Guan Yu (at work) for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Met up with Sharmaine around 8/9 PM.&lt;br /&gt;We got tickets for Transformers at 1.15 AM which is rather dumb of us cause we could have gotten earlier ones. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind since we got rather good seats afterall. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we still had another 4 longggggggggggggggggg hours to go before the show.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted &amp;amp; laughed like crazy for 2.5 hours in Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 2 hours were long but every bit of it was totally greeeeeeeat ♥&lt;br /&gt;I had a hell lot of fun making Sharmaine laugh like mad. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Highlight for the night wasn't the chat nor was it the movie.&lt;br /&gt;It's superrrrrrrrr ultra embarrassing encounter with cockroach &amp;amp; stranger beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Omgahhhhhhhhhhhh. Most embarrassing event of the year. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Transformers at such an ungodly hour is still awesome!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Totally enjoyed the 2.5 hr show. But got pretty tired when we got out of the theatre cause it was like near to 4 by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is damn cutesy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; &amp;amp; &amp;amp; KIM JONG WOOK is the new ♥ !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/spL2rrKr2tI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/spL2rrKr2tI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundred times a day, even if I stop ten of them&lt;br /&gt;There are too many guys&lt;br /&gt;By any chance, who am I going to pick now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice looking, strong and well-mannered one&lt;br /&gt;In addition to a sportscar&lt;br /&gt;I won't take it, if you don't suit the criteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I'm well aware of it&lt;br /&gt;I'm unfashionably dressed&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm an opportunity&lt;br /&gt;Can't you give me a chance?&lt;br /&gt;Can't you pretend if you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like the others, you see&lt;br /&gt;The more you'll see me, the better&lt;br /&gt;I'm that kind of person, how come you don't know&lt;br /&gt;If you wouldn't look at my appearance&lt;br /&gt;If you could see the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me for one time, and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would pretend to see me, you know&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you want to be with that person&lt;br /&gt;While I can see us stay together&lt;br /&gt;And I am sure you'll be impressed by me&lt;br /&gt;But I really ask you&lt;br /&gt;Since you meet a lot of people, you see&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make my heartbeat skip&lt;br /&gt;If you are not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I'm well aware of it&lt;br /&gt;I'm unfashionably dressed&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm an opportunity&lt;br /&gt;Can't you give me a chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only pretend, you know&lt;br /&gt;He is a good match for me&lt;br /&gt;Being together only with you&lt;br /&gt;Repeatedly being fluttered by that kind of person&lt;br /&gt;If I only see you, you know&lt;br /&gt;Will you be addicted to me, won't you love others&lt;br /&gt;I could possibly love you&lt;br /&gt;It will be uneasy for you again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be with you everyday&lt;br /&gt;And after ten years&lt;br /&gt;Still like the same person&lt;br /&gt;I am the one, why don't you see that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you are&lt;br /&gt;If you only pretend to see&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't need any other man again&lt;br /&gt;If you would grasp it&lt;br /&gt;You would understand we're the perfect match&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man for you, can't you see&lt;br /&gt;If you only would see me, you know&lt;br /&gt;I only love one person forever&lt;br /&gt;You're the one for me, you're the only one for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-8545733641049083322?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8545733641049083322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8545733641049083322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-only-youd-pretend-for-me.html' title='If only you&apos;d pretend for me'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-2398609536371240476</id><published>2009-07-01T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:21:44.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: default" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353897950735129522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/Skzd0e1CW7I/AAAAAAAAAkY/c_MgB_RqzwQ/s400/image_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ You Boyfriend! :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You totally make my day. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I NEEDA DIET PLAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. For reeeeeeeeeal. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me come up with one pleaseeeeeeee? I have a month to go. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Me is a Vainpot. But so what. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tee&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha I eaaaaaaaaaaaaat a lot man! Hahaha Plus I eat all the unhealthy food&lt;br /&gt;cannot cannot&lt;br /&gt;must really lessen my intake already hahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♡ ©hLðE aka {§Ö©k[z]} ❤&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;try to eat more healthy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tee&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha Ogay! I shall do that! Is eating maggie enough? HAHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♡ ©hLðE aka {§Ö©k[z]} ❤&lt;/strong&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one new friend I've gained enough courage to know so far. Haha &amp;amp; we hit it off god-dang well! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss darlingggggg, I hope she's fine. &lt;strong&gt;EN NING CAN ACTUALLY COMMIT SUICIDE &amp;amp; GO DIE!!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My door is open/closed/open/closed/open/open/closed. Wtf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll feel my heart implode, &amp;amp; I'm breaking out&lt;br /&gt;Escaping now, feeling my faith erode&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/21089607-2398609536371240476?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2398609536371240476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2398609536371240476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-needa-diet-plan.html' title='&amp;hearts;'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/Skzd0e1CW7I/AAAAAAAAAkY/c_MgB_RqzwQ/s72-c/image_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-1350413734767714109</id><published>2009-06-29T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:57:40.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If this isn't love, tell me what it is</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352585106638545810" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 374px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/Skgzy5c8o5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/6BSe8UA95J0/s400/winner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay, everyone around me is suddenly talking about this big word now.&lt;br /&gt;Being a&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WINNER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a loser. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too want to earn big bucks now &amp;amp; in the future. &amp;amp; Come on, tell me who don't want this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But if anyone &amp;amp; everyone can be one that easily, the word loser can be taken out from the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, someone has to be the loser.&lt;br /&gt;This is reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truely happy for my friends who are on their way to being a winner now.&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt I can join the path. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'd have a hell lot of obstacles to cross, &amp;amp; I doubt I have the determination or will to. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I move on or stay put?&lt;br /&gt;That, I'd have to question myself. &lt;em&gt;(&amp;amp; I know I wouldn't have an answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It'll all get better in time&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/21089607-1350413734767714109?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1350413734767714109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1350413734767714109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-this-isnt-love-tell-me-what-it-is.html' title='If this isn&apos;t love, tell me what it is'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/Skgzy5c8o5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/6BSe8UA95J0/s72-c/winner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7468341314711325741</id><published>2009-06-28T04:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:58:43.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, don't leave me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352087222104177170" style="WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SkZu-NBtOhI/AAAAAAAAAio/cl6zuJ8MhfA/s400/P270609_22.03edited002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today/yesterday is/was totally awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. (Forget about the pang-seh-ers &amp;amp; morning rotting part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to curl my hair but it couldn't last more than half an hour. ):&lt;br /&gt;But I love my awfully messy hair that resulted from it Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352095071167617826" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SkZ2HFEQmyI/AAAAAAAAAiw/7N9HXa1nU7s/s400/P270609_18.19edited003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352095070848590210" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SkZ2HD4MoYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/u_rnwcSkccY/s400/P270609_19.06edited000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Shar &amp;amp; Gersh in the evening &amp;amp; trained to town JUST to get my commission slip printed.&lt;br /&gt;Assholes there aren't very helpful. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasir ris thereafter for Jia Feng's birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;But it was somehow quite awkward cause neither me nor Shar are close to the people there.&lt;br /&gt;So we left after the singing &amp;amp; cutting &amp;amp; headed down to Newton Circus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352087214190241890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SkZu9vi4KGI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/evwsL9EBfOM/s400/Image11edited001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352087209349480834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SkZu9dgwAYI/AAAAAAAAAiI/_Da_QC656ns/s400/Image11edited000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352087217618016850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 316px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SkZu98UH2lI/AAAAAAAAAig/GpMm0x--3PY/s400/Image11edited003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent had lunch nor dinner so I was effingggggggg hungry then. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered tons of food &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Heineken&lt;/strong&gt; being the highlight! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352095082339313922" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SkZ2HurzKQI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/yBFN53SLr0I/s400/P270609_23.40%5B01%5Dedited000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352095080502536386" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SkZ2Hn14KMI/AAAAAAAAAjI/0XOLL6hbdEQ/s400/P270609_23.20edited000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all awfully bloated at the end of our sumptuous dinner-cum-supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed home because it was late plus Shar dint want to take the night bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I'm beaming because it's another day filled with countless hysterical happenings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gersh&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAIN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Chia never fails to make me laugh till I drop dead. &amp;amp; I'm greatful for his existence :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always say how I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;But it's always gonna come right back to me&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/21089607-7468341314711325741?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7468341314711325741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7468341314711325741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-dont-leave-me.html' title='Please, don&apos;t leave me'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SkZu-NBtOhI/AAAAAAAAAio/cl6zuJ8MhfA/s72-c/P270609_22.03edited002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4859316852374174787</id><published>2009-06-20T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:43:12.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A classic for everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna change my life; it's gonna be better than before. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-4859316852374174787?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4859316852374174787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4859316852374174787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/06/classic-for-everything.html' title='A classic for everything'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-8404556397317223138</id><published>2009-06-16T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:12:12.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd be a better man</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Greedy&lt;/strong&gt; - Excessively desirous of acquiring or possessing, especially wishing to possess more than what one needs or deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because every living man on earth holds a heart of greed, hence they never know of satisfaction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be satisfied with what you're given, because it might just be more than what you deserve. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO :D&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm slowly on my way to recovery. Thou the road's too long &amp;amp; tough to carry on, but at least I'm already on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find myself, who disappeared 2 years ago, at the end of this cold road. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet Min &amp;amp; Winnie tomorrow, so TA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's written all over your face&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/21089607-8404556397317223138?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8404556397317223138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8404556397317223138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/06/id-be-better-man.html' title='I&apos;d be a better man'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7487062278065523616</id><published>2009-06-12T21:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:47:02.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky, lucky not</title><content type='html'>Ogayyyyyyyyyy Reopened this shit because I feel like ranting my sorrows after keeping them in for such a longgggggggggggggg while. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone would come &amp;amp; take pity on me.&lt;br /&gt;Thou I doubt I'll be willing to accept his/her help, but a show of care &amp;amp; concern would be very very very good at times like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they say the Law of Attraction works, why doesn't it work on me?&lt;br /&gt;If they say God loves &amp;amp; protect all his children, why doesn't he give me a hand over the past 19 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he did, but looking back, for 19 years, I lived quite miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walking the distance, fleeting in the wind,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel as though I could touch your breath&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/21089607-7487062278065523616?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7487062278065523616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7487062278065523616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/06/lucky-lucky-not.html' title='Lucky, lucky not'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-8930698565014187211</id><published>2009-03-17T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:15:09.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not moving</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Like REALLY sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a dilemma, whether to stay put or to go for a better offer.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'll stay put in the mean time until a better offer comes knocking at my door. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question: How do you judge if a person is fat / how fat a person is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it by the percentage of fat he/she contains in the body?&lt;br /&gt;Or by the way he/she looks on the outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here goes the second question: Which category of the above would you want to fall under?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; You'd see me waiting for you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the corner of the street&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/21089607-8930698565014187211?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8930698565014187211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8930698565014187211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-moving.html' title='I&apos;m not moving'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-888008262388345275</id><published>2009-03-09T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:40:04.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run through the shiver</title><content type='html'>1. Com is down with virus. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I need to job hunt again &amp;amp; get a steady one soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My two toes are coming off &amp;amp; I think there's some internal bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. New pumps is spoilt after wearing it for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In desperate need of heels &amp;amp; flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Am very very broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bangs, but bro say it's ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Am pretty confused/mad with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. CVD at YJC this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Shutting down the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm afraid of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I admit Imma coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. No more promises from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I hate making decisions, but I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I don't trust my own judgement, so I need you here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I'm happy &amp;amp; glad, at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I would find something I love, in order to hang on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My thoughts are changing rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I'm pretty much still an optimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. No updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could've loved you all my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold&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/21089607-888008262388345275?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/888008262388345275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/888008262388345275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/03/run-through-cold.html' title='Run through the shiver'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-6919674521545608319</id><published>2009-03-04T08:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:30:00.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It''s the inner workings</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm thinking of you, of your beautiful face, perfect, smooth &amp;amp; captivating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; It locked every bit of my soul with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-6919674521545608319?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6919674521545608319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6919674521545608319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-inner-workings.html' title='It&apos;&apos;s the inner workings'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-2605205600210588559</id><published>2009-03-01T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:12:43.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you be trusted, love</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was well-spent with Darl &amp;amp; I'm always happy to be around her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm penny-less again &amp;amp; it sucks, totally.&lt;br /&gt;What's worse, pay is not coming in any sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaker's spoilt &amp;amp; therefore, no shows for the time being. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is DDAY.&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-2605205600210588559?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2605205600210588559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2605205600210588559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-you-be-trusted-love.html' title='Can you be trusted, love'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-8363309250052714583</id><published>2009-02-26T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:07:07.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss sweet</title><content type='html'>I've got alot on my mind now but I don't know how to put them into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to satisfy my desire/thirst for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System at work has been down since monday &amp;amp; instead of being happy about it like I did initially, I actually hope the system is working again soon, like very very soon. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work now is both tedious &amp;amp; boring to the max that it's getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sheltered someone out of work place yesterday &amp;amp; got myself half-drenched. ):&lt;br /&gt;Pays to be kind. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Qian's &amp;amp; Sheng Jie's birthday yesterday with a big big big surprise hahaha &amp;amp; It was successful. So I'm happy about it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cherry where are you? ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See what I want so much,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should never hurt this bad.&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/21089607-8363309250052714583?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8363309250052714583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8363309250052714583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/02/bliss-sweet.html' title='Bliss sweet'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7829639644040991579</id><published>2009-02-23T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:59:39.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To me, you are to die for</title><content type='html'>Been a busy week &amp;amp; the upcoming one's gonna be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days ago, a young caucasian boy (prolly younger than me) was riding on a bicycle &amp;amp; he caught my eyes. Cause he looked at me with those beautiful eyes, filled with curiosity &amp;amp; turned right away as soon as my eyes met his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewarded myself with another round of pretty-mani-session last friday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been super craze over Vampires for such a long while that I'm dreaming/day-dreaming of them basically everyday. (My pretty darls know that too well)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just too indulged &amp;amp; there's no way I can ever pull myself out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Save me, my Vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in total awe for authors/writers, whether they are famous or not.&lt;br /&gt;I would just simply die away with a 600 words essay, much less to mention the vocab, grammar, plot, characters, climax, researches &amp;amp; all there is to be in a book (whether published &amp;amp; known, or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule is still currently fully booked till 2 weeks later. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Life's still going on a haywire mode &amp;amp; it sucks. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; The reason why I'm here at this hour is because I have nothing to do for the day due to the system being down, yet again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I secretly wish that everyday would be like today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry for setting this kind of pain on you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna go away.&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/21089607-7829639644040991579?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7829639644040991579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7829639644040991579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-me-you-are-to-die-for.html' title='To me, you are to die for'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5916758478383676235</id><published>2009-02-13T14:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:43:13.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The artificial sweetener</title><content type='html'>Sitting at my desk now &amp;amp; I'm trying to take my time because I don't want to finish all my work too early. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reason/Excuses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates (Yesterday) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some China guy ran up bus 169 from the exit door &amp;amp; pretended to be innocent. HA HA HA&lt;br /&gt;Lucky him cause the bus was like on the verge of bursting.&lt;br /&gt;So he mingled his way into the crowd (without being noticed by the bus driver) &amp;amp; alighted a few stops later not having to pay a single cent for the whole journey, which might have cost him $0.77. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I felt eventually was that he prolly wasnt aware of what he had done. Cause when he boarded the bus from the exit, he tapped his card. &amp;amp; When he alighted, he tapped it again. HAHAHA. Which shows he's ignorant, maybe. But anways, he's cute. His actions of course, not the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore new heels to work &amp;amp; everyone's like "&lt;em&gt;Woah you're wearing heels today!"&lt;/em&gt; *SHY* HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I end up having plasters all over my feet. x/&lt;br /&gt;I merely forgot the orthodox saying of &lt;strong&gt;BITING&lt;/strong&gt; the new shoes. So serves me right. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Actually I uses wax to replace the biting.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, the size is a little bigger than my feet size &amp;amp; it'll occasionally slip off, which made me very embarassed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work system was down since Wed before I left &amp;amp; it wasn't repaired when I came in on Thur (Yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;So basically I spent the whole morning (0800 to 1300) idling about &amp;amp; trying to find something to keep me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nails are chipping in a very ugly manner. Looks awful &amp;amp; I'm gonna remove it asap.&lt;br /&gt;Next is to go &amp;amp; put on new ones :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something that even I, myself don't believe that I would.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to friends that were trying to look for me but found no reply.&lt;br /&gt;Not going to explain why, am not planning to. (You said there's no need for reasons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule is currently fully packed until 2 weeks from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is training again &amp;amp; I don't feel like going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to rot myself away at some desolated place where only me &amp;amp; no one else knows of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I can't shake those memories,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I wonder if you feel the same way too&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/21089607-5916758478383676235?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5916758478383676235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5916758478383676235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/02/artificial-sweetener.html' title='The artificial sweetener'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-6690910417902538218</id><published>2009-02-10T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T20:56:40.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move with me jam with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301151437014934914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SZF5JS_TpYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/H-oQZRnWhGw/s320/ry3D400edited000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's exactly like you, trying to strike up a convo, but you cannot. Get it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worned out, totally. I wanna quit, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not the dent marks &amp;amp; dust that matters,&lt;br /&gt;It's the inner age that counts.&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/21089607-6690910417902538218?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6690910417902538218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6690910417902538218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/02/move-with-me-jam-with-me.html' title='Move with me jam with me'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SZF5JS_TpYI/AAAAAAAAAhg/H-oQZRnWhGw/s72-c/ry3D400edited000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-2688986646022455077</id><published>2009-02-07T12:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:25:37.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hidden words, left unspoken</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“ 对 的 时 间， 遇 见 对 的 人， 是 一 生 幸 福&lt;br /&gt;对 的 时 间， 遇 见 错 的 人， 是 一 场 心 伤&lt;br /&gt;错 的 时 间， 遇 见 错 的 人， 是 一 段 荒 唐&lt;br /&gt;错 的 时 间， 遇 见 对 的 人， 是 一 声 叹 息 ”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone ever think that they understand me, they have &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; understood me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause' everytime I try my best to explain, it comes back at me with a bad, bad, reeeeeal bad blow. So better still, do no explanation, &amp;amp; let the misunderstandings go on, even if it means having to make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the minorities, always understand me, not knowing that they understood. They always try to understand, when they feel they don't understand. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I thank &amp;amp; love them, like I've never thanked &amp;amp; loved before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. If you respect me, this is my privacy. Do not intrude. TY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everyone's saying I don't have time for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; Everyone's blaming me because they say I don't put in the effort to hang out with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's not just one group of friends, instead I feel like every single one of my friends is feeling the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Be it JC friends, secondary school friends, darlings, friends that I haven't seen for two long years or whoever they might be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even though everyone used a different way of conveying this message, they all sound the same to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They blame me for cooking up excuses to get myself away from the fault of rejecting their offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Min told me to find my group of clubbing friends, Joanne was angry with me for not accompanying her, Jane thought I don't want to meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;her, Gersh &amp;amp; friends say I'm a busy woman, Kailshen &amp;amp; all thought I've forgotten about them &amp;amp; the others feel the same way as every others does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know if explaining even works at all, because I tried to explain, &amp;amp; I did my best to explain but they never believed me, instead they found them to be more of an excuse than a reason. So eventually I gave up trying to explain because every one of my reason turned out to be your excuses. So if explaining makes thing &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt;, I'd rather leave it at no explanations, even if people still misunderstand in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What's the use of explanations when people wouldn't &amp;amp; prolly don't want to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For example, if people think I'm feeling good here by rejecting every single one of their offer, then so be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The thing is I understand fully why people don't understand my so called reasons that &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt; exactly like excuses to them. I know, because even I wouldn't believe them myself. &amp;amp; if even I don't accept them as reasons, how do I expect the others to do the same? So I guess after the roundabout, it still comes back to me being at fault.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know I'm at fault, I am well aware, just don't remind me of that. I'm always trying to do something to salvage everything that's gone wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But what can I do? I don't want to lie, I don't want to find some reasons that they would believe in but I know truely it's a fake. Even if it means making them feel better, I would not. Because it would make me feel worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I guess, nevermind if they don't understand me because I'll cry myself to sleep every night &amp;amp; remember to make time for everyone even if I don't have in order to save all the broken friendships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For every offer I reject, there's always a &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dark, hidden reason deep&lt;/span&gt; down in my heart that I cannot easily reveal to my friends. &amp;amp; bearing it by myself is hard. I always have the urge to blurt it out but none of them ever understand. Or try to understand because they jump straight to their own conclusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know if my friends will ever understand me or try to do so, I don't know if they will forgive me for everything &amp;amp; still carry on &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;being friends with me or simply&lt;/span&gt; just end the friendship now &amp;amp; then. I don't know if I'll be able to take all the blows &amp;amp; sufferings, I feel like I'm a changed person. Because I can do nothing now, nothing. I'm capable of nothing, I'm so useless. Imma damn fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even still, I'm very greatful to the remaining minorities who always stood by me no matter what. Thanks a million to Wan Qing &amp;amp; Sharmaine, there may be still others out there &amp;amp; I show the same appreciation to them. These two never fail to leave me alone even if I've let them down too, like I've let the others down. They always sit &amp;amp; listen to everything I have to say, they always have a way to tell me not to bear everything by myself &amp;amp; to reassure me they are always there, always right here for me. They always understand me, not knowing that they understood, &amp;amp; they always try to understand, when they feel they don't understand. Even if we haven't been meeting up &amp;amp; never been contacting for a million years, they never fail to blame me for anything, &amp;amp; still continue to show me the love they have for me. They never know how thankful I am to them, because they are always so lovely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; I love them, like I've never loved before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm feeling better now so I shall stop here &amp;amp; continue keeping the rest in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-2688986646022455077?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2688986646022455077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2688986646022455077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/02/hidden-words-left-unspoken.html' title='The hidden words, left unspoken'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-8538849259257901122</id><published>2009-02-05T14:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:31:49.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh-Darned Friendly</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299185757453730210" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SYp9Xr_WwaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/RtO0wENUGZ4/s320/DSC02526edited000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;"I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; this silly darling here to death."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence, but - I SAW A &lt;strong&gt;BALD-ing&lt;/strong&gt; UNCLE COMBING HIS &lt;em&gt;HAIR&lt;/em&gt; YESTERDAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a blast with the various darlingggggs at Zouk!&lt;br /&gt;Am exceptionally glad that things are going fine between me &amp;amp; darl Jo now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home quite late like 4AM &amp;amp; Slept at around 4.45AM? &amp;amp; 5.45AM is the time I wake up for work! Yes, Oh My God.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I was suffering from giddy spells when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; My head felt as if it's going to explode any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to take leave but decided to just force myself to work.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up with a half-day leave cause the feeling was too miserable &amp;amp; just uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I kept dozing off at my desk! I guess it's all the dozing-offs that got me pretty awake/well/perked-up by the time my half-day is up. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm basically feeling damn alright, but didn't want to carry on work, so went on with the leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay, guess who did I bump into at Zouk? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*No prizes for right answer &amp;amp; actually I wouldn't even give the answer here Hahaha! So make a guess if you still feel like it :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha, it's damn early &amp;amp; I have no idea what to do. Alrights, shall go on with my shows :) TA-TA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;{Edited} Damn. Fuck. Cause I'm FAT. {/Edited}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guns rang one last shot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; It felt like a bullet in her heart&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/21089607-8538849259257901122?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8538849259257901122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8538849259257901122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/02/gosh-darned-friendly.html' title='Gosh-Darned Friendly'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SYp9Xr_WwaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/RtO0wENUGZ4/s72-c/DSC02526edited000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-3128022130700290608</id><published>2009-02-01T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:16:04.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty boy, I miss you</title><content type='html'>Anyone is kind enough to lend me a harddisk?&lt;br /&gt;Old com is down &amp;amp; I need one to transfer all the documents over. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-3128022130700290608?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3128022130700290608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3128022130700290608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-boy-i-miss-you.html' title='Pretty boy, I miss you'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4396242164369598833</id><published>2009-01-31T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:42:13.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The burning fire against cold water</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297467857994207506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: default; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SYRi8xzLURI/AAAAAAAAAhA/4uXpFqVhA8Q/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOPPY when her hair is still long. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy for the past week with CNY, &amp;amp; meet ups here &amp;amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;Wed - Min &amp;amp; Winnie&lt;br /&gt;Thur - Wan Qing&lt;br /&gt;Fri - Stayover at Shar's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to elaborate on &amp;amp; working relations have been the same as before.&lt;br /&gt;Still as isolated, but forget it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prettaye nails done at Jean Yip for only 8 BUCKS HAHAHAHA Cheap deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anways stayover was greeeeeeeeeeeeat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of funnnnnnnn &amp;amp; I lost moneh moneh on gambling. ):&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha Not alot though so it's alrights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Drinks were flowing &amp;amp; my poor darl Shar was suffering, &lt;em&gt;at least that's what I thought&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you even dare to blame yourself for anything alrights! Will talk to you again soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE YOU DARL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games with Gershy from 5AM till 7AM because I don't want to be asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Homed this morning with a ride from Ter's parents. THANKS ALOT! (:&lt;br /&gt;I knew once I touch my bed I'll sleep for a longggggg loooooong &lt;strong&gt;LONG&lt;/strong&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;So I really overslept &amp;amp; couldn't make it for Ter's lunch. I'm absolutely sorry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so tired because everyday's a busy day for me &amp;amp; moneh is running away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Come on $$! I love you all to bits! Come back to me! Hhahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the night when your heart shook,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I can't see tomorrow.&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/21089607-4396242164369598833?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4396242164369598833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4396242164369598833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/burning-fire-against-cold-water.html' title='The burning fire against cold water'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SYRi8xzLURI/AAAAAAAAAhA/4uXpFqVhA8Q/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-1350125402203781038</id><published>2009-01-25T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:19:59.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR TO ALL! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm having a bad time. x/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-1350125402203781038?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1350125402203781038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1350125402203781038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4437439163123610721</id><published>2009-01-22T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T02:51:01.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the sun rise up</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel stressed cause data-entry work there is not simple. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Sometimes I get so tired I'll actually doze off when I'm halfway at work. (Omgosh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting used to names. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anways, I gave an ultramega stupid answer today when Boss asked if I take pork. (He was offering ba gua to us) My reply was NO. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally happy with work but there's this weird feeling that's starting to grow inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I feel so isolated, I'm just but another stranger there. I don't usually talk to the other colleagues unless there's really a need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is my work place &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a very lively area. You can hear laughter every now &amp;amp; then &amp;amp; people just shout across the room to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm nowhere to be considered one of them. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, CNY's coming &amp;amp; I've roughly gotten my new clothes ready :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believe in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We started with dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We started a team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-4437439163123610721?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4437439163123610721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4437439163123610721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-sun-rise-up.html' title='When the sun rise up'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5911758161491383936</id><published>2009-01-16T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:20:24.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank god, for everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Work place: Sembawang naval base&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, 1st day of work was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;People I've met so far are all friendly &amp;amp; nice.&lt;br /&gt;Zack's damn cool &amp;amp; he really looks out for me alot. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm surrounded by Americans/Australians &amp;amp; many other nationality military staffs. Hahaha Kind of intimidating actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job scope is relatively simple, just pure data entry work which would last me around 2 months but I think there's more for me to complete. There's a whole stack of data I need to enter. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, I had a tough time trying to remember &amp;amp; register all my colleagues names. The usual ones were easy to get but the other officials are causing me a headache. I feel very awkward not being able to call them in an appropriate manner. Like I have to go, "Hey sorry excuse me," Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing about this job is the lunch hour &amp;amp; available food outlets. There's only Subway &amp;amp; Din's Diner for me to get my lunch &amp;amp; it isn't any cheap at all. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realised I have a straight bus there, so prolly all the boons cancel out the banes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice job, lovin' it so far (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-5911758161491383936?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5911758161491383936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5911758161491383936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-god-for-everything.html' title='Thank god, for everything'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5153872029753348197</id><published>2009-01-13T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:06:23.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our love progressed to a point of no return</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;心跳&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4Siblgqnjk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4Siblgqnjk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="365" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Should I take what is given or refuse &amp;amp; stick to the stubborness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would I eventually get in the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me why, oh why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DId we end up like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-5153872029753348197?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5153872029753348197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5153872029753348197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-love-progressed-to-point-of-no.html' title='Our love progressed to a point of no return'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5608798610674853087</id><published>2009-01-06T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:13:20.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the night sings it's song</title><content type='html'>Met Tiang Jie for lunch at J8, a wrong decision. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Had Pastamania &amp;amp; idled around until we have no idea what else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked up &amp;amp; down &amp;amp; round &amp;amp; round the mall. Finally decided that we should leave cause there's simply nothing to keep either of us occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, at least there's Cotton On for me to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;But poor Tiang Jie felt damn awkward cause there's only two guys in the entire shop, (him inclusive) being very much flooded by ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into some YJCians along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, wanted to walk back home but ended up taking bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh shit. I just recalled that I forgot to tap my card when alighting, yet again.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;s&gt;Damn.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a bad day. ):&lt;br /&gt;I mean, lots of bad stuffs happened to friends. I wonder if I've brought them bad luck x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jo darling called to tell me bad news regarding her ____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheer up darling! (: I believe everything will be fine again soon. Talk to him alrights. I'm always here (: Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Called Winnie, thought we could meet up for awhile but got to hear another bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry about PiPi, but cheer up alrights! (: I had the same feelings when my fish died. Love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tiang Jie bumped into ____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The scene was rather awkward &amp;amp; I still feel funny about it. HAHAHA. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jane darrr have problems with ____ too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll know what to do. (: Trust your heart &amp;amp; you'll find the solution! I hope all goes well. Don't think too much about it alrights. Give yourself &amp;amp; him sometime. (: Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I've been hearing multiple bad news in a day &amp;amp; I feel useless now. I realised I don't know what else I can do to make them feel better &amp;amp; It's different from the past. I &lt;strong&gt;knew&lt;/strong&gt; what to do back then. &lt;em&gt;Now I do not&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;I don't even think I did them any help at all, I forgot even &lt;strong&gt;the basics&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; You might think I'm bulletproof,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'm not.&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/21089607-5608798610674853087?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5608798610674853087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5608798610674853087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-night-sings-its-song.html' title='When the night sings it&apos;s song'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7955879678749806291</id><published>2009-01-04T12:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:28:02.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caressing smile</title><content type='html'>A day of 3 hour long lesson at SADeaf taught me quite a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I acquire new modes of communication, but also something that made me more determined, mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally amazed by how people communicate through the sophisticated sign language.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I just made friends with some new vocabulary, now that I am trying my very best to store them in my brain chip (if there's ever one). One day I'll put them to good use. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; When reality smacks right back at me, I realise travel fees are at such exorbitant rate that there should be no more excuses for me to not get a job real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I totally hate it when I forget to tap my card when alighting. (Bad habit. DMNVs need to change Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is I still have a week of meet ups (as promised) to go &amp;amp; I have no idea how to get through all of them. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;God just let me fall ill.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: &lt;strong&gt;Deaf vs deaf&lt;/strong&gt;, what's the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's gone. I am abused,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; my relief must be to loathe her.&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/21089607-7955879678749806291?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7955879678749806291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7955879678749806291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/caressing-smile.html' title='Caressing smile'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4360809181450160189</id><published>2009-01-03T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:33:07.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senorita</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My only wish for 2009 is to be a fucking rich kiddo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body's aching from head to toe &amp;amp; left hand seems to be more of use than right hand now.&lt;br /&gt;Badminton is fun &amp;amp; good exercise for someone as lazy as me. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm accumulating all the unwanted fats over the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten a number of injuries in 2008 &amp;amp; I hope 2009 would be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;I see simplicity in this upcoming year &amp;amp; all I wish for is countless catching ups &amp;amp; no fret for money issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Thus, I need a job badly.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I still held out hope that I would have my own romance someday,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I prayed for a Prince Charming.&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/21089607-4360809181450160189?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4360809181450160189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4360809181450160189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2009/01/senorita.html' title='Senorita'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-3394937775294712274</id><published>2008-12-03T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:48:00.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As if we ever met before</title><content type='html'>Yooooohooooooo! Getting back into daily writing now. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, Hong Kong trip was awesome &amp;amp; enjoyable! The only thing I felt sad about was that I didnt get to do alot of things &amp;amp; I still have much moneh left. (I mean, could have bought more if there wasn't a lack of time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the most at disneyland I suppose. That was the fourth day of the trip &amp;amp; I still have much moneh left. Hahaha. So since I have nothing much else to spend on &amp;amp; there weren't much time left, so ended up buying cookies from there. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took lots of photos &amp;amp; shall share them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's damn good to live in hong kong because there's free aircon everywhere. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;People there are very ncie too! The only thing I don't like about is the air.&lt;br /&gt;Air is quite polluted with all the smoking &amp;amp; humidity being so high. It's difficult to breathe properly like you get to in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices there are almost the same as compared to Singapore, or sometimes even more expensive. But ladies street &amp;amp; all totally satisfy your desire to shop like craze! I mean, except for quality wise, things there are trendy &amp;amp; cheap :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay enough about HK, darling's birthday is coming up. Going chalet tomorrow until saturday!&lt;br /&gt;I shall start job hunting next week then. Hahaha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-3394937775294712274?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3394937775294712274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3394937775294712274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-if-we-ever-met-before.html' title='As if we ever met before'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7388725786951449844</id><published>2008-10-09T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:28:00.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SO3qGE63Z8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/ozIkAnu8vEk/s400/girlballoons1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255113730331994050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why misfortunes exist in this dreadful world. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's all the misfortunes that make this world dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible headache &amp;amp; nauseousness in the early morning caused me &amp;amp; min to cancel our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DATE&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;So woke up later in the noon after popping pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought through alot of stuffs &amp;amp; eventually got myself heading towards Macs to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm feeling too guilty to continue rotting at home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got prettaye tired since I got stuck at practically every question I attempted. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a little kiddy boy came over to my area. He's damnnnnnn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down in front of me &amp;amp; asked me why am I studying without my parents! Hahaha. I don't even know what to answer.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funnaye. Offered him my jelly beans &amp;amp; he got so amazed by it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;He's totally not afraid of strangers man. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, concert's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who's going with me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How could you walk away from this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just walk away from this again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-7388725786951449844?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7388725786951449844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7388725786951449844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-lonely.html' title='Hello lonely'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SO3qGE63Z8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/ozIkAnu8vEk/s72-c/girlballoons1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7704370391684158749</id><published>2008-10-07T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:59:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even though they may seem fake</title><content type='html'>Been having sorethroat for days already. ):&lt;br /&gt;It's terrible man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macs/mugging/chatters with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BESTFRIEND &lt;/span&gt;today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I kind of lost the mood to study halfway, &amp;amp; ended up chatting with him all the way. Felt so guilty man. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Anways, I'm so proud of myself. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I did 10 inequalities question with the blanks here &amp;amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;My greatest mugging day so far.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall finish up Bad Love tonight/tomorrow so I can stop watching teevee &amp;amp; get my butt down for serious mugging.&lt;br /&gt;A month to go! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I looked back on my past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; thanked the one who hurt me most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-7704370391684158749?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7704370391684158749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7704370391684158749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/10/even-though-they-may-seem-fake.html' title='Even though they may seem fake'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-3449771675482848710</id><published>2008-10-04T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:51:00.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; Even though I love you so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SOPHEARY &amp;amp; LIM JUN XIANG! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay, despite the fact that school totally ruined our mood for class outing, DE CODER'S with almost half of the class is fun fun fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. So basically, to cut the story short, GP for an hour or so &amp;amp; left to many breaks. Early release for Econs too, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG-SO-SURPRISING-&amp;amp;-RARE&lt;/span&gt;! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of cam-whoring done with the class, like multiple shots of jumping-up-in-the-air type. Hahahaha. Damn unglam but still, precious memories to be remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; slacking &amp;amp; all until ceremony starts which dragged on for a long longgggg time. hahahha. Boring &amp;amp; boring &amp;amp; our class photo sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceremony ended &amp;amp; we're official JC Graduates! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Again, lots of cam-whoring &amp;amp; presents going about, photos with the respective Digi-cam owners so shall wait for them to send me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Decoder's time was shortened due to the delay but it was still fabulous! :D&lt;br /&gt;10/23 turned up with Derrick joining in half-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone totally enjoyed themselves in the game! Like all the snatching &amp;amp; brain-straining. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Super thanks to Aneal for coming &amp;amp; staying till that late! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aneal totally rocks my socks man! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to Newton Circus for some dessert &amp;amp; fried oyster. Chatted for awhile &amp;amp; walked over to Novena MRT to train back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a wonderful day spent &amp;amp; all the tiredness's worthwhile! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Dint go over to Sop's chalet in the end, cause of some reasons. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm practically brain-dead now. BUHBYEEEEEEEEE! Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did you leave me, all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-3449771675482848710?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3449771675482848710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3449771675482848710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/10/even-though-i-love-you-so.html' title='&amp; Even though I love you so'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7916258707336120442</id><published>2008-10-01T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:33:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; You wouldn't know the difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: default;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SOL50F_NKmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Y0livkoXqeM/s320/08-03-24_19-34edited000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252034788823214690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday bash's over &amp;amp; Imma total fool. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Credits to DMNVs &amp;amp; especially to Min for putting up such a good act. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been boring &amp;amp; skept most lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Like next week's study break already &amp;amp; a month more to A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been heading home after school for two weeks already. ):&lt;br /&gt;Like I go through the daily routine of watch eat &amp;amp; sleep.&lt;br /&gt;No studying yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation's on Friday &amp;amp; the school totally sucks because it ruined our class outing so badly.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's still on afterall (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De Coder's is luff luff luff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But on the telephone line I am anyone&lt;br /&gt;I am anything I want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-7916258707336120442?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7916258707336120442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7916258707336120442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-wouldnt-know-difference.html' title='&amp; You wouldn&apos;t know the difference'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SOL50F_NKmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Y0livkoXqeM/s72-c/08-03-24_19-34edited000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-6747895764027894679</id><published>2008-09-19T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:50:00.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there's one chance to say I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEE DMNV, LIKE WINNIE LEE, CHANG MIN MIN, ELAINE LOW TO MY GRAVE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I'll love FG to death too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; She'll love me back to death soon :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have more than a million words to say but due to time constraint, here's a little one first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So pleaseeeee bear with the suspense now. Hahahahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-6747895764027894679?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6747895764027894679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6747895764027894679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-theres-one-chance-to-say-i-love-you.html' title='If there&apos;s one chance to say I love you'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-82002780855956701</id><published>2008-09-15T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:07:03.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna carry me away once more</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246234753165333378" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SM5etla6k4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/oBgWpkJdVyU/s320/2334441694_45dc01a028_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are times, where I need to stop &amp;amp; reconsider, whether all these is what I really want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;/But I always move on without an answer, forgetting the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I want to get emo these days &amp;amp; shut myself in a room &amp;amp; rot away. Leave me alone.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just shut up &amp;amp; be gone. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why. Imma introvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter if it's sweet talk or street talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm right here by your side&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/21089607-82002780855956701?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/82002780855956701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/82002780855956701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/gonna-carry-me-away-once-more.html' title='Gonna carry me away once more'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SM5etla6k4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/oBgWpkJdVyU/s72-c/2334441694_45dc01a028_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-3464383562894825552</id><published>2008-09-14T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:58:35.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When things don't go your way</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;{Edit}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn it, cause I slept the whole weekend away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I suck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either TEEVEE/EAT/SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy Mid-Autumn Festival&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{/Edit}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiting for the hint of a spark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Heaven and Hell decide&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/21089607-3464383562894825552?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3464383562894825552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3464383562894825552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-things-dont-go-your-way.html' title='When things don&apos;t go your way'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5478724978948077491</id><published>2008-09-12T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:02:08.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I can't understand when things turned gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ogay, sometimes, when you have nothing better to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Here we go, Kuku, Kuku:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Kuku language, also called Kutuk na Kuku (Kuku language) belongs to the Bari language group, of the Southeastern Nilotic branch of the Nilotic language family of the Southern Sudan and Northern Uganda. There is no standardized writing system for Kuku; it is sometimes written using the alphabet of a related language such as Bari or Kakwa, with the addition of characters to represent sounds that are not present in the other language. For example, the Bari alphabet can be adjusted for use in Kuku by adding the digraphs gb and kp to represent the voiced and voiceless labiovelar stops, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kuku Alphabets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A E I O U Ö – B D G J K L – M N P R S T – W Y ’B ’D Ý Ŋ – NY GB KP&lt;br /&gt;a e i o ö – b d g j k l – m n p r s t – w y ’b ’d ý ŋ – ny gb kp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So kuku, stop speaking the kuku languange the next time I see you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting more serious in studies now than ever before, &amp;amp; I'm happy with that :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I may not like the fact that I'm a tad behind everyone, but at least I'm trying to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a reason for the previous entry &amp;amp; I think I got my answer. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;There's alot on my mind recently.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbyeeeeeeeeeeeeee, back to BBT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I run out the bedroom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cause I can't really breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/21089607-5478724978948077491?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5478724978948077491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5478724978948077491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/million-reason-to-see-you.html' title='&amp; I can&apos;t understand when things turned gray'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-434909663792785350</id><published>2008-09-10T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:21:00.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I lost the touch, lost lost the touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Imma poser&lt;/strong&gt;, accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come near me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will &lt;u&gt;pose&lt;/u&gt; as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no &lt;strong&gt;progenitor&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt; about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;曾...曾经在我眼前 却又消失不见&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;这是今天的第六遍&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/21089607-434909663792785350?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/434909663792785350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/434909663792785350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-i-lost-touch-lost-lost-touch.html' title='Oh I lost the touch, lost lost the touch'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-3263559072219249178</id><published>2008-09-08T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:53:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea's gone cold, &amp; I'm wondering why</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243668917106700690" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SMVBGRPm8ZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/doXpAX60hdE/s320/love1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gooooooooooooooody amount of sleep is needed to make up for a week's late nights. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, so I guess surprises have been coming up one after another since the start of September &amp;amp; it's finally coming to an end. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ogay, so now Min knows there's no more surprises for her. No sad no sad ogay! Haha&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to give you anymore gifts I tell you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Face/hair is turning into disastrous states prolly due to latenights/worries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started but I think &lt;b&gt;momentum&lt;/b&gt;'s not here yet.&lt;br /&gt;Lost touch with alot of equations &amp;amp; understandings &amp;amp; what nots. So I guess I got to work even harder now. ):&lt;br /&gt;Have no mood for classes, prolly cause fatigue's taken it's toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminder: I need to get myself together &amp;amp; start serious mugging now. Smile, cause I'll be needing more of it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAPPY cause geeeeeeeky's coming to visit me soon :D&lt;br /&gt;Lufffffffff geeky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I kind of miss that kind of life/friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was counting on forever, now I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;I can't even breathe&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/21089607-3263559072219249178?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3263559072219249178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3263559072219249178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/teas-gone-cold-im-wondering-why.html' title='Tea&apos;s gone cold, &amp; I&apos;m wondering why'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SMVBGRPm8ZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/doXpAX60hdE/s72-c/love1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-3454296337427216991</id><published>2008-09-07T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:42:29.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making your life more miserable</title><content type='html'>Cause even though we might be friends, you're still losing the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Min min will luff-foo me &amp;amp; Elaine more &amp;amp; moreeeeeeeeee :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Push the door, I'm home at last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm soaking through and through&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/21089607-3454296337427216991?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3454296337427216991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3454296337427216991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-your-life-miserable.html' title='Making your life more miserable'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5509591819539063950</id><published>2008-09-04T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:20:23.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On sunday mornings &amp; I missed you</title><content type='html'>{Edited}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241793607788683378" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SL6Xg5ooYHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/edIVUheCBvo/s400/love9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh I want to own a digicamo truly, prettaye pleaseeeee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. caught this on the newspaper Laineeeeeeee took a few days back &amp;amp; went to look up in the net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harri Puttar or Harry Potter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner Bros sued a producer from Bombay because of an indian movie title, “Harri Puttar – A comedy of terrors”, American studio considers this title to be too much like famous franchise based on J.K Rowling novels. First confrontation will take place Monday, Indian movie having it’s premiere on 12 September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any connection between Harri Puttar with Harry Potter? It seems no, at least this is what Indian producers sustain, which said that title was registered since 2005. Harri is an Indian name which is often used (as Harry in Great Britain?), and “puttar” means “son” in Punjabi dialect, used by 90 millions of pakistaneze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of those details, Warner Bros. considers that title violates right of intellectual propriety, and one of reasons is reasons is that “Harri Putta” became a sort of local nickname of little brave wizard appeared once with first movie from Harry Potter series. First audience at this trial takes place Monday. Who will win? A thing is certain: not Harry’s spells will change title of the Indian movie, but a skilled lawyer should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of comments on it, some obviously biased, some a little sense made. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Whuuuuuuuteva. Yes I guess it's just&lt;em&gt; 'a question of marketing'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways I realised I haven't been studying, so I got a little too guilty, especially when I found out that I'm the only one slow poke. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mugging with fragrance was hmmmm, effective? No, I mean, informative. Hahaha. Learnt stuffs. Thanks a billion!&lt;br /&gt;No elaboration cause he'll tear me into shreds &amp;amp; pieces, kill me &amp;amp; place my photo on his altar &amp;amp; pray everyday. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Since you've taught me quite alot, given the fact that I have a super slow brain, I shall not post your handsome photos up here. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I'll definitely haunt you on a daily basis if I'm dead! You beware ah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday celebration for DMNVs was over &amp;amp; afterall, rather successful!&lt;br /&gt;But settler's cafe is damn lousy can. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elaine &amp;amp; Linn's beautiful success after multiple plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241809129472995362" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SL6loYajMCI/AAAAAAAAAYA/GmBO_VOp2ac/s320/DSC04130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 'eggs' up there have extremely strong magnetic field so we had a hard time trying to fix them together without having any eggs clashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying balloons make DMNV Chang Winnie FG the prettiest in town. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Min's the biggest fool on Earth. Ha ha ha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's like you're gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;Now the hardest thing to do is say, bye bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;{/Edited}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-5509591819539063950?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5509591819539063950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5509591819539063950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-sunday-mornings-i-missed-you.html' title='On sunday mornings &amp; I missed you'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SL6Xg5ooYHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/edIVUheCBvo/s72-c/love9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-1774331850387169809</id><published>2008-09-02T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T15:07:18.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found my pretty magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241315080041515698" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLzkS63FyrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ji5DaKZTTm0/s320/love33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come on I want a change need a change damn where's the change&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Be gone with A level now, &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look the same then, but different within now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday Winnie Lee (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Like bursting balloon is the bestest birthday gift ever.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BYE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cause I h8 school h8 life h8 layouts h8 marks h8 papers h8 the way I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I prolly h8 everything &amp;amp; infact, &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; if you ask me now. &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wateva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; This is gonna be me saying for the last last time, &lt;strong&gt;STOP COMPARING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-1774331850387169809?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1774331850387169809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1774331850387169809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-found-my-pretty-magic.html' title='I found my pretty magic'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLzkS63FyrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ji5DaKZTTm0/s72-c/love33.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7509286280228527435</id><published>2008-08-30T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:41:55.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a pattern here to see</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240305567743916530" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlOJkfgufI/AAAAAAAAATI/-h1PiplO4mI/s320/DSC03742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robotics :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240305577186512802" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlOKHqzT6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/olVancKj1YA/s320/DSC03746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240305579225890930" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlOKPRBwHI/AAAAAAAAATY/F2jxN3X4ejc/s320/DSC03748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom &amp;amp; Jerry!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240305582581222354" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlOKbxAC9I/AAAAAAAAATg/ZcQb7zpGfK8/s320/DSC03751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snooooooooopy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240305585191730402" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlOKlfZPOI/AAAAAAAAATo/qyWiYa7eIk0/s320/DSC03757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flintstone family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240306759777721602" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlPO9KhHQI/AAAAAAAAATw/SxkjhiMDjAU/s320/DSC03772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Popeye the sailor man! Poooh pooooh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240306760790067618" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlPPA74SaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/hk74TVe_FPA/s320/DSC03774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spinach = Muscles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240306763017421394" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlPPJO7AlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/P_4wWSW9Xfo/s320/DSC03782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240306764927711522" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlPPQWXuSI/AAAAAAAAAUI/yjtE2CF248o/s320/DSC03796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruceeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240306765103199394" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlPPRANdKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/b84Lbg6aVws/s320/DSC03820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sings "M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E MICKEYMOUSE!" The all-time favourite! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240307311037827922" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlPvCxKy1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/IRber9E2L1k/s320/DSC03832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teddy of the first generation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240307317210356642" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlPvZw0G6I/AAAAAAAAAUg/w8ySpuu-6iU/s320/DSC03833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240307317608614994" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlPvbPxDFI/AAAAAAAAAUo/d74O_cDE510/s320/DSC03844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240307317347741010" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlPvaRkbVI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ghkZS-rWB34/s320/DSC03849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hellooooooo wellooooooooo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240307323018458146" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlPvvZktCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/wePGLDVfMc0/s320/DSC03852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA at this! *Inside joke.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240307873484547202" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlQPyC6pII/AAAAAAAAAVA/Gy3va6Kf5qI/s320/DSC03871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love love loved The Three Little Piggy. Haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240307873014100082" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlQPwSwMHI/AAAAAAAAAVI/6IYwCkjVaag/s320/DSC03876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dollie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240307881202234450" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlQQOy9NFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/XAr27v_LnQs/s320/DSC03882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; Clownie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240307880636908994" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlQQMsLBcI/AAAAAAAAAVY/udx_VzRBOUA/s320/DSC03886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240307879556867394" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlQQIqq5UI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3tdC-udAEqU/s320/DSC03892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240308611090574898" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlQ6t15bjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/CFCsIem9Hoc/s320/DSC03895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberry Shortcake!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240308614801943554" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlQ67qwbAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/5veRMZIORsI/s320/DSC03900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old time Barbie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240308613370637938" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlQ62VgbnI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jArofzgvnlc/s320/DSC03914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BETTY BOOP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240308614289972674" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlQ65wsXcI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5wusdlFD04Y/s320/DSC03918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240309245325879042" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlRfojYJwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/g9Emey56pTY/s320/DSC03931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School time favourites!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240309249911340402" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlRf5oovXI/AAAAAAAAAWY/uCpp5_RPXK4/s320/DSC03930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240309249975244450" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlRf5331qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/x8R_ZaE96nc/s320/DSC03947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ooohh I love this :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240309254626204834" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlRgLMv3KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wc5jxS7NEbE/s320/DSC03949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance dance dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240309253506909874" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlRgHB4xrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/qANuOSQ2TcA/s320/DSC03951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five stones, skipping rope, marbles, tops, beads, snake&amp;amp;ladder...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310366396622738" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlSg43eJ5I/AAAAAAAAAW4/G1AtfLCxRRU/s320/DSC03952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310365709619010" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlSg2TrT0I/AAAAAAAAAXA/G-bS9iErnAA/s320/DSC03953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310976075150194" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlTEYGKM3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/AcZqG_r5qKc/s320/DSC04012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310982928745714" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlTExoLxPI/AAAAAAAAAXo/yxHsXlp4vX8/s320/DSC04011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kacheeeeeeek!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310365498288818" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlSg1hSqrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/oyblyzYpq9A/s320/DSC03960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Match boxes. Cuteeeeeeeeeee to the max!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310370229988130" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlShHJaqyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/75BlBHsQtME/s320/DSC03968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310374896639634" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlShYiCHpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/mPIU9KDDbTE/s320/DSC03981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've waited so long to say this to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're asking do I love you this much&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/21089607-7509286280228527435?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7509286280228527435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7509286280228527435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-pattern-here-to-see.html' title='There&apos;s a pattern here to see'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SLlOJkfgufI/AAAAAAAAATI/-h1PiplO4mI/s72-c/DSC03742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4360528771006781287</id><published>2008-08-23T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:31:00.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven in my tommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237549947595777730" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SK-D7XfP5sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/wMkzhaqlh2A/s320/dandelion-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was DMNVs day out! (:&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;Mint Museum of Toys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cooooooolios! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I went around &amp;amp; took more than 300 photos altogether. haha&lt;br /&gt;Yes craziness. Upload photos later. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five storeys in total with a minicafe.&lt;br /&gt;Ordered Calamari &amp;amp; Potato Wedges! Very the nice! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Shall pop by again next time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; We walked around &amp;amp; had tornado chips at bugis, ice cream at Tom's Palette &amp;amp; Toast Box's pork floss for the day. Was suffering from headache the whole day. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with birthdaymate in the midst &amp;amp; camwhored. Hahaha. Super embarassment cause we looked like total idiots. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained &amp;amp; decided to walk back home. On the phone with Sheng Jie until I reach home.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. He's damn naggy yes. &amp;amp; I promise what I've promised &amp;amp; will fulfill it alrightsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Xiang Wen's acting all weird, &amp;amp; I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Fragrance is right, afterall it's the A levels.&lt;br /&gt;But even just for mugging purpose &amp;amp; still. Hmmm, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, will see how. x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one&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/21089607-4360528771006781287?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4360528771006781287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4360528771006781287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/heaven-in-my-tommy.html' title='Heaven in my tommy'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SK-D7XfP5sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/wMkzhaqlh2A/s72-c/dandelion-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-9031749980237844509</id><published>2008-08-22T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:10:34.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it means the end of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Everything's not right today. (:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today's the only day I felt sad after a paper hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It shows clearly that I'm really not in the right state of mind now. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It's the prelims getting me all screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught &lt;strong&gt;Meet Dave&lt;/strong&gt; after paper &amp;amp; it's a waste of $$. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be a comedy but it's pure lameless. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Winnie is easily amused. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, I'm really glad there's so many goooooody friends around me :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks King &amp;amp; Sheng Jie! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference between :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hello I'm a guai kia."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hello I'm a good&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;child."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if it makes you happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep on clapping&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/21089607-9031749980237844509?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/9031749980237844509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/9031749980237844509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-it-means-end-of-us.html' title='If it means the end of us'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7478962782321251616</id><published>2008-08-20T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:32:20.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody tunes in to what anybody else is saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236282626842503746" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SKsDTlx_KkI/AAAAAAAAASg/YAoiT9-JSF8/s400/i181175379_6215_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;*Thankyou bangle, cause you brought me trust/faith/luck/love...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I still prefer the old you better (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me see the other side of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho, You know people always do this &amp;amp; I think we don't get tired repeating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Say buhbye to prelims &amp;amp; I was killed in the midst of it"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah. Whatever, cause that's how we console ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried entering the formulas into my brain cells, but the injection got rejected, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;So now, it's time for bed, even thou I slept for about 5 hours when I reach home ealier on. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I'm very good at sleeping, I'm proud of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I just popped by at a friend's &amp;amp; realised if Cambridge ever "sees the light" &amp;amp; decides to provide more time for a paper, &amp;amp; eventually allowing more than 3 hours a paper, I guess my friends will do exceptionally well. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Look at them when they try to blabber all sorts of resasoning in Economic/Chemistry/Mathmatic's context to argue for their daily rants/routines Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All hail the hidden economist/chemist/mathematician&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;They sound so fluent/applicable/convincing &amp;amp; reasonably &amp;amp; theoretically correct. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I think I'm hooked on to so many things now I'm becoming a bad addictive of all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;It's prettaye bad cause I'm actually using up all the available time for stuffs other than mugging. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;But can't be helped. I lost the momentum back from 3 days before start of prelims.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the root of the problem. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightsy, if I don't want to wake up &amp;amp; feeling all drowsy for Math P2, I better get going now. BUHBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Thanks for tuning in on a daily basis! I know you love me, &amp;amp; I love you double back! Whoever you are. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm Nonsense, So Ignore Me :D &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She put her veil down,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide the tears&lt;/strong&gt;&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/21089607-7478962782321251616?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7478962782321251616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7478962782321251616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/nobody-tunes-in-to-what-anybody-else-is.html' title='Nobody tunes in to what anybody else is saying'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SKsDTlx_KkI/AAAAAAAAASg/YAoiT9-JSF8/s72-c/i181175379_6215_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4471401120909644529</id><published>2008-08-18T00:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:00:00.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six pins in her shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;{Edited}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 285px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; HEIGHT: 151px"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL down.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;1. H2 Chemistry P2 &amp;amp; H2 Economics P1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;2. H2 Mathematics P2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;3. H1 Physics P2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;4. H2 Chemisty P1&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;5. H1 Physics P1&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay, here's the count down to sciencecentre/freedom/Kbox/feasting/movies/shopping/moremuggingtocome/Alevels&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Whatever you're planning for right after the last paper there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get all this over &amp;amp; done with fast fast fast! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's like I'm looking from a distance,&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the background&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/21089607-4471401120909644529?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4471401120909644529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4471401120909644529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/six-pins-in-her-shoe.html' title='Six pins in her shoe'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-2335081087236676604</id><published>2008-08-17T12:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:34:24.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's sunshine after rain again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235346067568780642" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SKevgqms5WI/AAAAAAAAASY/Hy35SuNOt7c/s400/DSC03714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you do when it's pouring heavily outside?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the thunderstorm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to lie on the red track &amp;amp; watch the sky turn dark again." (:&lt;br /&gt;This time with more -.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I haven't been using much of my brains recently. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; It's good cause I don't feel the tired anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's the case, there's no time for regret. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Even thou prelims are on, the stress level is there, but still. (:&lt;br /&gt;There's smiles on my face every now &amp;amp; then. So no worries my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've been chatting/playing with my sis everyday till late night since it's seldom she stays over.&lt;br /&gt;It's like me loving home all of a sudden, but now that she's gone, I wish I'm no where near home again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;That's bad, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had chocolate mousse yesterday &amp;amp; I feel great still. :D&lt;br /&gt;Cakes are the most wonderful food stuff on earth. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; C.MinMin, Please open your blog manzzzzzzzz. Hahaha. You don't lie &amp;amp; give excuse hor hor hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the TV :D&lt;br /&gt;Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you put on quite a show&lt;br /&gt;Really had me goin'&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/21089607-2335081087236676604?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2335081087236676604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2335081087236676604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-do-you-do-when-its-pouring-heavily.html' title='It&apos;s sunshine after rain again'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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/_28nCu5xoCRk/SKevgqms5WI/AAAAAAAAASY/Hy35SuNOt7c/s72-c/DSC03714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-493418126654433059</id><published>2008-08-06T03:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T02:45:44.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only our love's an irreversible chemical reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Loving the month of August. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Phone ringing in the middle of the night is indeed quite scary. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Paranoid&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm awake in the infinite cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you sing to me over and over and over again&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/21089607-493418126654433059?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/493418126654433059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/493418126654433059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-only-our-loves-non-reversible.html' title='If only our love&apos;s an irreversible chemical reaction'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-2718349845646140730</id><published>2008-08-05T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:16:09.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wedding is going on</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231045563001939106" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SJhoOWqdJKI/AAAAAAAAASI/NLZYC-FDkGw/s400/retro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;看不见月亮，不是因为它不在，而是被乌云遮盖着。&lt;br /&gt;就如同你看不见我，不是因为我不在，而是你眼里没有我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Woodlands National Library around 4.&lt;br /&gt;Effective mugging: finished notes till halogenoalkanes, 5 questions on vectors.&lt;br /&gt;This may seem like nothing to some, but it means alot to me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, Min2 left around 6, &amp;amp; I'm then, alone. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to contact poops to accompany for mugging/dinner cause i was seriously starving then, &amp;amp; I couldn't possibly have dinner on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; It was rather a horror because I called up/texted &gt; 6 poops but all of them's not available. ):&lt;br /&gt;Very much &lt;s&gt;sadded&lt;/s&gt; at that time. But I'm fine now. (: So no worries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to stay till library closes so that at least I can up efficiency to make up for the poor mugging over the past few days. But my stomach fails me &amp;amp; kept grumbling in the super quiet library. In the end I was as wobbly as a slime I dint even have the energy to pack my stuffs, &amp;amp; left the holy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained back &amp;amp; bought Mac's home for dinner. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, SJ sent me a very very very greeeeeeeeeeat motivating text that I was seriously filled with tears after I read it. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;It's just emotions getting me over&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never know how blessed I am with friends like him. (:&lt;br /&gt;I just want to have these small amount of goooooody friends around me, &amp;amp; I need no others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting to mention the ever beautiful FG, 同年同月同日生！ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dang... Dang...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我听到爱情钟声在响&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/21089607-2718349845646140730?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2718349845646140730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2718349845646140730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding-is-going-on.html' title='The wedding is going on'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SJhoOWqdJKI/AAAAAAAAASI/NLZYC-FDkGw/s72-c/retro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4272673039425020717</id><published>2008-08-03T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:40:29.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plenty of time for you, not me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230300200946689522" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SJXCUkoU5fI/AAAAAAAAASA/kiTR0hjjZuA/s400/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Randomness: Sometimes you just want to push the blame around to anyone else but you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; All because you don't have the courage to take up the heavy responsibility, that rightfully belongs to you &amp;amp; no one else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My oh my, I want to start mugging hard, I want to be looking at the books 24hr/day, I want to be absorbing everything I need to just like a sponge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I really should try burning the books &amp;amp; drink the ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a way to console/decieve myself. x/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be catching movies, but turned down my temptations with the perserverance.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be shopping/idling around with no worries, but I chanted &amp;amp; scolded the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to be texting people for accompany for dinner/movie/shopping/chatters.&lt;br /&gt;But didn't even scroll the list of contacts in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone's busy with studies now, &amp;amp; I would be disturbing them if I do. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this excruciating period be gone? &amp;amp; by the time it's gone, I know I'll be full of regrets, so why am I not being productive now? Contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm truly happy for you cause you're climbing up &amp;amp; having achievements now, but don't leave me all alone behind, like you're starting to now.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that they say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That somethings are better left unsaid&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/21089607-4272673039425020717?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4272673039425020717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4272673039425020717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/plenty-of-time-for-you-not-me.html' title='Plenty of time for you, not me'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp1.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SJXCUkoU5fI/AAAAAAAAASA/kiTR0hjjZuA/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-6872882046458936041</id><published>2008-08-03T03:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T03:44:30.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still waiting in line</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230003672962125506" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SJS0oXzlTsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kMvKXn5kE4I/s400/camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牵牵牵牵手， 等你来牵我的手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study break starts from today. &amp;amp; It means real mugging for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why people are being so fierce to me nowadays. ):&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm starting to study &amp;amp; I'm not trying to bluff my way through anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;Not talking about you Fragrance. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, some friend asked me to not keep putting myself down &amp;amp; make others happy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter la. What's more important is that everyone's happy around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band ended around 7. Size of band now is pathetic. Hahaha. But not abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it always happen &amp;amp; it'll get better soon. (: I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I still trust in the leader, so Fragrance, have some trust in her too :D&lt;br /&gt;Nobody to accompany me for dinner so left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dined at Cafe Cartel to celebrate popi's birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;Western food &amp;amp; CAKE! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hope the DMNVs had a great time! :D I'll be in for the next one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speak out if you do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're not easy to find&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/21089607-6872882046458936041?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6872882046458936041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6872882046458936041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-still-waiting-in-line.html' title='I&apos;m still waiting in line'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SJS0oXzlTsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kMvKXn5kE4I/s72-c/camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5533549265232420424</id><published>2008-07-31T02:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:17:42.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will you turn around &amp; look at me</title><content type='html'>It's prettaye late in the night now, &amp;amp; I shall finish this fast before the notebook die on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days to Prelims, I think it's just another round of useless battle, another round of futile promises &amp;amp; hope.&lt;br /&gt;Not getting upset here, not ranting about school or work,&lt;br /&gt;but just to mention that things are getting harder to overcome now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past there was still a lovely soul to provide neverending support, but I wonder where she's gone to now. Prolly into hiding. Hiding from me.&lt;br /&gt;I guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, days are getting harder to get by &amp;amp; everyday seems like a drag, you prolly feel it the same way I do too.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's the case, I'm not giving up yet. Not until my soul gives up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone's spoilt somehow &amp;amp; it's a terrible thing. ):&lt;br /&gt;At least for me, it seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goooooody nightsy Earthlings. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's getting harder &amp;amp; harder to breathe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm right beside you&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/21089607-5533549265232420424?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5533549265232420424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5533549265232420424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-will-you-turn-around-look-at-me.html' title='When will you turn around &amp; look at me'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-2366440880762204811</id><published>2008-07-29T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:30:49.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh thank you for your undivided love</title><content type='html'>TAN, if you do see this, give me a text :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohohohoho. School days are coming to a hiatus soon. Like a study break for one week?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Prelims right after leave. How greeeeeeeeeeeat right? Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Oh, I just realised that prelim's gonna be stretched over three weeks, which is rather looooooooong don't you think? Haha. I mean, it used to be everything in a week. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just pondering, what exactly have I been doing over the past few weeks, since I always am so proud to say that I'm staying in school till 9.30PM everyday.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when I repeated it to Tan, he says &lt;em&gt;"it's not how many hours that counts, it's the amount of knowledge absorbed/understood &amp;amp; work done."&lt;/em&gt; Or something like that, can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, this really got me thinking, I think I'm just consoling myself when I say &lt;em&gt;"at least this is better than me rotting at home" &lt;/em&gt;Cause afterall, I don't really gain anything from all the late night study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course IT IS still better than me rotting at home, but I guess I really need to speed up &amp;amp; be more productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a million topics to study for &amp;amp; studying them alone is not enough. I need practices too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Chem &amp;amp; Maths makes me wanna faint. &amp;amp; having Physics &amp;amp; Econs left untouched, makes it all worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, shan't go on with studies now. It's just gonna stress you/me out. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinker's with Elaine now &amp;amp; I hope she loves it! :D&lt;br /&gt;I think she does. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people do change, perhaps unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;Whether for the better or for the worse, as long as they are fine with the change themselves, outsiders have no rights to comment about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the change in you, perhaps it's for the better now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. I don't have any idea what to write about. Brain's in a blank tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, still have 1.5 Econs essay undone, GP essay long overdue (prolly not planning to complete anymore), GP 2004 paper 2, Chem Revision package, Org. notes, Math ASP paper &amp;amp; I think the list goes on &amp;amp; on, so I shall get my concentration off from here now &amp;amp; try to embark on some of these sickening papers. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do wish me luck that I do not faint in the midst of doing so. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;*Stress management programme is rather funnaye today. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; been out there in search of you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but here you are, hiding inside&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/21089607-2366440880762204811?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2366440880762204811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2366440880762204811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-thank-you-for-your-undivided-love.html' title='Oh thank you for your undivided love'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-596035634850776867</id><published>2008-07-27T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:21:57.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll choose to stay with you in the dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227373057275640194" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SItcGYtcuYI/AAAAAAAAARw/3x2d3idFFEs/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for Math Paper, as expected. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I can never get up &amp;amp; be on time for anything as early as 9 on a Sat.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why either. I just feel like sleeping all the way till late afternoons! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the paper in 1.5/2 hours time I think.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best. Ogay, maybe not my best, I mean I just couldn't squeee anymore of my cells out to tackle those brain-wrecking problems la. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, prata-ed &amp;amp; started mugging around 2PM I think.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't very productive again, cause I always get stuck here &amp;amp; there &amp;amp; I just don't know my stuffs la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that habit of mine, that I keep switching from one subject to another when I get daunted by one. Because in the end, I'm nowhere here nor there. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anways, left school at 6.30PM &amp;amp; off to town wth Min. :D&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO Shopping spree-ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought 4 notebooks, a metal pencil case, a file, &amp;amp; some other stuffs :D&lt;br /&gt;I need to top up another 80 bucks manzzzzzzz. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, cause I'm happy happy happy that I bought those stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Super satisfied with the metal pencil case :D HOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; We went off to trying our luck on cinnamoroll watches.&lt;br /&gt;Can't elaborate too much on this. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounced back on the train, &amp;amp; bus-ed home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when I reach home, my oh-so-lovely brother actually showed me his lab top &amp;amp; granted me with the usage of it tonight HOHOHO! So yes, I'm using it now. I guess I shan't sleep tonight. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it'd probably be the last time I'd be using it.&lt;br /&gt;Anways, bro's going over to his hostel room tomorrow &amp;amp; Momi want's me to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;But I said rejected the offer. Hahaha. I'd rather stay home to catch shows &amp;amp; all then to waste my time there visiting. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I just hope kaka don't come out tonight. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll always run back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To show you what words never can&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/21089607-596035634850776867?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/596035634850776867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/596035634850776867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-choose-to-stay-with-you-in-dark.html' title='I&apos;ll choose to stay with you in the dark'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp2.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SItcGYtcuYI/AAAAAAAAARw/3x2d3idFFEs/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4443271687065808267</id><published>2008-07-26T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:56:43.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding you drains me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226986741749615954" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SIn8v3OpjVI/AAAAAAAAARg/DSVQuWCTBDs/s400/colorful-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, life's been mundane. But DMNVs add sparkles to it :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday to Elaine's sister too!&lt;br /&gt;Guess she had a wonderful celebration yesterday, be it in school or at home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's just 18 days to Prelims. I can swear I feel the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm really trying to give my best for this last second lap before A's.&lt;br /&gt;But guess I'm not fast enough. I'll prolly go &lt;em&gt;sprinting&lt;/em&gt; in the last lap? (Like I did for NAPFA, which turned out to be damn embarassing hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, there's Math retest tomorrow at 9AM. I have no mood/mentality to do the paper at all. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously feel like skipping it. It's just like a total waste of time(3hours).&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think I can wake up &amp;amp; be on time for the paper. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, been hearing alot of stuffs recently &amp;amp; I don't know how I can help.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry cause my lips are always tight :D Trust me on this.&lt;br /&gt;It's never too good to know too much sometimes. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Like how the one who knows too many secrets get killed/wanted by bad people in dramas? HAHAHA! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Work undone (due/overdue)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GP essay&lt;br /&gt;- Chem test: Periodicity/GroupI/II/VII/TransitionMetals&lt;br /&gt;- Chem flow scheme&lt;br /&gt;- Revision package: Amino acids/Proteins&lt;br /&gt;- Econs essay&lt;br /&gt;- Physics revision worksheet I/II&lt;br /&gt;- Math daily worksheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a tutor for chem/maths. HAHAHA. But I guess everyone's too busy to attend to me. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So busy that they don't see me trying. x/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; now I've given up on this tainted relationship I have no intention to heal it. Tried too many a times &amp;amp; all's just wasted efforts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll do something if you still treasure this friendship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There are practically two types of selfishness in my dictionary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Those who think only for himself* &amp;amp; save what's the best for himself*.&lt;br /&gt;2. Those who hold on to everything &amp;amp; anything just because he* wouldn't feel happy to let someone else possess it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Not referring to anyone in particular, just a general term.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the second type of sefishness is really pathetic. I mean, there's bound to be selfishness in everyone. It's just the extent of it each of us contain in our character. Naturally one would yearn for the best of anything.&lt;br /&gt;But being selfish enough to actually cling on to every little thing &amp;amp; not wanting to share it with the others is really extreme. Why be so paranoid? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still glad there's no such people in my circle &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing I wouldn't give&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From this moment&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/21089607-4443271687065808267?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4443271687065808267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4443271687065808267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/understanding-you-drains-me-out.html' title='Understanding you drains me out'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp3.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SIn8v3OpjVI/AAAAAAAAARg/DSVQuWCTBDs/s72-c/colorful-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-1092238063898527786</id><published>2008-07-20T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:32:03.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, I'll be waiting for</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225000923306583586" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SILuqBDG5iI/AAAAAAAAARY/h8NrLFHpXew/s400/colorful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school yesterday to mug. Tan was supposed to teach me, but I don't know what went wrong &amp;amp; everything was screwed.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a fool again. Someone ask me not to be angry with him. But I really wasn't angry, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you seem weird &amp;amp; all, &amp;amp; since I can't ask, &amp;amp; you wouldn't even tell, then forget about it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I was practically dying in the library because I really don't know who I can turn to for help, called Mr nice guy with a friend's phone &amp;amp; he came over to save me. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Studied till late afternoon but I only managed to finish 3 Math question from HCI paper. HAHA. &lt;s&gt;VERY PRODUCTIVE&lt;/s&gt;, NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, got home &amp;amp; went to Prata House/Place in Thomson. Happy chatters &amp;amp; updates :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised I neglected friendster quite long enough, went over to check on it just now &amp;amp; I wanted to start decorating my profile, but I got so frustrated because everytime I press the save button, nothing changes. Gee. Shan't touch it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like blogging anymore. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: Don't always jump to conclusion without looking at the issue from different viewpoints, in other people's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They would not listen they're not listening still&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perhaps they never will&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/21089607-1092238063898527786?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1092238063898527786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1092238063898527786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-to-school-yesterday-to-mug.html' title='Tonight, I&apos;ll be waiting for'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp2.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SILuqBDG5iI/AAAAAAAAARY/h8NrLFHpXew/s72-c/colorful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-6478615583899299078</id><published>2008-07-19T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:26:14.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora clove</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224397471092073330" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SIDJ0eXkY3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/v9lvqJ-9z8Q/s400/088s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been touching this for like quite a few days? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy staying back in pathetic school everyday till like 9.30PM to mug &amp;amp; mug &amp;amp; mug. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;ASP ends around 4.30 or 5 &amp;amp; automatically proceeds to library for mugging wih MIN/ELAINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I admit that studying for 6hrs a day didn't really get me anywhere, just the same for the others too. It's like the &lt;em&gt;"rate of reaction is very very slow, or no reaction at all".&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, it's still much better than me rotting at home daily through sleep/TV-ing/eat. Or worse still, go hang out &amp;amp; all. I spend both time &amp;amp; moneh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeapps. So anways, yesterday's mugging was a torture. A real torture.&lt;br /&gt;Started off during Chem lecture I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to blame. I just couldn't get through myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min &amp;amp; Elaine really tried their best to help me on organic chem, &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I really am very thankful I still have them around!&lt;/strong&gt; But I just couldn't help myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I wasn't angry or anything when you all spoke about taking my answer away! (Just in case you all get pissed off by my emo-ness yest. night) I was just very, very dissapointed with myself. Hahaha. I feel like a useless fool &amp;amp; all because I really get all the headache with org. chem. I just totally gave up on myself looking at the four questions. I don't feel like using my brain cells, I don't like understanding anything, &lt;em&gt;all of a sudden&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was my fault, that I said I didn't want to hear anything. I really know &amp;amp; I'm really sorry about it alrights. I know I was stubborn on my part. But it was really difficult to try to get past myself. Without the answers there I have no idea where to head to &amp;amp; no clue as to where the light is in my pitch darkness then. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am still really very glad that Elaine/Min were there. They really forced me to achieve something on my own, although I didn't in the end, but still, a good start for learning org. chem, the killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when they went to the toilet, I throw away my stubborness with &lt;s&gt;tears&lt;/s&gt; &amp;amp; eventually try to bring myself back on the track. (:&lt;br /&gt;When they are back, I feel much, much better, at least there's someone to help &amp;amp; pull me out of the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I knew, at that moment that I still have someone to rely on. Thanks girlfriends. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love a trillion times! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I guess Min really could tell the depressed/giving up look on my face that I really don't feel like seeing anymore of the C double/single bonds &amp;amp; halogenoalkanes &amp;amp; carbonyl compounds &amp;amp; especially the 4 ASP questions. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess, yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I decided to include this part here is to really express my many thanks &amp;amp; love to DMNVs :D&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know where I am now if it wasn't for them. Hahaha. It isn't easy to survive in this class, (full of politics which no one is willing/able to solve) So I'm really glad I still have friends to count/trust on when the hard times hit me bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you girls! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, enough of yesterday's rants, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queensway-ed today &amp;amp; bought some very nice kuehs home.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I don't really eat kueh but I bought them for my family to eat anways.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; as I had expected the outcome to be, still very disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;I know - would nag like shit &amp;amp; I know - won't even appreciate one bit.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know before hand, before I decided to buy them. But I still bought them in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever all the good thoughts were for :/ Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we practically just wandered around, went to collect jersey &amp;amp; lots of embarassing events happened on the way &amp;amp; today was just wonderful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of such experiences in the near future anymore so I shall/will treasure each &amp;amp; every bit of it to the fullest xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Love test &lt;em&gt;(Inside joke)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a long &amp;amp; boring entry already, so off I go! Catching HOG time! I'm gonna finish it all today! (Or at least by this week!) Hahaha. I don't want to be finishing it after TV does! LOL. Like so slow pok you know you know. xD HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN! Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears were in the eyes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold them back no matter what.&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/21089607-6478615583899299078?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6478615583899299078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6478615583899299078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/pandora-clove.html' title='Pandora clove'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp3.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SIDJ0eXkY3I/AAAAAAAAARQ/v9lvqJ-9z8Q/s72-c/088s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-8760969002603698544</id><published>2008-07-05T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:15:17.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll find my paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219408591468279330" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SG8QddgWtiI/AAAAAAAAARA/AaKoVEPjuQA/s400/sad-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo, ho, haul together,&lt;br /&gt;hoist the colors high.&lt;br /&gt;Heave ho, thieves and beggars,&lt;br /&gt;never shall we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanced upon someone's blog &amp;amp; I think he said something quite interesting. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The difference when someone introduces you as a "classmate" and as a "friend".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm fortunate or anything, I got to know a good amount of friends that are worth all my thoughts and actions.&lt;br /&gt;But still, nothing's perfect. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I trust friends too much, that's why I get so hurt over them.&lt;br /&gt;But I say 'that's what friends are for'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oeuvre III yesterday night.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was awesome, I mean, I'd have very much enjoyed it as an audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Alumnis are still the very best bunch of poops that never fails to make me laugh. :D&lt;br /&gt;No. of alumnis present last night was around &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt; I think! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I guess the attachment's in everyone's heart after so many incidents. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw many many old poops that I've missed so much! Haha. Some of them are just the same old them, while the others have changed alot! Whatever the case is, really enjoyed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for dinner/supper with Sharmaine/Sin ne/Terence.&lt;br /&gt;Ame &amp;amp; her boyfriend left earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Am really glad to catch up with them &amp;amp; we're meeting up again for studies &amp;amp; for T's birthday dinner next next sunday. Still bothered over what to get for him. HA. There's practically nothing he's in need of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, another concert at night. Gonna meet up girlfriends in the afternoon later before attending concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I'm really starting to be serious in work now. Given the fact that I promised *&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Never to skip anymore lessons&lt;/strong&gt; (except for PE) &amp;amp; that&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I've been listening attentively in lectures/tutorials&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only think I've not been doing is self-study. I can't study at home cause I fall asleep the moment I see books &amp;amp; there's no peace at all. &amp;amp; school library closes early everyday so I have no mood to study too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go home after school everyday &amp;amp; sleep &amp;amp; catch &lt;strong&gt;HOG&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, Elaine is a great company for studying HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Must call along Min &amp;amp; Winnie next week! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so deaf that I totally can't hear what my friends are chatting about. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hear muffled noises beside me &amp;amp; I can't hear what were the words exactly spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So more than often when they come &amp;amp; speak to me over the same story, I had to have them to repeat it again because I have no idea what was that topic about. I'm sorry. HAHA. Kind of very troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, DMNVs, do remember that I can't hear what you are saying &amp;amp; talk louder to me alrights :D&lt;br /&gt;Thou I can try my very best to lip-read (but don't speak too fast I'm not a lip-reader haha xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'll rememeber that if things were meant for my ears, they'll get to me sooner or later. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightsy, gotta go bathe now. TA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. I still believe in no-pretence. Justice gets to you in someway or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still I gotta keep on moving on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I can't do it on my own&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/21089607-8760969002603698544?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8760969002603698544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8760969002603698544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/ill-find-my-paradise.html' title='I&apos;ll find my paradise'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SG8QddgWtiI/AAAAAAAAARA/AaKoVEPjuQA/s72-c/sad-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-102372856336090777</id><published>2008-07-02T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:03:18.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blacksheep</title><content type='html'>[Ignore] There's no more &lt;em&gt;like-the-past&lt;/em&gt; for us. [/Ignore]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay today's an early-home day! Cause am really prettaye tired in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel this road is getting longer now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I'm too far away from home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He thank me for opening her eyes, allowing her to see the ugly side of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He thank me for inducing the dead coldness of human (who're supposed to be warm-blooded animals) on her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He thank me for abandoning her, leaving her to find means of survival on her own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He thank me for bringing her to witness the devil in those she thought were angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He thank me for causing her unwanted neglection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; He thank me for all the sufferings I imposed on her for my selfishness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But I thank him instead. He made me realise who were my true, worthy friends. Friends that I could really count on in times of trouble. (:&lt;/span&gt; &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/21089607-102372856336090777?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/102372856336090777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/102372856336090777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/07/blacksheep.html' title='The blacksheep'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4777500277690686439</id><published>2008-06-23T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:14:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep on the bus home &amp;amp; nearly miss my stop again. Hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ogay I'm feeling greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat today! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I spent 5hrs in the library studying alone (with Ben but we dint talk much, &amp;amp; he left around 3)&lt;br /&gt;Ogay, actually only 3.5hrs. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Cause the last 1.5hrs was spent talking &amp;amp; laughing away with Xiang Wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways I think I can guess what you said afterall, since you don't want to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm really lousy la. But I really felt sorry &amp;amp; remorseful after the whole incident that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's considered very very productive for me already, since I managed to finsih DC circuit and half-way through C.O.E. :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy happy!&lt;br /&gt;I know you're feeling happy for me too HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels great having such a biggy accomplishment! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in school tomorrow at EIGHT AM! HAHAHA. Anyone wants to join me please feel free to! :D&lt;br /&gt;Elaine's specially invited! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably get morning breakfast too.&lt;br /&gt;Cause half-way through Econs paper today, gastric almost came knocking at my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATATA! I'm very tired, shall be off to rest &amp;amp; TV-ing &amp;amp; then to bed!&lt;br /&gt;A goooody night's sleep is the tip to getting gooooooooood results. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;NONSENSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been addicted to you.&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/21089607-4777500277690686439?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4777500277690686439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4777500277690686439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-my-lover-goodbye-my-friend.html' title='Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-3535129971503092159</id><published>2008-06-22T05:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T05:22:23.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the matter of harmonics</title><content type='html'>It's just a day away to blocks, &amp;amp; to be precise, 27hrs more to excruciating examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs (monopoly) notes are right in front of me, but still on the very first page.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard not to give up on myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be a failure. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptations led my fingers to clicking here &amp;amp; there on the computer screen &amp;amp; my eyes wondering around, even to the extent of staring at the ceiling blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I just found out that Facebook's CEO, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark Zuckerberg&lt;/span&gt; is only 24 yr old now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; He's a Harvard dropout, the world's youngest self-made billionaire with a theoretical net worth of US $1.5 billion.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he has a girlfriend. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just random news that caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasar malam nowadays are getting way too boring. There's practically nothing (at all) to look forward to. Ogay, maybe except for the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you can easily find them somewhere else, but much more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis fetched her hubby &amp;amp; drove us home from Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are trying to persuade me to not give up on myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not trying hard either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the last night I'm staying awake till this unearthly hour.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss these times, but I'll regret more that I never make good use of these times (studying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad holidays arrived, because I was prepared to be spending my days out there mugging hard with friends, staying over at Macs for overnight muggers &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none of these was fulfilled, not once.&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault, I chose to spend my time walking around aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself I'd take out my books later at night, but every night when I reach home, I switch on the screen &amp;amp; stare at it for hours until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be enjoying life now, but I know I'll learn to regret it soon, very soon, like prolly in a days' time? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Serves me right, really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a bad tummy-ache now.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because I was hungry again &amp;amp; chose to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brew &lt;/span&gt;(what a word to use) milo instead of cooking maggie, &amp;amp; going with it was cold plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot &amp;amp; cold for supper = tummy-ache for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightsy, quite a long &amp;amp; meaningless entry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is goooooooood. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was in a hurry to meet his friend down at the nearby lake.&lt;br /&gt;On the way down  there, he was stopped by a man fully dressed in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man pulled over, and  the red man asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm the red jerk of the highway. Have anything to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man smiled and handed him a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;He continued down the highway and was  yet again pulled over by a man fully dressed in green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped and the guy in  green said,&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm the green jerk of the highway. Have anything to drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without smiling, the man handed the green guy his coke.&lt;br /&gt;He started off again and  started to speed down the highway. Yet again he was stopped by a guy fully  dressed in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing, he pulled over and pulled down his window, leant out  and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Let me guess. You're the blue jerk of the highway. What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Registration and license please" came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try to remember the kind of september&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When life was slow and oh so mellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-3535129971503092159?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3535129971503092159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3535129971503092159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-matter-of-harmonics.html' title='Oh the matter of harmonics'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-1807885510056364268</id><published>2008-06-21T04:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T05:14:19.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I to say that I'm afraid &amp; run away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214068659202319202" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SFwX0fpAY2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/elSi8HjJvvI/s400/Emo-graphics-hi5-622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4.40AM &amp;amp; I'm not feeling tired yet. WHY?! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to lead late night life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say you got to fight for your happiness, but I'd prefer having the taste of happiness come knocking on your door. (:&lt;br /&gt;I may be silly, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just two days before blocks. I know I've promised alot, &amp;amp; I really ought to feel ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;What's all that promises for? When I can't discipline myself just for a few more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of staying up all night tomorrow because it'd be the last night before holidays end. (:&lt;br /&gt;Got to treasure all the stress-less nights as far as I can. Cause 48 hours later there'll be no more peaceful nights. Pessimistic? Maybe. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of blocks. I'm afraid of getting all the U-grades again &amp;amp; again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of A's, I'm afraid of getting back results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I'm still not doing anything to prevent all this from happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me today that being able to study is a bliss.&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably have this thinking 10 years down the road, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think I'll be fine as long as she's around.&lt;br /&gt;But now, even when she's around, I feel helpless still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Just some random thoughts since I'm so bored here in the latenight/earlymorning. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, something lighter for this entry. Interesting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A suggestion from a Human Resources Manager:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO PROPERLY PLACE NEW EMPLOYEES . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Put 400 bricks in a closed room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Put your new hires in the room and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Leave them alone and come back after 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Then analyze the situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.&lt;/strong&gt; If they are counting the bricks, put them in the Accounting Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b.&lt;/strong&gt; If they are recounting them, put them in Auditing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c.&lt;/strong&gt; If they have messed up the whole place with the bricks, put them in Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d.&lt;/strong&gt; If they are arranging the bricks in some strange order, put them in Planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.&lt;/strong&gt; If they are throwing the bricks at each other, put them in Operations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f.&lt;/strong&gt; If they are sleeping, put them in Security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g&lt;/strong&gt;. If they have broken the bricks into pieces, put them in Information Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;h.&lt;/strong&gt; If they are sitting idle, put them in Human Resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i.&lt;/strong&gt; If they say they have tried different combinations, they are looking for more, yet not a brick has been moved, put them in Sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;j.&lt;/strong&gt; If they have already left for the day, put them in Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k.&lt;/strong&gt; If they are staring out of the window, put them in Strategic Planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l.&lt;/strong&gt; If they are talking to each other, and not a single brick has been moved, congratulate them and put them in Top Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m.&lt;/strong&gt; Finally, if they have surrounded themselves with bricks in such a way that they can neither be seen nor heard from, put them in Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excuse me, I'm lost,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May I go home with you?&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/21089607-1807885510056364268?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1807885510056364268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1807885510056364268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/am-i-to-say-im-afraid-run-away.html' title='Am I to say that I&apos;m afraid &amp; run away?'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp3.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SFwX0fpAY2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/elSi8HjJvvI/s72-c/Emo-graphics-hi5-622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5330462722417464599</id><published>2008-06-18T02:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T03:22:26.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the branded aint gonna buy you more faces</title><content type='html'>Woke up super early today, considering the fact that I turn in every night at 4AM plus?&lt;br /&gt;YAWNS. x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached secondary school hmmm, rather ontime? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Am really tired just after a few songs, I guess I'm turning old. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shopped/chatters/played/ate/watched/slacked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I love the boy who never grow old. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This came a day late, but still. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;* Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;br /&gt;* These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, just let it be? Maybe, HA. What can I do, it just shows he doesn't love me anymore. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be carefree &amp;amp; have lots of stories to be told when I am old. :D&lt;br /&gt;No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest/prettiest woman standing &amp;amp; a wedding no one else would ever have alike.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to feel most blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, like even now. There's too many lies to cover up the one truth. They say the future lies in our hands, but I prefer to accept what lies ahead of me. Take it or leave it. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What's your ideal lover like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll have the kindest/sweetest heart ever on earth &amp;amp; just love me much much more than I love him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it takes two hands to clap. Loving &amp;amp; being loved is both sweet blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as he wants to hide, &amp;amp; until he opens up his door to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably wake up, smile &amp;amp; say, &lt;em&gt;"Helloooooooo, he's attached. (:"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Is there anything that's made you unhappy these days?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset that I can never go back to the past. HAHA. I really want a life that's filled with thrilling stories &amp;amp; with no regrets, but sadly, I don't have, &amp;amp; will never have one. Cause I wasted my youth away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, considerably, yes &amp;amp; no. I'm happy that I got tagged because I know I'm on my friends's mind. Thankyou friend ilu (:&lt;br /&gt;But no because I really hate thinking of answers to an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; question. When people ask me all the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IFs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I swear I can't get an answer out, because I've never thought of it before &amp;amp; I'll never get a satisfying answer true to my heart. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy woman in her prime enjoying life, &lt;em&gt;puh-lease&lt;/em&gt;. Earning 10K per month &amp;amp; am still in her sweet lala dreamland. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind turned blank. Probably you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a DA BAI MU. HAHA. I'm sorry for her cause there's plenty of cheaters surrounding &amp;amp; waiting for a good time to prey on her. But I'm happy for her because I'd like to be her friend forever &amp;amp; ever. One that will always be there to shield all 'baddie baddie' away! I'm here 24/7! :D&lt;br /&gt;She's one true friend I'll hold on to dearly. (:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NOTS? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single &amp;amp; rich. Who knows if I'm married &amp;amp; poor &amp;amp; UPSET?! HAHA. Like you know, kena torture by husband, or the husband is a lousy gambler/drinker/abuser, or the husband is a frigging cheater, &amp;amp; worst still my husband don't love me at all. HAHA. You know the like. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say 'HELLOOOOOOOOOOO WORLD!' (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Tell myself today would be a better day than yesteray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Would you give it all in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that touches my heart more? It's hard to tell la. Wait till it really happens, I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What type of friends do you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be true, my friend (:&lt;br /&gt;I love them no matter how they look like, or even if their character goes right down to the bottom of the valley, just as long as they're true friends. Ones that will never leave another in the lurch or betray for selfish purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them all, fat thin short tall. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just realised I don't really dislike any particular friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 8 person that I have tagged to do this quiz&lt;/strong&gt;: You know I really think not more than eight will come by here. HAHA. So who ever sees this, please just carry on the game &amp;amp; do it. Thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, 90% of my brain cells were killed in the process of doing this thingy. x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! &amp;amp; I just realised Min's been leaving butt-prints in my previous entries. HAHA! Sorry that I dint notice! So here's the replies : I dint do this layout. Haha. Grabbed it from the blogskins. But I made some changes &amp;amp; removed alot of other ornaments to my liking. Haha. &amp;amp; Yes I love the hover! I tried to use it in my previous layouts too &amp;amp; it's a real chore! Haha &amp;amp; I'm sorry my brithday's not round the corner, I can't watch sex &amp;amp; the city just yet! Not like you hur! HAHA xD Opps! What sex and the city icons?! Haha ILU! (:&lt;br /&gt;See you soon darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my lovely boy! TA! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-5330462722417464599?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5330462722417464599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5330462722417464599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-branded-aint-gonna-buy-you-more.html' title='All the branded aint gonna buy you more faces'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-6029636718480734436</id><published>2008-06-17T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:14:17.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You treat me like a rose</title><content type='html'>I think some girls are just not worth fighting for. (:&lt;br /&gt;Random-ness. HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, I just realised a woman's point of view &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of a man's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same situation brought up to a woman &amp;amp; a man, their resulting answers are the exact opposite of one another! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why no man can ever understand what a woman is thinking and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; This leaves the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towned &amp;amp; all today with darling JO. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you made everything possible for me like how things were in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hub to shop while waiting for dinner. Gee, my wanted pencil case is gone!&lt;br /&gt;Not much nice ones are left, Am still considering if I should just get one for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, like so finally, I got my hmmm, fringe cut! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a full cut again someday this week. (:&lt;br /&gt;*At least my fringe makes me feel happier now. Lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's sec school band tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I really need to start on serious mugging.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lagging behind by alot &amp;amp; I'm really gonna fail my A's badly, &lt;strong&gt;BADLY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now I've finally found my way &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To lead me down this lonely road&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/21089607-6029636718480734436?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6029636718480734436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6029636718480734436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-treat-me-like-rose.html' title='You treat me like a rose'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5479589277738168656</id><published>2008-06-16T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T02:08:23.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; You've changed my world with just one kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212170437535057346" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SFVZZc4RxcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/REj0_KySdvs/s400/fathers_day.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO DEAREST DADDY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; to all wonderful fathers on Earth (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not exactly a perfect daughter, &amp;amp; there's been so little communication between us over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the times when I was a little girl &amp;amp; the good night kiss I never fail to give before you turn in for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I hardly even open my mouth for a chat at home, &amp;amp; not even wanting to update you about my study progress, I want to say that &lt;strong&gt;I'm really sorry, Dad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hard on you, having to support the family over the tough years and especially when things went real bad for the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;Fret not, because your kids are growing up now. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work hard not for myself, but for a brighter future so I can take good care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take good care of your health, &amp;amp; especially your hand, it's been hurt twice, &amp;amp; you aint any younger as before. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, brother treated us to New York in the afternoon &amp;amp; I ordered some disgusting meatball spaghetti. Gee. I hate meat, really. x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when I feel like hope is gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You give me strength to carry on&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/21089607-5479589277738168656?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5479589277738168656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5479589277738168656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/youve-changed-my-world-with-just-one.html' title='&amp; You&apos;ve changed my world with just one kiss'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp1.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SFVZZc4RxcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/REj0_KySdvs/s72-c/fathers_day.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7769051758710309997</id><published>2008-06-14T02:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:19:13.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the swimming pool, on an August day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211445781523407042" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SFLGU63pIMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HKWJ5BQey7w/s400/first-love2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been staying up real late for a week already.&lt;br /&gt;Like sleeping at 3 plus 4 every night/morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like sleeping. I think I'm physically drained, but a part of me wants to carry on staying awake. x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long while ever since I last treated my online diary as one I can always split out my troubles to.&lt;br /&gt;So long ago that I forgot when was the last that I frequently update about my recent happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll start again, or maybe not. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Sky Of Love online earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Touching story, but it's a pity &lt;strong&gt;all fairy tales are unreal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my brows today &amp;amp; I think I'm much much happier than I was during the past few days. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been getting nightmares frequently during this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I abhor nightmares. Wake up in sweat &amp;amp; being fearful of what's gonna happen next.&lt;br /&gt;Am I already awake? Or am I still in my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will I learn to differentiate dreams from reality?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would choose to live forever in their dreams, &amp;amp; naturally it goes the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Now I need to constantly slap myself to be awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably going to K with Sis &amp;amp; Bro tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;Kinship, &lt;strong&gt;probably&lt;/strong&gt; they are the ones who'll be the last to betray you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are my books lying now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re a mystery, you’re from outer space,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re every minute of my everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/21089607-7769051758710309997?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7769051758710309997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7769051758710309997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-swimming-pool-on-august-day.html' title='You&apos;re the swimming pool, on an August day'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SFLGU63pIMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HKWJ5BQey7w/s72-c/first-love2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-3298623720955073967</id><published>2008-06-13T01:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T01:35:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights of tearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211047875551124082" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SFFcbvnHWnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/q37kNwPexuc/s400/medium_Sadness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been using a blogskin's layout for ages.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really lazy to get the photos &amp;amp; edit them to suit my layout.&lt;br /&gt;So here's it, a change, hope for a better one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was so frustrated &amp;amp; confused just now that I really had the urge to change a new layout to ease myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the old one makes me feel sick. (I am sick, really)&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I've forgotten the old when the new comes or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, the old one reminds me of all the unhappy stories told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to always hold on to the past, I'm not one who will keep weeping &amp;amp; ranting over what's already happened, &amp;amp; cannot be undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm really not one who can forget unhappiness easily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try all ways &amp;amp; means to not be reminded of the sad memories, of the unhappy happenings.&lt;br /&gt;But it all just keep coming back to me. Everywhere I turn to, every little thing reminds me of it.&lt;br /&gt;I've fret over the problem enough &amp;amp; I just wish everything's over &amp;amp; done with fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I pray, I really pray.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May a new layout bring me a brighter tomorrow :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, away with all the emo shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better looking at a new fresh sheet of layout. :D&lt;br /&gt;This is only temporary because I still want my layout to be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, I don't know if this site of mine is private/trustworthy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that people are invading my privacy, because I know very well my blog is opened to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I don't know if writing all the happenings here would make me feel any better, or am I just looking for someone/something to vent my sorrows on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I totally agree with Min,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Now that I have a longer MSN list but fewer people to talk to, more hi-bye friends(oh the superficialness) and less of close friends in which you can spill your heart to&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough.&lt;br /&gt;Who can I spill my heart out to now?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Who will be the willing one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling all alone, who'll be willing to step forward &amp;amp; stand by me to chase the loneliness away?&lt;br /&gt;Who'll be the one to lend a shoulder/a helping hand when situations arises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've been emo-ing alot in the late entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to find my optimistic old self back &amp;amp; chase this sorrowful-not-pityful woman away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Friends who want to meet me out, give me some time. I'm a little hard up now due to a long story. But contact me! I'll find time to meet up soon. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really will. Cause there's too many friendships lost due to A'levels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell.&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/21089607-3298623720955073967?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3298623720955073967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/3298623720955073967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/nights-of-tearing.html' title='Nights of tearing'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SFFcbvnHWnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/q37kNwPexuc/s72-c/medium_Sadness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7774676441926684632</id><published>2008-06-11T13:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:18:14.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake heart for a man</title><content type='html'>All the hard work's paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightsy, sis's wedding's over on monday.&lt;br /&gt;Too much details, shan't elaborate cause I'm really lazy. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, overall was a success &amp;amp; my sis was really really very prettaye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt &lt;em&gt;happy, upset, guilty, useless&lt;/em&gt; on the same day. Too much unhappy stuffs happened to me on my sis's joyous day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I caused more of a trouble, &amp;amp; am glad you still have your friends to help (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy new weds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it's over. I wont broad over it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been through a bridesmaid once, gained many precious experiences &amp;amp; learnt lessons from it. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa piang, the only thing I can't get over is some "PRO" make up artist shaved my brows (ANY-O-HOW!) My goooooooodness, &lt;strong&gt;I'm left with super-ugly-half-eyebrows la&lt;/strong&gt;!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;Super upset over it. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;My sis said I looked like a freak. Arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I still love the make up Guan's friend helped me put :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot for her help that day! (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm sorry for what happened alrights! Really am! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightsy, it's wednesday now, long after holidays started.&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing? Watching shows online everyday, sleeping on my bed once I open my books, eating &amp;amp; playing games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My excuses are gone, but why am I not a little more productive?&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I haven't touch my books ever since school ended. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-7774676441926684632?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7774676441926684632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7774676441926684632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/06/fake-heart-for-man.html' title='Fake heart for a man'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4617965016721658608</id><published>2008-05-30T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:26:56.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations to resistivity</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if it's just me, or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made someone angry today. I think he is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, truely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I've really never thought of blaming anyone for my poor studies.&lt;br /&gt;Not the teachers, not the friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been blaming myself ever since I gotten my first U-grade&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't please me nor you after you &lt;s&gt;ticked&lt;/s&gt; me off.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't angry thou. You did the right thing. I would probably still be in lala land if you didn't. :)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't continue to laugh because I dont realise that I'm the one at fault, but it is that I dont want to show that I was upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm sad that I'm such a disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks friend, really. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been half a year &amp;amp; What exactly have I done to all those promises I contemplated in order to achieve better grades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's me. I'm just not into studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to sacrifice mugging time for band camp in the expense of A levels? Or not.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I'm feeling guilty enough to this friend. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I made a conclusion today, more of like a decision.&lt;br /&gt;If it is what you want, then I shall leave it to be. I'm just an irritant.&lt;br /&gt;*Secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a useless me trying to climb to heights I can't reach. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When he closed his eyes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His heart was opened&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/21089607-4617965016721658608?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4617965016721658608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4617965016721658608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/temptations-to-resistivity.html' title='Temptations to resistivity'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-1015690075628002789</id><published>2008-05-27T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:43:36.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I reckon it’s again my turn</title><content type='html'>After two days of experience, I can officially declare that home is no goody environment for me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reaching home like 6 plus for Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is that I can finally rest my body with enough sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;But it doesnt really help much that I've done nothing before that, &amp;amp; I still proceed with enjoyments when I reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied sis to purchase her wedding stuffs in Chinatown on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught What Happens in Vegas with Fang Ling &amp;amp; Min Min today! :D&lt;br /&gt;Quite a nice show, worth the moneh moneh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home &amp;amp; there's still nothing done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I've not started on my mugging. ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; That's &lt;strong&gt;REEEEEEEEEEEEAL&lt;/strong&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, final decision is to stay back in school &lt;u&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/u&gt;, without fail. (like dont get temptations bring me to elsewhere please)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lucky there's wonderful poops who's there to accompany&lt;br /&gt;Like Fang Fang Ling Fing :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not any of those anonymous! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES NOODLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sometimes, if you do not wish to let someone know something, then don't try to mention anything with regards to it infront of that someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cause it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fell right through the cracks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; Now I’m trying to get back&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/21089607-1015690075628002789?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1015690075628002789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/1015690075628002789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-reckon-its-again-my-turn.html' title='I reckon it’s again my turn'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-2355216802484123814</id><published>2008-05-22T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:41:40.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't hesitate to play that shot again</title><content type='html'>I'm yours I'm yours (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. That's random. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AMALINA &amp;amp; CLARISSA LIMYILING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Na's birthday yesterday at Swensens &amp;amp; I'm happy that she's happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;She's the bestest best best friend I can ever have, be it in band, or not.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU NA, thanks for being there always, &lt;strong&gt;like really really always&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightsy, mentioned that I want to thank the long list of names that goes right down to the bottom of my heart, but I decided to do it in the band blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how open a blog can be. True.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think you're the only one in the world that's in such a miserable state, when you think you have only yourself to rely on, when you think the whole world's against you, &amp;amp; when everyone wants to bring you down, take a look around you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres poeple, &lt;strong&gt;THERE IS&lt;/strong&gt;, people who are in the same predicament as you. There &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; people who's stuck in the same torturous world as you. The world is wide, people don't have the same mindset nor thinking.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow or another, at least one more unknown, is facing the same dull walls, like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know people are not that kind afterall.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's for their own benefit. &amp;amp; When time comes, you see who's selfless enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thankyou for those who always stood by me &amp;amp; tried all means to cheer me up when I'm feeling lousy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;These people, &lt;u&gt;they will not be forgotten.&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's prettaye lousy for me, &amp;amp; people's telling me the same old thing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;"It's just a few more months, bear through it &amp;amp; dont give up!"&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the encouragement, but afterall, it's me. I don't have the motivation, I don't have the courage, I don't even have the faith.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being an &lt;s&gt;optimist&lt;/s&gt;, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay, this entry's getting a little boring, &amp;amp; it's getting so emotional. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes, end of ME entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP block test tomorrow, shall be off to reading GP articles now! (MIN JIA YOU!)&lt;br /&gt;TA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd like to run away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From you&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/21089607-2355216802484123814?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2355216802484123814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2355216802484123814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wont-hesitate-to-play-that-shot-again.html' title='I won&apos;t hesitate to play that shot again'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4229398627241470856</id><published>2008-05-20T00:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:10:39.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the sun shines bright in the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'M TOTALLY ZONED-OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Band BBQ/Outing ended with quite a success I guess :D&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful people makes wonderful experiences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, spent the whole day outside from late morning around 10 plus 11 for preparation &amp;amp; setting off to ECP before any other poops come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 13 &amp;amp; reached there around 2 plus. C12 is frigging far, much much further away from mac then I had expected. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to poops for wrong information, but still, everyone found their way. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many thanks to everyone who took their time off to attend this BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (like even thou there's still dreadful school the following day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 12 plus. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Details shall be up probably tomorrow if I still have the energy, WHY?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I left all my work dued tomorrow undone, &amp;amp; tomorrow's &lt;strong&gt;chionging-school-work day&lt;/strong&gt;! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightsy, not much photos to be put up thou, cause I was too busy cooking food for everyone that I dint go around camwhoring. ):&lt;br /&gt;Such a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yes, if you happen to wonder why I am still here when, hey look at the time! It's like 1.05AM?! Don't you have school tomorrow?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Yes I do have school, &amp;amp; I'm super tired, my legs are wobbly &amp;amp; blisters are everywhere. But poor me, I gotta wait till my hair dries up. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALrightsy, shall continue with this tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I hope I'd be in school on time &amp;amp; god bless me with enough energy through the lessons/lectures so I do not sleep &amp;amp; miss out on any lessons/lectures anymore. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thou I think I'd still fall asleep la. hahaha. Look at me weary eyes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA PEEEEEEEEPO! Nightsy &amp;amp; sweet dreams! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you changed for the better&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/21089607-4229398627241470856?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4229398627241470856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4229398627241470856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-sun-shines-bright-in-night.html' title='When the sun shines bright in the night'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5799997365129909893</id><published>2008-05-06T23:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:50:21.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gonna write you a love song</title><content type='html'>Kind of surprised that I actually show "ONLINE" status on MSN today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who know me well enough, or perhaps I told them before, naturally understand that I always appear offline, when I am actually online. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me why, I've got my own reasons to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, I'm showing online &amp;amp; I'm blogging, &amp;amp; I'm going to enter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; entries straight today. HAHAHA I'm doing everything I can with the net tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the thing is, I made an &lt;em&gt;inside bet&lt;/em&gt; with a beauty &amp;amp; we're both not allowed to come online for at least a week starting from tomorrow. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm going on hiatus again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the seven entries in one post, so this is to inform my loyal readers, like the countable few of min2, elaine, FG, &amp;amp; hmmmm, who else? Hahaha. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PUHLEASE DO NOT MOVE YOUR ITCHY HAND AND SCROLL DOWN THE PAGE TOO FAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There's a page break at the end of one entry so please do not continue to read forward because that's for the next day. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kind of lame shit but I'll really miss my com badly. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, 7 days without the net!!!!!!!! How much leisure &amp;amp; entertainment being cut off from me, &amp;amp; her man! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the sacrifice we have to make for A's/ God damn A's la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bet apart, saturday's concert was a blast! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally awesome, yes definitely. Photos not with me so am unable to post them up for sharing, but here's a video on one of our pieces played. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is damn cute/lame, however you wish to view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goldilocks and the Three Bears, Revisited/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYcNo3u8dfI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYcNo3u8dfI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot happened before/during/after concert &amp;amp; I'm too lazy to state everything down.&lt;br /&gt;Get back to details when I have the time to sit down infront of the com for long. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, slept over at friend's house &amp;amp; reached home bout 8 the next morning. &amp;amp; Zzzzz I slept soundly from 8 plus AM all the way to 10 plus PM with an hour of dinner inbetween. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please praise me for my ability to sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;No wait, praise my wonderful bed instead. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightsy, &amp;amp; today's SPA was, alrights, with lots of time remaining and was really afraid if I've missed anything out. &amp;amp; lucky for the spare time left &amp;amp; that I DID really check my work, I salvage my marks with few careless mistakes amended before handing up paper! Wooooosh! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept during Math Lecture. Was really tired &amp;amp; couldn't understand a thing of the Greek Mr G. was trying to teach. HAHA. &amp;amp; ended up spotted by Mr S. Gee. Damn embarassing. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in school with Elaine to wait for her friend &amp;amp; continued studying with casper &amp;amp; the rest till around 9 &amp;amp; went for dinner. HOMED thereafter! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the plan for the next 5 entries is to tell of a love story. Not sure if it interests you, but it's just to few up the emptyness &amp;amp; deadness of this blog. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Read this a long time back &amp;amp; felt that it was alrights, touching)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the story, enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: What I did for Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 17, 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Mina Nam. I’m 19, still very young, but I am dying. Not right now but my life is slowly fading away as I’m writing my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I’m sitting at ‘our’ spot. Mine and Eun Ji Won, the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is slowly beginning to set over the lake. I took a glance at my reflection in the water. My outside looks have changed drastically within the past few months, but the water reflected the true me. Inside I’m still the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done and given so much for love but never once, have I received it back from Ji Won. There are times that I wanted to tell him everything that I’ve done for him and make him love me back. But I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did what felt right. I keep giving Ji Won my love and I never asked for his love in return. Even though I’ll leave this world pretty soon, my love for him will still remain. My story begins when I first met Ji Won six years ago on this one fateful day. It all started out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF FIRST ENTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooooooooody nightsy poops! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightsy! 2nd entry :D HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: What I did for Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 31, 1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You better come back here you good for nothing brat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I covered my ears with my palms. That was my stepmother calling me. Her voice sounds murderous and I didn’t want to face her today. She had slapped and hit me too much already. I’m afraid I can’t take it anymore so I hid in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peeked through the crack in my closet and saw my stepmom with a really pissed off look on her face. She was holding that stick that I’m always afraid of. I winced thinking about how much it would hurt if she hits me with it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just thirteen and whoever said 13 was an unlucky number, they were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had died when I was just turning ten. Before she died she told me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world and how proud she was to be my mother. She said even though she’ll be gone, her love remains with me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down my cheeks. ‘If you love me mommy, how can you be so selfish to leave me?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now when I had turn 13 my dad had married Mok Young A, who is my stepmom today. She was a cold-hearted woman who tortured me all day. Any self-esteem I had for myself was shattered and I was living a nightmare.My closet door suddenly opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There you are you wicked girl!”&lt;br /&gt;My stepmom started cussing at me as she pulled me out and threw me onto the floor. I began to tremble because I knew what was going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whack whack whack.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried out in pain but I knew that no one is going to hear my cries. I desperately began to gasp for air. My heart was aching again. I couldn’t breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not again! Don’t you see how much you’re costing your father and me with your heart problems? If it wasn’t for all these medical bills we wouldn’t be so poor now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this heart condition where air would suddenly shut off and I couldn’t breathe. The doctors are trying to save me by giving me a respirator and pills, but they’re not sure how much longer I’ll be able to live. My dad (who was a pathetic excuse for a man) came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked down at me with sorrowful eyes. He held my stepmom’s arm lightly and said, “I think she had enough. You don’t want her to have another attack. Calm down and let’s have dinner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s why I’m hitting her!” she yelled. “She got detention and stayed after school for an hour. She was supposed to be home to go buy food for dinner and make it. Your daughter is so evil. She wants me to starve or something!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn’t get detention. The teacher wanted to talk to me about—"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was cut off by the whack of my stepmom’s stick. I cried silently in pain and turned away. I didn’t want to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad said, “Well, dinner’s just going to be a little late today. Mina, say sorry to your mom.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the pain, I managed to say, “Sorry mom. Please forgive me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad handed me some money. “Here. Go buy food to make mee-yuk-gook tonight.” My stepmom’s temper simmered down a little as my dad lead her out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the money and headed for the store. Mr. Choi, the owner of Choi Food Market, shook his head as I walked in. He knew what kind of hell I was going through. I finished my shopping and checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’ll be $3.49.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” I asked. “Umm…Mr. Choi. That’s impossible. With all this stuff it should be around $15.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know Mina.” Mr. Choi gave me a sad smile. “The exact price is $14.32. Why don’t you keep the change for yourself?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my mouth in shock. “Mr. Choi…I..I can’t do that,” I said as I handed him 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He only took five. “No. Keep it. I know that stepmom of yours don’t give you any money.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at Mr. Choi with tears in my eyes. Here he was, just a friend reaching out to me. I said thanks and headed for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF SECOND ENTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooooooooody nightsy poops! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd entry for the 3rd day of hiatus! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: What I did for Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a shortcut home but as I passed the alley, a hand pulled me in. I was knocked to the ground and a shadow hovered over me. I began to scream but the same hand covered my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up or I’ll kill you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut my mouth instantly. I didn’t want to die yet. In the moon’s reflection I got a good look of my attacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a boy who looked a little bit older than me. His face and clothes were dirty but he had really good features so I could tell he was extremely good-looking. But this was not a time to think about such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held a table knife at my throat and said, “Give me all your money or I’ll kill you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked but I knew what to do. I used the move I wanted to use on my stepmom every time she pinned me down and hit me. I kicked him hard, right into his family jewels. He gasped and fell to the floor, dropping the knife. I picked up my groceries and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c.casalemedia.com/c?s=52536&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;id=4434914517.041405" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can call me the dumbest person alive. I was afraid I had kicked the boy too hard and permanently damaged him. Besides, since my life is hell already, I didn’t want him to go through it too. So I turned back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to the alley, the boy was still lying on the floor. He was moaning softly. I lifted him up gently. “Are you okay?” I asked. He shook his head no. “I’m sorry,” I said to him. I reached into my pocket and pulled the money Mr. Choi gave me. “If you need money, then here. All I have is ten dollars.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed the money in his hand and walked away. He looked at me with this weird expression that I couldn’t read. I picked up my groceries and this time I left without turning back. I could tell the boy was watching me as I was walking away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alittle short, but yes, end of third entry!&lt;br /&gt;NO PEEPING AHEAD!! Integrity people :D&lt;br /&gt;TA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th entry in the post HAHAHA. this is getting stupid xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: What I did for Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared at the girl who had just walked away. She must be the nicest or dumbest person in this world,’ he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to stand up but had to use the wall for balance. That girl had kicked him a little too hard. Ji Won had just run away from home again. He had run away so many times that the alley was his second home. When he ran away he always stole his parents’ money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the richest people in all of Hawaii but they were also the most messed up family. His dad would have a lot of women with him and would betray a friend if it would bring him money. His mom, on the other hand, was an exact duplicate of his dad. She always had these young men around her and spent money like crazy. His parents were divorced and lived on opposite ends of Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Bitch and bastard,’ thought Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When he ran away this time, he didn’t have the chance to steal any money from his dad. So he had no choice but to rob somebody. When he saw the young girl walking out of the store, she seemed to be the perfect target. But things didn’t turn out as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won kept wondering why the girl gave him the money even though he could have killed her. Ji Won knew he couldn’t take the money because she was the first person in his messed up life that was nice to him because she wanted to be, not because she wanted something from him. He wanted to give the money back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When he gained some of his strength back, he began to chase her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another short one&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; REMINDER: NO PEEPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams poops! (:&lt;br /&gt;TA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: What I did for Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, I was greeted by the usual words. ‘Ugly wretch, wicked girl, freeloader, etc.’ but luckily I made it through dinner fine. When dinner ended, my parents went to sleep leaving me with the dishes. I cleaned the table and washed the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took out the trash and then suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind. My attacker turned me around to face him. It was the same boy I met in the alley. I began to panic.“I gave you all my money already! What more do you want from me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised a finger to his lips and tried to shush me. I felt one of my attacks coming on. I started to hyperventilate and couldn’t breathe. I was beginning to black out.Ji Won looked at the girl who looked like she was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my God! Are you okay?”&lt;br /&gt;This time it was the girl’s turn to shake her head no. Then she collapsed in his arms. Ji Won didn’t know what to do but he had to save her life. He began to give her mouth to mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on,” he whispered to her. “Breathe. Don’t die on me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while she began coughing and opened her eyes.I opened my eyes and saw a blurry object heading towards me. Then I felt something soft pressing against my lips and I felt a gust of air. Then I realized the boy was giving me air. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I blushed and gently pushed him away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Thank you for saving me. I’m okay now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy turned slightly red. “Uhh…you’re welcome. You kinda scared me there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry about that. Well, what is it that you want from me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here.” He handed me back the same ten dollars I had given him. I looked up at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s okay. Keep it. I think you need it or you wouldn’t have tried to rob me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head. “No. I just wanted to borrow it only. I don’t take charity. Well, goodbye.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he walked away, I heard his stomach grumble. I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t laugh. Since he didn’t take charity, I said, “Um, hey. I just made some food and I don’t know if it’s good or not. I need a guinea pig because I don’t want to serve it to my parents if it isn’t and besides, you did save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at her. ‘Why is she being so nice to me?’ he thought. He knew she was just saying that because she heard him say he doesn’t want charity. Ji Won’s stomach was growling like crazy. He hasn’t eaten for 2 days already and the mention of food was killing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, okay. I guess I’ll be your guinea pig since I have nothing to do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He studied her face as she smiled at him. ‘She’s pretty,’ he thought as he smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF FIFTH ENTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: What I did for Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 6&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the boy wait outside as I got some of the leftover mee-yuk-gook for him. He finished it in less than a minute. Then he leaned back and sighed. Out of nowhere, he let out a burp. I had to giggle. He looked at me and smiled.“Sorry about that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated before I asked him the next question. “Umm…so what’s your name?” He glanced at me and then stared at the ground. I could tell he was debating to tell me his real name or not. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to telling me his name. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won looked at her surprised. “No! It isn’t that!” he yelled. She stared back at him surprised too. Then he lowered his voice. “I’m sorry. Please don’t misunderstand.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded her head slowly and Ji Won can tell that she was confused. Ji Won felt that he could trust her and he wanted her to be his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Eun Ji Won and you are?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nam Mi-Na, but call me Mina. It’s easier to remember.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she gave him the sweetest smile. Ji Won felt his heart beat a little faster when she smiled at him. He blushed and looks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So uh, how old are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“13,” she replied. “And you Ji Wonee?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled when she called him that. “I’m 15,” he said turning back to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“15?” I asked in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are your parents oppa? You’re too young to be living in the streets.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged his shoulders. “I can take care of myself.” I gave him a doubting look because he was trying to pull that tough guy act on me. “It’s okay though,” he told me. “I have a family. It’s just that things are bad at home so I’m just getting away from it for a while.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘So he ran away,’ I figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell that Ji Won was a good person. “Do you have a place to stay tonight?” He shook his head. “How about staying in my room then,” I offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won couldn’t believe his ears. He stared at Mina. ‘Did she just offer him a place to stay?’“Ji Won?” Mina asked as she waved a hand in front of his face. “Are you okay?”Ji Won shook his head and snapped out of it. She placed her hand on his knee. “Oppa, I asked if you want to stay in my room for tonight?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won was so touched that he felt his heartache. No one had ever cared about him so much but he didn’t want to feel as though he owed her. “No thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mina looked at him with her big sad eyes. “Please oppa? I’m afraid of the dark.” Ji Won smiled. He knew she was lying so he would say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in his life, Ji Won felt warm inside because now he is wanted. He let out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aigo Mina, okay. You talked me into it. But just for tonight though.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She giggled and nodded.“Okay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF SIXTH ENTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gooooooooooody nightsy poops! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th May 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: What I did for Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Part 7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently, I led Ji Won into my room. My room was small and luckily, it was far away from my parents so they can’t hear much. I let Ji Won have the bed while I take the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘Why does the floor have to be so cold and hard?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ji Won stared down at Mina who was trying to sleep on the cold stone floor. He picked her up easily and lifted her onto the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oppa? What are you doing?” I whispered as my eyes grew wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you trust me?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good,” he said. “This bed is small but it’ll fit both of us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes grew wider at what Ji Won had just said. But I had just told him that I trust him. I couldn’t take my words back so I had no choice but to sleep with him. We both got in my bed and slept side-by-side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous, I couldn’t sleep. Ji Won, on the other hand, had no problem. He fell asleep instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my head over to look at him. His face was so innocent like an angel when he was sleeping. Who would have thought he was such a devil when he’s awake and moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour had passed and it was 3’ in the morning. I still couldn’t sleep. Suddenly something weird happen. Ji Won turned his entire body around and did a 360, kicking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ow!” I cried out but covered my mouth so my parents wouldn’t hear me. When he was done, he had this happy look on his face. At first I thought he was just playing with me but he really did do a 360 in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he reached over and held me tight. My entire body went tense and rigid. I could feel Ji Won’s light breathing on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why but now that Ji Won was this close (practically laying on top of me) made me feel better. It’s probably cause I’ve never been this close to a person in a long time. Soon I began to fall asleep too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF SEVENTH ENTRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh day finally gone. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I'll soon be back into action! :D&lt;br /&gt;(story to be continued)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-5799997365129909893?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5799997365129909893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5799997365129909893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-not-gonna-write-you-love-song.html' title='I&apos;m not gonna write you a love song'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4268061944347798721</id><published>2008-05-05T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:43:56.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugger time starts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OFFICIAL DECLARATION OF TEE KAI LI BECOMING A MUGGER/NERD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196948914315449170" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SB9FgMGf01I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Joy0yWS125M/s400/f28f9ac4a13240c9i3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. * Clap hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou Thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;Promised my two DMNV of my studying plan after concert ends.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, &lt;em&gt;concert ended&lt;/em&gt;, &amp;amp; it's time for me to mug like mad. I need to do real catching up of work &amp;amp; get my butt down to some serious studying. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging Mentality: Starts from 05/05/08&lt;br /&gt;Mugging Week: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE SEE ME IN YJC LIBRARY MUGGING HARD EVERYDAY AFTER SCHOOL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Don't feel shy. HAHA. Can always come sit beside me &amp;amp; study with me alrights! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* If you're not afraid of me hounding you like a ghost asking for clarification. xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for elaine's birthday/concert photooooooooooos. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;My blog's like so dead. So dead. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-4268061944347798721?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4268061944347798721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4268061944347798721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/05/mugger-time-starts.html' title='Mugger time starts'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/SB9FgMGf01I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Joy0yWS125M/s72-c/f28f9ac4a13240c9i3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-2381421565519064147</id><published>2008-04-19T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:36:43.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet sugar memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELAINE LOW FANG LING! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your favourite colour &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEEEEEEEN&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;Puhleaseeeeee take goooooody goooood gooood good care of your pet - flamingo! Don't torture it I tell you! HAHAHA! &lt;strong&gt;LOVE IT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightsy. I super uber duper tired/worned out by Fang Ling's birthday bash &amp;amp; it's preparation. Got to take a real rest now. Updates in next entry. &amp;amp; I know she loves MIN truckloads man! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-2381421565519064147?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2381421565519064147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2381421565519064147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweet-sugar-memories.html' title='Sweet sugar memories'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-8794476926178459641</id><published>2008-04-15T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:11:02.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies</title><content type='html'>I just finished typing a whole loooooooooon page of entry &amp;amp; my com's an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;It disconnected &amp;amp; didn't back up my copy in the drafts, so now it's gone, vanished. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my entry for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, that whole page consists of (what I still remember vaguely):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is greeeeeeeat/terrific/superb/fabulous/awesome/fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I mean "feeling of leaving school when the sky still streams few beams of light (7 plus), &amp;amp; reaching home around 9 plus instead of the usual horrendous 11. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had a goooooooody gooooood sleep &amp;amp; I feel wonderful now! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been going on for me the past few days/weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I practically do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reluctantly wake up super early in the morning &amp;amp; prepare for not-so-looking-forward-to school&lt;br /&gt;2. Bear through the looooooooooong horrible/torturing/terrible/excruciating hours of lectures/tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;3. Feed on the same food in the same-old-canteen everyday - Chee cheong fan &amp;amp; more salty please! :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Long hours of dreadful school finally ends &amp;amp; still drag myself to Band for another 3-4 hours of horrible drain-all-of-my-remaining-energy-away practices.&lt;br /&gt;5. Dinner-ed at LJS for practically every dinner with band poops&lt;br /&gt;6. Wait for bus home - 15 mins&lt;br /&gt;7. Sleep during the journey home - 45 mins&lt;br /&gt;8.Reach home at 11 &amp;amp; go straight to bed because there's no possibility that I'd still have any type of energy left in me.&lt;br /&gt;9. Here's roughly what I've been up to everyday in school.&lt;br /&gt;TERRIBLE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My school life's boring/torturing &amp;amp; it sucks, like totally. Thankyou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's getting &amp;amp; letting all the stress get to them. It's tough. Real tough.&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold on, but my hands are slippery enough to cause me to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless band pracs &amp;amp; homework. Teachers giving up on students/me.&lt;br /&gt;Amount of work to be caught up &amp;amp; doubts to be clarified, infinity.&lt;br /&gt;I'm way behind everyone, &amp;amp; what th am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm taking all the work too slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gonna fail myself with A's badly if I am still not willing to start working hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's always excuses to push aside what needs to be done &amp;amp; save me from all the torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always a reason for me to dump my work aside for sleep/play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know band's taking up ALL of my time. But it's just for another two weeks. Everything's gone by then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real mugging starts in two weeks' time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; I swear it's for real this time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside,&lt;br /&gt;Class's getting better, I mean, the atmosphere probably?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still love DMNVs as much as ever :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are my perpetual bliss! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my eyesight's getting from bad to very bad, to worse, to very worse!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; It's irritating me alot. ): I'm turning blind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightsy! Enough of all my blabbers, back to bed now!&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are hurting - sign for me to go back to bed!&lt;br /&gt;TA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FYI: Friday's PTD &amp;amp; it sucks. Cause I need to find reasons/excuses to stop my M_m from meeting GSL! HAHA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd take another chance, take a fall &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a shot for you&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/21089607-8794476926178459641?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8794476926178459641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8794476926178459641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-is-like-dew-that-falls-on-both.html' title='Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-6585912096469506510</id><published>2008-04-01T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:44:20.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Droughts &amp; floods, north &amp; south</title><content type='html'>Alrightsy! Just a few minutes before the day ends! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOLSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. What a day to start with, like three rounds on the track in the early beautiful morning &amp;amp; NINE FRIGGIN' BUCKS *POOOOOOOOF! on a pathetic ride to school in cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starting point&lt;/strong&gt;: AMK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destination&lt;/strong&gt;: Yishun Junior College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far apart can these two places be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FYI, I'm supposed to be saving moneh moneh moneh. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, looked awfully pathetic after run &amp;amp; had to endure through national anthem &amp;amp; pledge taking. Horrible. x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got tricked like 467392756738 times in a day cos' of APRIL FOOL LA!&lt;br /&gt;Ogay, I know I &lt;strong&gt;AM&lt;/strong&gt; a very gooooody prey who falls into tricks easily. Like so dumb. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Super embarrassing la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Math lessons/night revision that got me tricked/confused for the whole day,&lt;br /&gt;2. "Hey, there's something on your face/mouth/lips" that ACTUALLY GOT ME TO GO WIPING THAT &lt;em&gt;ASS THING&lt;/em&gt; OFF (Which doesn't exactly exist afterall HAHA),&lt;br /&gt;3. "Stop eating Linn, teacher's coming your way"&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't play ____ anymore cause my asthma's acting up badly" Which got me reeeeeeally worried&lt;br /&gt;5. "Gee, I sent a wrong text to a classmate which was meant for my girlfriend! ): *Shows the sad face, &amp;amp; smiles &amp;amp; say: &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY APRIL FOOL&lt;/strong&gt;!! When I tried to console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Many more other stuffs that kind of cheered me up even thou they were all meant to trick/embarrass me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this small little something that you poops do for me made me feel great. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all that I need for the survival in YJC are friends like you'll that I can turn to whether I'm up/down!&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;amp; that includes DMNVs too. Like the one who says "I'm the leader of DMNV!" hahaha :D She's just not satisfied with just being a member. &lt;em&gt;Maybe being a leader is a bigger DMNV?!&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA! xD kidding alrights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightsy, am reeeeeeeeeeally tired out by the day &amp;amp; I need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's running in my useless brain &amp;amp; I have no idea what's more urgent or how do I resolve all the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world's turning topsy turvy, upside down.&lt;br /&gt;Total messy-ness &amp;amp; I have no clue/idea how to clear it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said come on let's dance, we've got to take our chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You whispered in my ear, you wanna get out of here&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/21089607-6585912096469506510?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6585912096469506510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/6585912096469506510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/04/droughts-floods-north-south.html' title='Droughts &amp; floods, north &amp; south'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-4561169049378996587</id><published>2008-04-01T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:38:37.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheel of the World</title><content type='html'>Been busy with school/band again that I don't have the time to come back here.&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for no updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, band practices are getting sickening-ly looooooooong &amp;amp; draggy.&lt;br /&gt;Three days per week plus it ends at like 8 plus everytime?! Gees. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that I still have alot of long-overdue-d homework &amp;amp; alot more new ones coming my way, I can foresee that I have less time/energy to come online to update entries or to even finish any other assignments. x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Marsiling Sec's concert last Saturday. &lt;strong&gt;WAS AWESOME I TELL YOU&lt;/strong&gt;. The band's fab!&lt;br /&gt;It triggered my temptation to going back to BPS alumni band more frequently. :D&lt;br /&gt;But no I can't, in fact, I don't even have the time to go back. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the old poops. I miss all the fun. &lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; I miss all the quarrels even&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should really pick your choice of seats in the lecture hall that &lt;strong&gt;ECONOMIC&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MONSTER A&lt;/strong&gt; reigns.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 &lt;strong&gt;NEVER sit at the last row&lt;/strong&gt; (especially on her right hand side)&lt;br /&gt;#2 NEVER sit directly infront of her&lt;br /&gt;#3 NEVER sit in the middle or the top few rows where it is within her range of sight&lt;br /&gt;#4 NEVER shoot a blank look back to her when she poses a question (even when she's not exactly directing it to you)&lt;br /&gt;#4 NEVER sit too comfprtably (for e.g. slouching/leaning against the chair)&lt;br /&gt;#5 NEVER say you don't know how to answer/do her question&lt;br /&gt;#6 NEVER yawn, NOT even if you cover up your mouth&lt;br /&gt;#7 You really should NEVER try to doze off in her class&lt;br /&gt;#8 NEVER/DON'T try to test her paitience (cos' she don't have one)&lt;br /&gt;#9 NEVER let her catch you outside enjoying yourself e.g. near the money changer/inside joke (if she knows you)&lt;br /&gt;#10 NEVER let her catch you with short skirt (automatically go get yourself a new piece at the GO if she really catches you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can consider the following suggestions helpful:&lt;br /&gt;#1 &lt;strong&gt;SIT at the bottom corners&lt;/strong&gt; (usually in the dark)&lt;br /&gt;#2 JUST SIT ANYWHERE THAT'S NOT WITHIN HER RANGE OF SIGHT IN THE LT&lt;br /&gt;#3 MOVE your mouth even if nothing comes out of it (cos' there will always be people answering something)&lt;br /&gt;#4 SAY yes/no when she asks "YES/NO?!"&lt;br /&gt;#5 LISTEN CAREFULLY &amp;amp; repeat whatever &lt;strong&gt;first word&lt;/strong&gt; that she said (cos' she'd usually go on after hearing the first sound that comes out of your mouth)&lt;br /&gt;#6 AUTOMATICALLY apologise to her (even when you're not in the wrong) when she starts screaming at you&lt;br /&gt;#7 PLEASE RUN TO LT IF YOU'RE 5MINS BEFORE BELL RINGS, cos' she'll already be starting lecture. No, you're not late for classes, you're &lt;strong&gt;LATE FOR &lt;u&gt;HER CLASS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's definitely many more DO's &amp;amp; DONT's if you're a student under her.&lt;br /&gt;Above mentioned are just some pointers that might help you stay away from unneccessary trouble/screamings/scoldings &lt;strong&gt;for the time being, only&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something lighter to end of this looooooooong entry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt; How do you confuse a blonde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt; You don't. They're born that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Won't be updating that often now. &lt;s&gt;Busy school life sucks shiat&lt;/s&gt;. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm just dreaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counting the ways to where you are&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/21089607-4561169049378996587?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4561169049378996587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/4561169049378996587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/04/wheel-of-world.html' title='Wheel of the World'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-2244939948704843700</id><published>2008-03-26T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T02:39:11.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You won't find this new song</title><content type='html'>Gee. Look at the time woman, why ain't you asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/s&gt;, wrong, I mean &lt;strong&gt;today's a school day&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Like school starts in exactly &lt;u&gt;FIVE HOURS &amp;amp; FIFTEEN MINS&lt;/u&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I don't feel like it's school tomorrow/today? Holiday's too long that I'm drowning myself in the holiday mood again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be hard to bring me back to the studious mode! &amp;amp; that's kinda bad, not kinda, very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Vantage Point today/yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around hub before &amp;amp; after movie &amp;amp; kept bump-ing into Andria &amp;amp; her friends. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Feels as thou we're stalking them stalking us. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even bumped into each other in the same theatre &amp;amp; same row! How coincidental fate can be. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, Vantage Point was nice. [:&lt;br /&gt;The twist &amp;amp; turns &amp;amp; the way you view something from different perspectives kind of amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;How'd you know the one whom you trusted most would turn out to be the one who wants to harm/make use of you? x/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poops pang seh-ed. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to cash converter shop (some shop I've never heard of in my 17.5 years of living, haha) &amp;amp; NTUC to shop for snacks &amp;amp; sweets for junior's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home-ed &amp;amp; started on junior's gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I should put in my bag for tomorrow's school.&lt;br /&gt;My room's like a rubbish dump &amp;amp; I have no time to clear it. Geeeeeees :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, my layout's done! :D prettaye simple &amp;amp; I love it. Just waiting for photos to be found &amp;amp; edited! Happy happy happy. &lt;strong&gt;I'm retarded, thankyou/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PHOTOS UP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cards for juniors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181744491792081618" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/R-lBKUYaotI/AAAAAAAAAOg/suxC4KfhU5Q/s320/DSC02845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181744500382016226" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/R-lBK0YaouI/AAAAAAAAAOo/a6h_40ksako/s320/DSC02846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181745539764101970" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/R-lCHUYao1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/MjBUSHoHkP8/s320/DSC02848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haji lane-d:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181745634253382514" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/R-lCM0Yao3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/EXsY0ikkBoU/s400/joined2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elaine/Min/Winnie/Linn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181743353625748098" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/R-lAIEYaooI/AAAAAAAAAN4/T1mCjY1oHjg/s320/DSC02828edited000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go shop upstairs :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181744487497114290" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/R-lBKEYaorI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2cSl64UQLb0/s320/DSC02834edited000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prettaye shot puhleasee x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181743353625748114" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/R-lAIEYaopI/AAAAAAAAAOA/BCxzouqPw-Y/s320/DSC02832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181744483202146978" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/R-lBJ0YaoqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2z_DZgkY1r0/s320/DSC02833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken long long long time ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181739921946878514" style="CURSOR: default" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/R-k9AUYaojI/AAAAAAAAANQ/oM9JSEDkk7s/s400/joined.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spot the difference! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodle noodles! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart&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/21089607-2244939948704843700?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2244939948704843700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2244939948704843700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-wont-find-this-new-song.html' title='You won&apos;t find this new song'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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://bp2.blogger.com/_28nCu5xoCRk/R-lBKUYaotI/AAAAAAAAAOg/suxC4KfhU5Q/s72-c/DSC02845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-5394762670156405156</id><published>2008-03-25T00:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T03:45:56.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't lose your way, with each passing day</title><content type='html'>{edited}&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling too good now, unsafe/insecure, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not locking my blog, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bloghopping a lil &amp;amp; realised that &lt;strong&gt;everyone's inter-linked&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You never know how far your links can go to. Seen much of those whom I havent seen in years &amp;amp; those who changed sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you get all the anonymous viewing your site without you knowing who they are.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just having a weird feeling, probably don't feel good having people to trespass without me knowing. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; All these discoveries, all thanks to TAN. You're such a bad influence! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes I'm bad-mouthing you so you better find my blog &amp;amp; see this quick! :D jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 400px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Announcement:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooooooos guys! If you're viewing my site, &amp;amp; you happen to see this, &amp;amp; you happen to have linked me in your site, can you please kindly remove it? HAHA. THANKYOU A MILLION &amp;amp; sorry for the trouble! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That apart,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was unforgettable because everything I've never knew/experienced before, I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked from PS to Orchard, &amp;amp; Orchard to Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;s&gt;bored&lt;/s&gt; ourselves at rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;ran in &amp;amp; out of trains&lt;/strong&gt; unexpectedly, &amp;amp; spent 1.5 hours (instead of just 45mins) just taking a ride from Cityhall to CCK.&lt;br /&gt;We took the LRT, on the wrong side.&lt;br /&gt;We walked over to a coffee shop &amp;amp; thought we could catch soccer there, but they switched off the TV instead.&lt;br /&gt;We waited for Nightride, only to realise it doesn't service on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed over at Xiang Wen's house &amp;amp; I finally saw TAN's true colours! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a god-damn stalker, &amp;amp; he's definitely got split personality, I swear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every experience of yesterday, once will do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside joke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home 8.00 this morning &amp;amp; slept till 4.30&lt;br /&gt;Woke up only to realise that DMN's out already, &amp;amp; decided to postpone movie to a later timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met 3 DMNs &amp;amp; chatted &amp;amp; photoshot :)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I had to run off but I promise to make up for it alrights! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways I dint manage to catch a movie in the end, because we were late &amp;amp; dint feel like waiting for next timing.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to liquid kitchen for chats &amp;amp; cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a change in layout. Wait till I have the time to do so. Time's running out on me!&lt;br /&gt;Let me work something out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People look at you and smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So why'd you look at me and frown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;{/edited}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-5394762670156405156?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5394762670156405156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/5394762670156405156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-lose-your-way-with-each-passing.html' title='Don&apos;t lose your way, with each passing day'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-2779391333801963668</id><published>2008-03-22T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:15:57.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll give you a little room</title><content type='html'>I've been missing out on alot. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed out all the fun that I should be having.&lt;br /&gt;Regretting, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm a F.rich kid in my next life. Please god, today's Easter.&lt;br /&gt;Grant me my little humble wish. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21089607-2779391333801963668?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2779391333801963668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/2779391333801963668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/03/ill-give-you-little-room.html' title='I&apos;ll give you a little room'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-8023977178222438320</id><published>2008-03-21T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T00:43:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday that I'm here with you</title><content type='html'>HERE'S THE OFFICIAL DECLARATION OF: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;END OF JC2 TERM TWO BLOCK TEST :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC2s who have a long weekend holiday of FIVE lucky days pleaseeeeeee cheer as loud as you can :D&lt;br /&gt;You don't get this often, not often in two years time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;K-therapy-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today! :D Happiness happiness happiness&lt;br /&gt;Had maths trail briefing after Maths paper &amp;amp; it's super horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Why why why, do they always have to seperate me from my DMNs?! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I don't want to be in a totally different group whom I know &lt;strong&gt;NONE&lt;/strong&gt; of the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm shy&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA no la. But seriously, I'm not used to interacting with someone whom I do not know of well enough. Plus I got to sit down at the station with them for like the whole morning till noon &amp;amp; what else can we do except for the casual talks like: &lt;em&gt;what subject combi do you take? how's YJ (obvious answer), what class are you from, &amp;amp; blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't expect much from me cause I'm not gooooood in interaction, not at all. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So pleaseeeeee, teachers, spare me the horror. PLEASEEEEE PLEASE PLEASE allow me to change my groupings. ):&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably really skip the whole thing if I'm not allowed to change grouping. Haha. shall see how. I PRAY MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to Marina for K-therapy, &amp;amp; spent 21 bucks on the pathetic service. Marina's got the worst service out of all the K that I went to. ): Spoils mooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, DMNs made it all worthwhile &amp;amp; enjoyable! :D&lt;br /&gt;FG FG FG FG FG FG came to K to :D Miss you la ghost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she left early ): Forgot about her wallet still! hahahha. Muddlehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to Haji Lane, MIN2 showed us the way! Great sense of direction hur! (:&lt;br /&gt;Haji Lane's got rather coooooooolios shops but stuffs sold are at a super high price. Not yet so affordable for me now. HAHA. Maybe ten years down the road yes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, had fun shopping around &amp;amp; made serious embarassment when me &amp;amp; winnie thought a fake (old fashioned) payphone was working. Was even prepared to throw in the coin to make calls when the sales asst stopped us in time to tell us it was a fake/not working. HAHA. DAMN DAMN DAMN embarassing la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIN2 bought a shirt for her friend! Kind of cooolios. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to a dessert shop after that to rest our feet. Dessert sold there was fabulous! the one that I ordered was reeeeeeeeally nice. Thou I've never tasted other desserts before cause I think desserts are disgusting. hahaha. Mine was filled with ice, redbeas, some sea coconut &amp;amp; most importantly, the balls they made out of glutinous rice ingredients! Wonderful! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie got herself some mango steamed milk I think, &amp;amp; MIN2 &amp;amp; Elaine got the other stuffs (I don't know what they're called. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, walked over to bugis junction &amp;amp; decided to leave for home around 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home 12 instead. HAHA. We had a hearty talk! :D &amp;amp; I love it. We reeeeeally should have more of this! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is to MIN2&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't worry too much alrights. You don't have to do exactly what we told you to. But take into considerations our suggestions for you. If you think you don't need to do so then don't think about anything else. :D &amp;amp; don't worry la. we're always here to help you distract yourself! HAHA divert your attention away. Enjoy school after wed hur! :D LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tell myself today would be the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But everytime, I lose my nerve&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/21089607-8023977178222438320?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8023977178222438320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/8023977178222438320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/03/everyday-that-im-here-with-you.html' title='Everyday that I&apos;m here with you'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21089607.post-7640702628940810234</id><published>2008-03-16T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T04:06:48.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk down our seperate roads</title><content type='html'>I suddenly had the urge to go blog-hopping, when I chanced upo many blog, those whom I've never visted before &amp;amp; those whom I've not visited for a looong long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I shan't complain about school anymore. I know there's plenty out there who's feeling the same way that I do, or even much worse than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've neglected too much of my friends due to school &amp;amp; band that I guess it's time for me to make time for myself &amp;amp; for them for amendments to be done, before I lose anymore precious friendships. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chomps &amp;amp; prata house because that's where all my friends bring me laughter &amp;amp; joy for that moment, &amp;amp; to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the days where we spend our nights chatting &amp;amp; walking down the streets together. We stayed over &amp;amp; thought of all the silly games to keep ourselves awake. We cooked &lt;em&gt;chao ta&lt;/em&gt; food &amp;amp; still fed them to everyone &amp;amp; everyone ate them. We shared happy &amp;amp; unhappy tales &amp;amp; we spoke of everything under the sun. We laughed at even the slightest thing that could happen to anyone of us. The way we held onto each other, not letting anyone fall to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's clear in our hearts, but as we move on with our lives, we forgot to greet each other on festivals, we forgot to send a little message to wish them a happy birthday, we forgot to ring them up to see if they're doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to make amendments &amp;amp; I've got to cherish more, what I've got, I don't want to lose any of them anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keeping it inside it's killing me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause all I ever want, it comes right down to you&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/21089607-7640702628940810234?l=goonydee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7640702628940810234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21089607/posts/default/7640702628940810234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goonydee.blogspot.com/2008/03/walk-down-our-seperate-roads.html' title='Walk down our seperate roads'/><author><name>SACCHARINA :D</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></entry></feed>
