<?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-14124462</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:05:47.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vintage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-113065739120484474</id><published>2005-10-30T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T15:29:51.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E came into the fitting room and started fucking Joellie and I up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E:&lt;/strong&gt; Did you girls give the number tags?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No, we didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E:&lt;/strong&gt; Why didn't you give? -demanding an answer-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; We're too busy to give those tags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. Too busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E:&lt;/strong&gt; That is not an excuse. If the manager comes in, you'll tell her the same? Uh? UH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; But we're really too busy lahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E:&lt;/strong&gt; Uh. Then you tell the manager that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jol:&lt;/strong&gt; Tell lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E walked out of the fitting room. Yes, it's our fault for not giving out the number tags. However, what is up with her fucking attitude? She demanded an answer from us and seriously, her pitch and tone fucked us up majorly. Can't you just say "&lt;em&gt;you girls should give the tags because...&lt;/em&gt;" and period right there. She kept mentioning the manager like some fucking bootlicker. You like to be the manager's pet so much? Then you'll forever be their pet and always under them -rolls eye. The manager came into the fitting room the next moment. Obviously, E went to report on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joellie and I decided to quit. I don't care about the salary anymore. I want my last week of holidays rather than to coop in that fuckhole facing those fucktards. The public holiday coming right up will have two full shift humans not available and I shall see how they're gonna suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why they keep on giving us a hard time. All those bitchings behind our backs and those attitude they gave us ain't doing them any good. Why can't they just leave us alone? We're there for only 1 month and that's all. They don't gain anything from fucking us up but they just love to do it so much. What a major fuckhole! I'm thankful that I'm just a temporary staff who don't need that job for a living while the rest do. If they think they're so great, let them be. At least I get to be educated and they don't. I don't want spend my life folding clothes and get fucked by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BYE!&lt;/strong&gt; -rolls eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-113065739120484474?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/113065739120484474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/113065739120484474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113065739120484474' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-113055696632771687</id><published>2005-10-29T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T11:36:06.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a Saturday and I've to slog for work. I totally HATE working now and I can't stop complaining about it -shrugs. Audrey left for Kuala Lumpur already. I feel so lifeless now. Anyways 3rd November's my last day of work! PLEASE LET THAT DAY COME FASTER ALIL BIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne's holding this party on 19th December at Chinablack. I was told to blog this out to publicise for her. Check this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Julianne's" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/684d52e8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so call her for the tickets okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-113055696632771687?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/113055696632771687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/113055696632771687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113055696632771687' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-113043070580254112</id><published>2005-10-28T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:31:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made a big fat lie today to have the management change my morning shift to afternoon shift for I woke up late. Connie came to town for half an hour just to accompany me ; what a sweet girlfriend ehs? I'm in a dilemma of quitting my job or otherwise. I'll sacrifice my last week of holidays for shopping sprees and vice versa. What am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popped over to Starbucks at Specialist Shopping Centre to catch Wendy in action. That dood like panicking because I saw his hands shaking so badly when he served this man. He's going to kill me if he reads this. I don't understand why he shook so badly. I don't get nervous when the customers all flock to me at once during work. By the way, I came to realise something. Customers' pleasure leads to my misery. When I was doing my closing [folding every single item nicely and neatly], customers were shopping and messing up everything. I hate it when they just mess up everything I did seconds ago, especially those who don't have any intentions of getting anything. Sometimes I wish I could just scream at those women who shop at our closing hour, "CAN YOU GET THE ****ING HELL OUTTA THE SHOP? CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE CLOSING AND I'M TRYING TO GET THE MERCHANDISE IN PLACE NICELY?" -rolls eye. I may sound damn rude here but you should have a taste of being a retail associate. You'll be as mad as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-113043070580254112?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/113043070580254112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/113043070580254112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113043070580254112' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-113034809801322356</id><published>2005-10-27T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T01:34:58.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall make this short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I closed my eyes, I felt the ground spinning. I was dizzy while working earlier on. Great, all thanks to that 26 hours anti sleep. Anyways, I nearly wanted to just resign right at that instant today. I hate working and that's for sure. But for the sake of my shopping sprees and that ipod mini, I'll slog and slave until the very last day. I'm determined -nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahniela lost her handphone today. I'm worried for her because it isn't that handphone that matters but those precious messages that she kept. Memories are afterall ought to be kept in our mind and heart. I hope she's feeling better now, yes? And to that mother fucker father dick sucker who took her phone and took it as "founders keepers", BURN IN HELL YOU CUNTFUCK! -rolls eye. *pardon those vulgarities*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-113034809801322356?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/113034809801322356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/113034809801322356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113034809801322356' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-113021218911500138</id><published>2005-10-25T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:24:49.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't wink a single bit since Monday 1000 until now. It's more than&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;26 hours! Am I nuts? I came back home after work at around 2300 yesterday night and started ironing all my clothes this morning at 0400. Wiped and rearranged the stuffs in my wardrobe after ironing the clothes, changed the bedsheets, washed all my bags and even mopped the room floor. Slept for two hours and woke up to find my bags hanging outside to dry were soaking in the rain. What a time to rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this draft of the letter I wrote to my ex crush while packing my room. I was so silly last time. HAHA can't help laughing at my imbecile acts in the past -giggles. Sometimes I do think about the past and the humans back then. Those boys that I once had a crush on, those puerile fights I had with my friends and the excuses I made to stay back in school just to see my crushes. That's how I wasted my life in secondary school. SO SILLY LAH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching Full House already. Such a friggin nice show I tell you. Got to make myself some nice food. I'm starving. Audrey went to cut her hair today. This is like the third time I heard her cutting her hair? It's been almost 1 to 2 years I've not cut my hair? &lt;em&gt;It's time already, my dear hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm bored to the bones. Ripped this off from Mark's livejournal to kill some time. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A- Anyone you kissed?:&lt;/strong&gt; Have you not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B- Band you are listening to right now:&lt;/strong&gt; Channel 8 Noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C- 1st Crush:&lt;/strong&gt; My primary school friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D- Dad's name:&lt;/strong&gt; DADDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E- Easiest person to talk to:&lt;/strong&gt; Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F- Favorite ice cream:&lt;/strong&gt; Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G- Gummy worms or gummy bears:&lt;/strong&gt; Bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H- Hometown:&lt;/strong&gt; Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I- Instruments:&lt;/strong&gt; Guitars, Drums, Pianos. Teach me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J- Junior high:&lt;/strong&gt; AIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K- Kids:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't like kids running about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L- Longest car ride ever:&lt;/strong&gt; Longest bus ride to Genting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M- Mom's name:&lt;/strong&gt; MOMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N- Nicknames:&lt;/strong&gt; Ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O- One wish:&lt;/strong&gt; To have more wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P- Phobias:&lt;/strong&gt; Phasmophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q- Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; Quoteless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R- Reason to smile:&lt;/strong&gt; Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S- Song you sang:&lt;/strong&gt; Too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T- Time you woke up today:&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't sleep since monday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U- Unknown fact about me:&lt;/strong&gt; Factless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V- Virgin:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W- Worst habit:&lt;/strong&gt; No sense of urgency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X- X-rays you've had:&lt;/strong&gt; Spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y- Your least favorite person as of right now:&lt;/strong&gt; Sunita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z-Zodiac sign:&lt;/strong&gt; Cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-113021218911500138?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/113021218911500138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/113021218911500138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113021218911500138' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-113007167663176849</id><published>2005-10-23T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:47:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Call me irresponsible or whatsoever, i don't care. I'm tired of working and that's a fact. I didn't turn up for work today. Yes, there goes another 50 dollars off my pay. Seriously, I don't care anymore. I hate to go to work with some humans I do not wish to see. I hate it when people talk about me behind my back. Retail jobs are friggin lifeless. Everyday I coop in that store for a minimum of 9 whole hours and a maximum of 13 hours including my breaks. It kills my social life like totally. I'd rather go to school. I can't wait for school to start and spend that hard earned cash of mine. I'll just get the most 850 bucks anyways. The commission can forget about it since the sales ain't that good lately. I've to keep aside a minimum of 200 to 300 bucks for my mp3 at the year end sales. Damn, I hate calculating how budgeted i am. Give me a lifetime to work or study, I prefer the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching this korean drama, FULL HOUSE. It's like so very nice and I'm loving it to bits. This korean actor in the show named, KIM SUNG SOO, is so suave and charming. Won't you just get mesmerized with his smiles? -faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="DROOL NOW, GIRLS!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/14632.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SO GENTLEMAN-LOOKING RIGHT?!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/14633.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="SO CUTE LAHH!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/14635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="LOOK AT HIS MESMERIZING SMILE! (:" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/14636.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has got this really nice build as well. Perfect (: Been long since I've last gone nuts over celebrities. I'm starving. Daddy's getting dinner for me. I'll go back to my korean drama now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-113007167663176849?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/113007167663176849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/113007167663176849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113007167663176849' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112995273522492668</id><published>2005-10-22T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T11:45:35.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm drained like totally. My manager came and told me that my contract ends on 6th November and I'll have to at least work till the 4th. I can apply for unpaid leave or resign ; I don't know. Days been all about work. Folding and hanging clothes became such a chore. I'm sick and tired of working already. I need to like totally rest and spend the rest of the holidays with pleasure. I miss going out and have fun with my friends. I do meet them up but for just that pathetic one hour break. Met up with Connie and Hubert during my dinner break. I don't like Hubert because he made me feel so short beside him. Connie showed me that Bebe jeans she wanted. Quite pretty (: I saw this woman's off shoulders knitwear at Zara yesterday when I was folding the clothes. SO NICE but I think it's the last piece. Hope I'll see it again today because it's PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112995273522492668?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112995273522492668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112995273522492668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112995273522492668' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112979411192582935</id><published>2005-10-20T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:13:33.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Popping by town to meet the boys because isaac wants to get his lady a very belated present for the very belated one month. By the way, they're going for two months soon already! Now, who feels like slapping that guy? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this weird dream just now. I dreamt of my ex crush became a retard and I cried like river over it. Going over to Liat towers to hand in my copies of cert &amp; identity card. I procrastinated over a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to town to meet the boys and bumped into connie and huitze. Didn't give my stuffs to Liat afterall because of the time limits. Caught 40 year old virgin at Plaza Singapure with Audrey, Carolina, Isaac and Wendy. Okays the first row ain't nice. Saw someone familiar -stares at Ivan. Not that he'll read this anyway. HAHA dined and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULL shift tomorrow. So not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112979411192582935?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112979411192582935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112979411192582935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112979411192582935' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112973894914313625</id><published>2005-10-20T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T15:05:29.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S AN OFF DAY TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;let's cheers to that totally (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messaged aunt anne to enquire about grand dad. She told me he wasn't looking good today. He held her hands so tightly and refused to let go. Juns went over to see him and he did the same thing as well. I may pop by tomorrow. I don't know ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of losing. Though I'm totally not close with grand dad and we separated for more than a decade, I still don't like to see him lying on the bed hopelessly counting the days away. Why must we die? Why is there this vicious cycle of birth - growth - mature - age - death? What's the point of living when you know right from the start that you'll die? There's so many questions to life i've here. I want to see grand dad but yet again, I don't dare. That day when he looked at me, I shuddered. I don't know why either. He can't speak a word but just stared at me right in the eyes. Just don't let him go can? Why must humans die? There'll be my parents' and mine as well. In that case, we're just born to count the days to our deaths. Isn't it? -sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be catching 40 Year Old Virgins with audrey, isaac and wendy later in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112973894914313625?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112973894914313625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112973894914313625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112973894914313625' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112965760706039801</id><published>2005-10-19T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T01:46:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The ugliness you see in others reflects the nature of yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I laughed like mad when Nura read that sentence to me from her book. It is so darn true and I wish I can totally slap it right smack on Sunita's face. I'm so happy for the past three working days because I did not have to work in her presence. However, I'll see her for a couple of hours later in the afternoon. That's so gonna dampen my mood. She's like the epitome of everything bad ; I hate her. I hate hate hate hate hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiwi's gonna have a blog as instructed by the Elite Models competition. Check her out people! &lt;a href="http://www.elitemodellooksingapore.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click here!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, met up Wendy after work to go back home together. He bought me my favourite, Cadbury Hazelnut! Thanks (: Audrey, Isaac and him will be watching 40 Year Old Virgin this thursday. I WANT TO WATCH PLEASE? But I'm darn broke. Only left with 20bucks this entire week. All thanks to the bloody transport that ate up my 50bucks in just two weeks -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon so gonna suck big time. Nothing's good when that evil of all evils is around -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112965760706039801?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112965760706039801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112965760706039801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112965760706039801' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112954960068013952</id><published>2005-10-17T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:04:02.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made a mistake with my schedule and turned up for work in the morning instead of the afternoon. Went back home when Aunt Anne called to tell that my grand dad admitted into hospital with critical condition. Headed down to Tan Tock Seng Hospital [TTHS] with Juns &amp; Dad. Grand dad couldn't utter a single word. There's tubes on both his hands and mouth. He struggled alittle trying to talk to us but to no avail. The nurse told us to let him rest so we left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder: "since we know from birth that we'll die someday, what's the point of living?" Whenever my mind goes wild in thoughts about it, I'll feel empty and will find that life's pretty meaningless afterall. However, suicidal acts are darn foolish to me. I can't see a reason for anyone to end their own lives when people in the ICU are struggling to keep themselves alive. I'm getting bored. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the last 24 hours, have you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Had sex:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Bought something:&lt;/strong&gt; yes, ice lemon tea from the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Gotten sick:&lt;/strong&gt; tummyache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Sang:&lt;/strong&gt; i sing 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Been kissed:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Ate something:&lt;/strong&gt; calbee crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Felt stupid:&lt;/strong&gt; yes, i turned up for morning shift instead of afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Talked to an ex:&lt;/strong&gt; yes, wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Missed someone:&lt;/strong&gt; yes, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Hugged someone:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last person who...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Slept in your bed:&lt;/strong&gt; myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Saw you cry:&lt;/strong&gt; girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Made you cry:&lt;/strong&gt; some shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. You went to the movies with:&lt;/strong&gt; audrey and isaac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. You went to the mall with:&lt;/strong&gt; girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. You were with:&lt;/strong&gt; family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have You Ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Said "I Love You" and meant it:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Got in a fight with your pet:&lt;/strong&gt; i don't have a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Been to California:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Been to Mexico:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Been to China:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Been to Canada:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Been to Europe:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Wished you were the opposite sex:&lt;/strong&gt; never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you Ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Been in love:&lt;/strong&gt; like someone, yes. love? i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Played strip poker:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Got beaten up:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Done an all-nighter:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Been on radio/TV:&lt;/strong&gt; dedications on radio, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Been in a mosh-pit:&lt;/strong&gt; bloody underage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you have any gay/lesbian friends?:&lt;/strong&gt; who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Skinny dipped:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you have a crush on someone:&lt;/strong&gt; currently no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What book are you reading now:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Worst feeling in the world:&lt;/strong&gt; death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Future KIDS names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Girls: maryanne&lt;br /&gt;Guys: bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal:&lt;/strong&gt; yes. kapo monkey, black george monkey and a teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What's under your bed:&lt;/strong&gt; dirt &amp;amp; dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Favorite sport to watch:&lt;/strong&gt; water sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Location:&lt;/strong&gt; Jun's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Piercing/Tattoos:&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Do you drink:&lt;/strong&gt; hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What are you most scared of right now:&lt;/strong&gt; phasmophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Where do you want to get married:&lt;/strong&gt; saint andrew cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Who do you really hate:&lt;/strong&gt; nothing better to do aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Do you have a job:&lt;/strong&gt; retail at zara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Do you like being around people:&lt;/strong&gt; depends on the crowd i'm in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Have you ever liked someone you had no&lt;br /&gt;chance with?:&lt;/strong&gt; who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Have you ever cried:&lt;/strong&gt; who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Are you lonely right now:&lt;/strong&gt; alittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Song that's stuck in your head a lot: &lt;/strong&gt;ai mei - yang cheng lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112954960068013952?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112954960068013952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112954960068013952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112954960068013952' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112943671036659763</id><published>2005-10-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:31:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joellie told me that an unpaid leave will deduct 50bucks off the pay. I was furious because no one ever did tell me about it. Thank goodness I only took an unpaid leave once but then again, 50bucks matters to me please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to work with your period haunting you isn't a nice feeling. But thinking about the pay that I can fully utilise in my shopping spree motivates me a great deal. Two more weeks of work and I'll kiss goodbye to working and waves hello to school. I can't wait to get these weeks done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel asked me to watch duece bigalow with him this coming thursday. That 15 year old boy wants to sneak in for the M18 show. I'm supposed to give photocopied copies of my certificates and ic to june at liat towers but I kept on procrastinating. Probably next wednesday or thursday i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap during my break time from 1600 to 1700. Ingrid came in fifteen minutes after 1700 and woke me up. Period made me so lethargic today. Wiwi got into the top 15 finalists for Elite Models. I hope she'll at least get a contract from Elite Models so she'll have a better future ; rather than cooping in a retail store. I went to ask my manager about my last day. I'll hand in my resignation letter soon and 30th October shall be my last day of work. I can't wait to quit and enjoy the last week of my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get Audrey to go tanning with me on that week but she told me she'll be away in Malaysia. Girlfriends studying as well. Now who's gonna be free to accompany me? I'm alittle disturbed when Connie told me her ex crush talked to her recently. Though happiness and insecurity sets in is inevitable, I hope she won't sink into depression ever again. She'll be strong I guess. My girlfriends are always that strong! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112943671036659763?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112943671036659763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112943671036659763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112943671036659763' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112937172545629249</id><published>2005-10-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:05:43.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found having a column of links redundant. The links were there for my reference and since i could actually remember the ones i visit frequently, what's the point of having it there? So i removed it and added a haloscan comment box as a substitute for that huge tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been that relieved as i was this morning. Woke up and had buffet at crown palace restaurant with my family for mom's birthday. Juns left for sentosa after that. Seriously, what a day for outings with friends? Dad was quite disappointed with her and i could sense mom wasn't that happy either. My turn to flare up when they decided to go home straight after that. It's my day off and i could have just go out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks of retails at Zara and I'll have a shopping spree. I can't wait for nuts! There's too many stuffs i want to buy. Somehow I felt so drifted off from girlfriends. When i'm free, they're schooling and vice versa. It's been ages since we've last hung out an entire day. It's been eons with melissa as well. Like months ever since i stepped out of Millenia Institute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having menstrual cramps isn't a good feeling because that means tomorrow work will be tough for me. Mom and Dad went out and i'm right here, alone. I'll probably just be a couch potato later. That reminds me of the potatos mom made yesterday. I'm craving for potato salads and chocolates right now. I wonder what's audrey doing now. Girlfriends' out at east coast, wendy's working at starbucks, joyce &amp;amp; sarah's slaving for zara, melissa probably out with her boyfriend and who knows what that ape's up to. Mark just told me he got this singtel promoter job that pays well. Everyone's working for cash these two months except mister isaac iype mathew. Now whatcha gonna do? -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went bloghopping and found some surveys from mark's blog. Actually was due to the lousy shows that i resorted to such to kill my boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 30% Boyish and 70% Girlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if you're not a girl, you're very feminine.&lt;br /&gt;You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!&lt;br /&gt;Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 23 Years Old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Casual Dating.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe you're looking for love...&lt;br /&gt;But mostly you're looking for fun.&lt;br /&gt;You could get serious with the right person.&lt;br /&gt;For now, though, you're enjoying playing the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I was bored, isn't I? (:&lt;br /&gt;Dad said I can cut the cake and devour it -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112937172545629249?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112937172545629249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112937172545629249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112937172545629249' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112930541096468994</id><published>2005-10-14T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:56:59.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now that i've experienced working life, the daily boring routine and long hours of working ; i'll appreciate my school days more. my colleague, wiwi, once said to me: "when you have the chance to study, go for it. GO!" she can't continue her studies because she need to support her family -sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of everything now ; the most dreadful holidays ever. i will never never never work retail anymore after this. i'll never never never dream of leaving school and get into the working society -chants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah.k seems to be in some shits. i don't see the reasons for anybody to attack someone via a tagboard. i'm not encouraging violence either. why can't that dork who hated her so much confront her in person and get everything solved? pure stupidity, isn't it? -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally have some time for myself tomorrow and it's the mom's birthday as well. in five minutes' time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112930541096468994?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112930541096468994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112930541096468994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112930541096468994' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112905030702805865</id><published>2005-10-12T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T01:05:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i've major phasmophobia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ F.Y.I : it's the phobia of ghosts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's friggin tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep and woke up last night and i couldn't sleep after that. i freaked at every little sound that i could possibly hear. i clutched tightly to my bible and i covered myself with blankets like a afghanistan woman. sounds of waterdrops in the toilet can even freak me out -sighs. then i resorted to having wendy on the phone with me until 4 in the morning. i switched on the tv for company after that. and when i finally fell asleep, mom slapped my thighs for wasting electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i'm desperate now. my mp3 friggin spoilt and i've to resort to my radio tonight. wendy probably will have to stay up with me again. if this continues, i wouldn't deny the fact that i may just pop some panadols to bed daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112905030702805865?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112905030702805865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112905030702805865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112905030702805865' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112886484692833680</id><published>2005-10-09T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:34:06.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>took a medical leave today.&lt;br /&gt;off day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;meeting audrey for the sun!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait! -wriggles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112886484692833680?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112886484692833680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112886484692833680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112886484692833680' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112879632924799921</id><published>2005-10-09T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T02:41:49.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;life's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; working i swear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know a single fuck about malayu.&lt;br /&gt;i do not know whether i was being bitched about or anything.&lt;br /&gt;i do not wish i was though ;&lt;br /&gt;but who the fuck can ever not ponder upon that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still new at work ;&lt;br /&gt;mistakes are inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;but i just do not like some humans whose tone is like so bloody stern.&lt;br /&gt;i like some of them cuz they're nice.&lt;br /&gt;not all though -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;there's this rule about us not to have the bags on the table.&lt;br /&gt;i was warned once so i kept my stuffs in the locker.&lt;br /&gt;during dinner i took it out.&lt;br /&gt;i placed my 24&lt;em&gt; [inside work code or whatever you call that]&lt;/em&gt; receipts beside me when i'm dining on the table. she threw it away and i had absolutely no idea about that until i was searching for it after that. so i asked her and she gave it back to me. as it was my first time doing that fucked up 24, i took more than an hour doing that&lt;em&gt; [only 1 hour is allowed]&lt;/em&gt; so i sacrificed half an hour of my dinner break. i missed putting my bag back into the locker as i was rushing my 24. &lt;strong&gt;she fucking dumped my bag beside the rubbish bin.&lt;/strong&gt; i was being corrected again and again and again &lt;strong&gt;AND &lt;/strong&gt;again. it made me feel like a fucking loser. they meant well though the minority wasn't that friendly. i was like on the verge of breaking down already. i doubt i'll ever work for them ever again after this month. now i know why they lack for staffs -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'll cherish my school days after this fuck up month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i did my calculations.&lt;br /&gt;till the &lt;strong&gt;6th November 05&lt;/strong&gt; ; it's &lt;strong&gt;29 &lt;/strong&gt;days counting.&lt;br /&gt;which means approximately &lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;/strong&gt;weeks.&lt;br /&gt;i've got &lt;strong&gt;2 &lt;/strong&gt;off days a week hence it's&lt;strong&gt; 8&lt;/strong&gt; days of not working.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll have to work &lt;strong&gt;21&lt;/strong&gt; days for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; full shifts &lt;em&gt;0930-2300&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; afternoon shifts &lt;em&gt;1330-2300&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 &lt;/strong&gt;morning shifts &lt;em&gt;0930-1830&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total of &lt;strong&gt;268 &lt;/strong&gt;hours of work including the lunch/dinner breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that explained my eagerness for resignation aye?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112879632924799921?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112879632924799921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112879632924799921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112879632924799921' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112870232573723484</id><published>2005-10-07T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:31:36.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>night shift last night ;&lt;br /&gt;morning shift today ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FULL&lt;/strong&gt; shift tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S A SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;it'll be friggin crowded i swear -shivers /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, caught &lt;strong&gt;dukes of hazzard&lt;/strong&gt; with audrey, isaac and wendy after work. went home straight after that. after three days of work at zara, i'm beginning to appreciate those humans that folded the clothes that i tried on and on in the past. it's not an easy job, i curse. just one light flip to the stack of clothes, i'll have to fold them one piece by another. that's only to one woman. imagine the thousands of women that walk into the store daily. i hate it when they just flip for fun and walk away. that's like fucking irritating! -rolls eye .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;customers are always right. i'll just have to keep my cool. met some nice souls though. this pregnant mother came in with her daughter to find one top that she eyed on hours back. i approached her and brought the top she wanted to her. before leaving, she turned and said "&lt;em&gt;thank you very much, you're really kind -smiles&lt;/em&gt;". how nice, right? (: it gives me this drive when customers thank me and leave the store with smiles on their faces. it's common to see popular faces working there as well. the past three days, i saw stella huang xiang yi with her red hair and the miss singapore'04, sandy chua? not forgetting cute male customers -hothothot! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i don't feel a belonginess to zara. i'm not being racist towards the malay staffs majority there. it just feels weird when you couldn't understand a single fuck about their language. when they're communicating with each other, i can't help but to wonder if they're talking about me. it sure sucks to feel that way, i swear. they're nice humans though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read wendy's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i feel cold and lost. don't ask me why with..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, i was cold towards him today? i'm not sure if i was, but that wasn't intentional. in fact, i don't think i was being cold aye? i just want to keep a certain distance between us. i don't want to step out of the friends zone. i don't like to make him feel even just a weee bit down. it makes me feel really bad knowing he's upset over me. i can't do much about it, can i? isaac told me to patch with him with the mindset "who knows someday you'll fall for him?". audrey wants me to patch as well but she'll respect my whatever decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i respect her for respecting me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i really just want to be alone on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OKAYS I WANNA PANG GIO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112870232573723484?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112870232573723484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112870232573723484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112870232573723484' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112852074578146372</id><published>2005-10-05T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T21:59:05.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;bite your shoes before they bite you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;my malay and philipines colleagues all told me that.&lt;br /&gt;it's like some beliefs of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;i have blisters on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;totally regretted buying that bata shoes.&lt;br /&gt;TMD painful can? -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was fine.&lt;br /&gt;tons of clothes piled up all the time.&lt;br /&gt;so i folded and hung, folded and hunged again.&lt;br /&gt;hangers thrown inside the fitting rooms.&lt;br /&gt;irresponsible customers /:&lt;br /&gt;but wells, it's my job to check on the rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colleagues were all nice.&lt;br /&gt;i realised it's all malay girls there.&lt;br /&gt;NONE of the staffs are chinese 'cept for the men's section and the managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. audrey came this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;heeeeee i miss that girl already (:&lt;br /&gt;struggled my way back home with that blistered toes to dine with girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;went back home, fetched the bata shirt and went over to get my pay.&lt;br /&gt;friggin pathetic but JUST enough to hit 3 digits.&lt;br /&gt;i shall scrimp and save my allowances this month.&lt;br /&gt;i hope the store hits their daily targets mann.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll get the 30% commission -sparkling eyes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's afternoon shift tomorrow ; 1330-2300&lt;br /&gt;long hours ehs?&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of my shoppings,&lt;br /&gt;it's all worth it, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112852074578146372?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112852074578146372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112852074578146372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112852074578146372' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112844002702150865</id><published>2005-10-04T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T23:33:47.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i delete comments i do not like,&lt;br /&gt;sue me then.&lt;br /&gt;-naninaniPOOPOO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's retail therapy was totally for work's sake.&lt;br /&gt;got myself a new ladies sandles though.&lt;br /&gt;sales for perfumes and cosmetics!&lt;br /&gt;i want that anna sui fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;i want that loreal liquid foundation.&lt;br /&gt;new stuffs i saw while in town with connie this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;my zara work shall pay off at the end of the month! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my first day at zara will not be that bad -prays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112844002702150865?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112844002702150865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112844002702150865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112844002702150865' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112834972333775611</id><published>2005-10-03T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T23:09:04.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the sun was superb today.&lt;br /&gt;SUN OF THE BEACH (:&lt;br /&gt;okays okays.&lt;br /&gt;i smeared sunBLOCK.&lt;br /&gt;so wasn't tan at all.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'll turn black someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112834972333775611?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112834972333775611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112834972333775611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112834972333775611' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112825844731243306</id><published>2005-10-02T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T01:16:42.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in a happy mood now.&lt;br /&gt;because audrey's gonna tan with me tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;-wriggles.&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages since i've last tan.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be reminded of my awful burnt last term.&lt;br /&gt;i shall smear sunblock tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day at Bata today but i'll only get my pay on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for that pay though it's friggin pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i reserved two pairs of ladies' wear.&lt;br /&gt;making use of my staff discounts! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new template!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the way wendy and i are now. i'm not going to think about relationships for a period of time. perhaps, someday i'll regret my decision today when i see him with a new found girl [and i totally hate regrets]. but i can't and i won't make him wait for me because that's friggin selfish. i just wanna work and have fun with friends for now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for girlfriends to get their promos exams done with. dahniela's totally not confident of her results and she will transfer to temasek polytechnic&lt;em&gt; [HOSPITALITY &amp;amp; TOURISM MANAGEMENT!] &lt;/em&gt;if she can't make it to year two. okays i'm gonna be selfish for once to say: "wells it'll be awesome if she switch to my course" -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112825844731243306?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112825844731243306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112825844731243306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112825844731243306' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112817977506517403</id><published>2005-10-01T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:44:36.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still love you. i'm willing to swallow down my pride and get you back. but what happen if didn't make it again? never mind, i will aceept you again. however, i will change my style or behaviour towards you to suit your liking. i'll make sure this time round i will not give in too much till i see there is a need to act normal again. you can say i'm selfish, but in order not to get hurt i must do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow it just striked me reading that from wendy. i do not want him to change at all. he's very nice because he gave in to me loads. now he's not gonna give in like he used to anymore if there's a patch up. i hate this change. i've never want any changes in us despite the fact that we've broken up. i know i'm being selfish here. slap me then! -frowns. even after the breakup, i still want us to hang out like we used to &lt;em&gt;[cut away the times we hug&amp;cuddle].&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THAT'S A SIMPLE REQUEST ISN'T IT?&lt;/strong&gt; or perhaps i'm being insensitive towards his feelings. afterall, i am the one asking for this break up. so now, i sound like a bitch uh? whatever /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked luanne about the working hours for zara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's &lt;strong&gt;5 working days&lt;/strong&gt; in a week.&lt;br /&gt;2 full shifts &lt;strong&gt;[o93o-23oo]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 noon shifts &lt;strong&gt;[133o-23oo]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 morning shift &lt;strong&gt;[o93o-183o]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so which means it'll be&lt;strong&gt; 55hours&lt;/strong&gt; a week,&lt;strong&gt; 22ohours&lt;/strong&gt; a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1000bucks&lt;/strong&gt; divided by &lt;strong&gt;22ohours&lt;/strong&gt; will be approximately &lt;strong&gt;4.5bucks/hr&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;so that's not very much either, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;it'll still be very much better than bata though -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;long working hours of folding clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exhaustion loses weight (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i passed my mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;so there's no errors in the calculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T DOUBT CALCULATOR!&lt;/strong&gt; -oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112817977506517403?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112817977506517403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112817977506517403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112817977506517403' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112813703575648975</id><published>2005-10-01T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T11:25:17.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i ended my 40 days with wendy last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what the fuck is love anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart didn't throb like i used to.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't stumble with words like i used to.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't head over heels like i used to.&lt;br /&gt;those &lt;em&gt;"oh it melts me seeing him! i wanna marry him!"&lt;/em&gt; feelings weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;though he had been a really good boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;he tolerated all my moodswings and tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;he gave in to me almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;he rarely flared up at me even though he's pissed.&lt;br /&gt;he's an awesome boyfriend ; but not for me /:&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it when the feelings ain't there, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not wish to ruin this friendship between us.&lt;br /&gt;i still want us to hang out like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;the library mugger days.&lt;br /&gt;the movies &amp;amp; dinners.&lt;br /&gt;the crib slacking.&lt;br /&gt;everything's gonna stay the same, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear there wasn't anyone else involved.&lt;br /&gt;no third parties or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bye bye love (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112813703575648975?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112813703575648975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112813703575648975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112813703575648975' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112807005283348061</id><published>2005-09-30T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T21:18:27.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where's the boy who guitars and voxs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't be misled by that sentence above.&lt;br /&gt;i'm disappointed by Zara's pay.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;1000bucks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but minus away &lt;strong&gt;20% cpf&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;it'll be &lt;strong&gt;800bucks&lt;/strong&gt; left &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'll get the &lt;em&gt;30% commission&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the store hits target.&lt;br /&gt;that is an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i remind y'all.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it'll so be better off than to be in Bata lahh.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, searching for well paid jobs is like scavenging for a small little pin in an ocean -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'll start on the &lt;strong&gt;5th October&lt;/strong&gt; at the &lt;strong&gt;Ngee Ann City outlet&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something weird at Bata's today.&lt;br /&gt;this middle-aged man in orange shirt walked past my store.&lt;br /&gt;he looked in at my direction but not at me,&lt;br /&gt;and he smiled &amp; waved.&lt;br /&gt;i turned behind to see nothing and when i turned back again,&lt;br /&gt;he gave that stupid cheeky smile and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL&lt;/strong&gt; was wrong with him lahh?!&lt;br /&gt;it's either something's friggin sick up in his mind &lt;em&gt;-spastic crap&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;or he was waving at some spirits behind me -oh i'm so scared.&lt;br /&gt;then came this china man, looking for leather shoes.&lt;br /&gt;he insisted that there was this slight dent on the right shoe.&lt;br /&gt;but i see nothing wrong with that lahh.&lt;br /&gt;and he kept on asking for discounts when it's obviously fixed price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheapskate humans /:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great. i've to get myself a pair of black shoes.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just get a simple pair from bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;20bucks that kind will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i eyed on this pair of sandles for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;make use of my staff discount before i quit (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fish&amp;amp;co boy who guitars &amp; voxs&lt;/em&gt; ; i'll pop over someday &lt;strong&gt;SOON&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audrey&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS TUESDAY WANT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's get teddy to dine with us before he shaves himself bald and salute to our fellow soldiers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;sleeping is a waste of time, really.&lt;br /&gt;but it does makes me feel good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARAH.K TOLD ME ABOUT JOEL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the &lt;em&gt;guitars&amp;voxs at fish&amp;amp;co&lt;/em&gt;, yes?&lt;br /&gt;so he performs at acid bar as well.&lt;br /&gt;guess i sound like some crazy fan.&lt;br /&gt;check him out and you'll know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE'S GOOD! xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; attached.&lt;br /&gt;note that &lt;em&gt;"unfortunately".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which girl wish a hot slice like him to be attached?&lt;br /&gt;-laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112807005283348061?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112807005283348061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112807005283348061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112807005283348061' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112799738423140189</id><published>2005-09-29T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:36:24.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how nice would it be to have a boy who guitars &amp; voxs?&lt;br /&gt;common? yes.&lt;br /&gt;but to play the role well is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;snoozed the entire noon away.&lt;br /&gt;books lying there awaiting me.&lt;br /&gt;heart wants to ; body rejecting.&lt;br /&gt;mind? undecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAY DUE TOMORROW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays i counted ; 108bucks.&lt;br /&gt;exclusive of the &lt;strong&gt;PEANUTS &lt;/strong&gt;commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall use my staff discount to get some nice sandles &amp; heels before quitting (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can sense my wishlist roaring and glaring at me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN IS ZARA GONNA CALL ME?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting alil anxious here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; to be frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys pissed audrey off majorly last night.&lt;br /&gt;they'd better patch things up as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;i don't quite understand why wendy said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i want to see a good show."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that may not be the exact sentence but the meaning lies there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;some explainations to be done, boy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slight changes to the template.&lt;br /&gt;can sense my boredom strangling me, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DINNER TIME&lt;/strong&gt; ; i'm the cook by the way.&lt;br /&gt;no one's there to get me dinner anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112799738423140189?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112799738423140189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112799738423140189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112799738423140189' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112792335917110192</id><published>2005-09-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:02:41.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>night shift today with weicong.&lt;br /&gt;morning shift alone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for june from zara to ring me up.&lt;br /&gt;why isn't she calling?&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for my pay from bata.&lt;br /&gt;they'll give me this friday.&lt;br /&gt;but my pay for saturday, sunday and monday will be due end of october i reckon -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my depression sinked in once more.&lt;br /&gt;loads of stuffs up on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;tons of things on my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;the getting rid of my top nemesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEIGHTS &amp; ZITS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to lose 8 more kilos despite the 2 i lost recently. &lt;strong&gt;$ priceless&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go for facials to rid off my zits. &lt;strong&gt;$35&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need good zits creams. &lt;strong&gt;$20+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more clothes &amp;amp; bags &amp; accessories.&lt;br /&gt;i want to dye my hair hazel brown with streaks of light creamy brown.&lt;strong&gt; $---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to have my hair perm with large nice curls. &lt;strong&gt;$200+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to have nice manicures. &lt;strong&gt;$30+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get nice anna sui/loreal cosmetics. &lt;strong&gt;$ ---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that lancome miracle frangrance. &lt;strong&gt;$70+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more nice heels and flipflops.&lt;strong&gt; $ --&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more nice bikinis and a beachmat. &lt;strong&gt;$ ---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a pink ipod mini. &lt;strong&gt;$300+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that gold guess watch. &lt;strong&gt;$100+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that rugged denim at fleshimp. &lt;strong&gt;$ --&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that denim at mambo. &lt;strong&gt;$80+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that black havainas heels.&lt;strong&gt; $40+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that vintage poloshirt at topshop.&lt;strong&gt; $20+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want zara white tee. &lt;strong&gt;$30+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that armani exchange jacket. &lt;strong&gt;$199&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that explained my depression, didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do miss that guitarist in fish&amp;co glasshouse last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHALL DINE THERE SOMEDAY SOON! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112792335917110192?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112792335917110192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112792335917110192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112792335917110192' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112783472637106512</id><published>2005-09-27T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T23:27:25.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZARA TOOK ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays audrey, isaac and wendy accompanied me to Zara. This manager, Melissa, interviewed me and within 10mins, &lt;strong&gt;I WAS TAKEN (:&lt;/strong&gt; so the happy me called up richard, my bata manager, and told me i'll quit in a week's time. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can see that tone of yours changing, richard (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i feel good mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, caught The Red Shoes with them. It was friggin scary and hell gory.&lt;strong&gt; SERIOUSLY, I DON'T LIKE THAT SHOW.&lt;/strong&gt; wells, because i screamed like some mad woman -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for audrey to finish her drums till 9. went over to Fish&amp;Co to find yangying and the rest of my class. it was her birthday! so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY YANG! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you ah, that vocal in white today at Fish&amp;amp;Co is so cute! i love his voice -drools. HAHAHA &lt;em&gt;guys who sing&amp;amp;play rock totally (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby and i had a rough time today mann. alright i was moody. i was just &lt;strong&gt;PLAYING&lt;/strong&gt; at the beginning. but when i heard him going &lt;strong&gt;"CHEYS!"&lt;/strong&gt; after isaac telling him i was pulling his legs, i don't feel good. i was sensitive and i am sensitive lahh -frowns. &lt;strong&gt;STUBBORN ME RUINED THE ENTIRE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me hurry up finish my last week with Bata &lt;em&gt;-amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112783472637106512?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112783472637106512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112783472637106512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112783472637106512' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112773638578014441</id><published>2005-09-26T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:10:10.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LATE NIGHTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having late nights despite the tiring 4 hours of job daily. though its only 4 hours, it's tiring enough -believe it. so i'm feel really really lethargic now and i reckon i'll sleep like immediately after this entry. i don't have that mood to bother about how stinky i smell now. give me an hour of sleep at least -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for my supplementary paper revision lecture for ffb tomorrow morning before heading down to zara's ngee ann outlet for my 2nd interview with melissa&lt;em&gt; [i was told to look for that lady].&lt;/em&gt; so wish me luck humans (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sales on sunday was 330++ bucks. bata should really raise my salary like totally. i met new humans at work. maz, susan, richard, weijie, jordon and weicong -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baby's netts is my playground (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112773638578014441?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112773638578014441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112773638578014441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112773638578014441' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112757432021913376</id><published>2005-09-24T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T23:05:20.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ZARA CALLED ME DOWN FOR A 2ND INTERVIEW THIS MORNING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it's on a monday but my work crashed with it, so i guess i'll head down tomorrow to check it out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drained totally.&lt;br /&gt;i did the most sales today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;228++ bucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that's not much but for a small store like mine, it's pretty good yes? richard, my manager, said i picked up the skills very fast -smiles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT I STILL HOPE ZARA WILL TAKE ME IN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please please pray for me alright?&lt;br /&gt;i need that cash for retail therapy badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112757432021913376?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112757432021913376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112757432021913376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112757432021913376' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112748411586285911</id><published>2005-09-23T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T22:05:12.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IT'S NIGHT SHIFT AGAIN TOMORROW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised i do not like stock-takings very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;workworkworkworkwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;smilesmilesmilesmilesmile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;feetfeetfeetfeetfeetfeet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shoeshoeshoeshoeshoeshoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it gives me this sense of achievement when a customer buys something and smiles goodbye to me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa and minghui walked past my workplace today.&lt;br /&gt;dahniela and connie came over as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEEE (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up audrey, isaac and wendy at causeway.&lt;br /&gt;had mos burger and ice chocolate at cafe galilee.&lt;br /&gt;tiring yet happy day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;... BUT ITS A FRIGGIN NIGHT SHIFT TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the peak hours and it's kinda scary when two to three customers come to you at one shot -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got &lt;strong&gt;21 credit units&lt;/strong&gt; for this semester out of the &lt;strong&gt;24 credit units&lt;/strong&gt; that i ought to get. alright, i flunked my &lt;strong&gt;FFBscience&lt;/strong&gt; paper. and that means i've to take a &lt;strong&gt;supplementary &lt;/strong&gt;paper in days to come -rolls eye. if i fail that sup paper, i've to take the subject again in the next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SWEAR I WILL NOT LET MYSELF TAKE A SUP PAPER IN THE NEXT SEMESTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112748411586285911?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112748411586285911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112748411586285911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112748411586285911' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112740175862327408</id><published>2005-09-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:49:01.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I SLOG FOR LITTLE CASH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interview result with zara still pending. i'm waiting for their call to go down for a &lt;strong&gt;SECOND&lt;/strong&gt; interview. but i'm not hoping much for it because they prefer &lt;strong&gt;PERMANENT FULL TIME STAFF&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SLOG LIKE A BULL FOR THAT PATHETIC CASH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did alittle mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;my pay is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3bucks/hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i work &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a day.&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;21st sept to 6th nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;47 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day's pay is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;12 bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;564&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bucks.&lt;br /&gt;ain't it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PATHETIC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;enough?!&lt;br /&gt;-smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now even mcdonalds pay better ; 3.5bucks/hr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; need a rest ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY THE WAY,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were to choose between working and studying,&lt;br /&gt;i'd prefer the latter (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112740175862327408?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112740175862327408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112740175862327408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112740175862327408' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112729551909462918</id><published>2005-09-21T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:38:39.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MONEY IS HARD TO EARN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's my first day at Bata. i worked from 12-4pm. it's not tiring but tough. whenever a customer wants a certain pair of shoes, i've to find it in the storeroom and it was friggin tough in there. all the different shoe boxes are stacked mountain high and all over the storeroom. once, this man wanted a pair of leather shoe size 7.5. so i went in and find for minutes before realising its located all the way high up on one of the shelves. so i fetched that heavy metal ladder and climbed up. when i was trying to get that size 7 cuz there's no half a size, the whole stack of shoe boxes fell onto me and dropped onto the floor. when i went out to give that man the shoes size 7, he told me it's not a suitable size and he left. how sad ehs? -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DID I TELL YOU ZARA CALLED ME TODAY ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, zara's main branch called me this afternoon before i start work to go down for an interview tomorrow at 3pm. HOHO (: but i realised my work shift tomorrow is from 2-6pm, so i gave some excuses to my boss to change my shift to night shift. i shall head down for an interview tomorrow with zara. if the interview goes well, i'll probably ask to start work in october cuz i've to give one week's resignation notice to bata if not they'll forfeit my pay -claps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baby's out in town with his mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;girlfriends should be mugging now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;audrey audrey, where're you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;isaac isaac, where're you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHAHA (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound so bored, did i?&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE! -smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112729551909462918?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112729551909462918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112729551909462918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112729551909462918' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112722272859331646</id><published>2005-09-20T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:25:28.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i'm still &lt;strong&gt;SICK&lt;/strong&gt; -blows nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making cake is so so fun! went over to audrey's place early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;did our groceries at cold storage in compass point, then headed over for our cake making date. HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love love love love drey's room please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has these two electric guitars and a huge amplifier in her room.&lt;br /&gt;it's like so nice and yet she said she don't even wanna touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE AUDREY'S ROOM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to town to present my cake to baby.&lt;br /&gt;HEEE i forced him to eat despite how &lt;strong&gt;TOO&lt;/strong&gt; sweet that cake was.&lt;br /&gt;baby bought me the mambo bag i eyed on -yay!&lt;br /&gt;dined at crystal jade for la mien then cabbed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEEEEEE (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baby rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BUT I RECKON I ROCK MORE THAN HE DO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you spent a bomb on me already,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i saw that huge hole in your pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm starting work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can start treating soon (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3hours part-time tomorrow for a feel of bata retails.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it'll not bore/tire me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112722272859331646?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112722272859331646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112722272859331646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112722272859331646' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112714778309841400</id><published>2005-09-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T00:36:24.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;all hail the flu virus and sore throat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to bata for an interview and it went well. i shall start work on wednesday. headed down to upper thomson and met audrey, isaac and my silly boy. we caught shutter at his place and the usual chicken yours truly, i screamed like mad -hides face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going over to audrey's place tomorrow and i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 hours&lt;/strong&gt; more to &lt;strong&gt;1st month&lt;/strong&gt; -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;that's my first &lt;strong&gt;30 days&lt;/strong&gt; with him ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's more to come baby (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love my audrey chen mei xian loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love my connie oh cai yun loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love my dahniela foo hui chyi loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love my melissa poon keat yeng loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love everybody that puts a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOVE Y'ALL &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112714778309841400?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112714778309841400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112714778309841400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112714778309841400' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112702928793788091</id><published>2005-09-18T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:38:20.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dreamt of isaac. wendy and yours truly. isaac working at 7-11 at some unknown place, wendy and i paid him a visit. we ate some of the tidbits without him noticing and ran away without paying. what a stupid dream! -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but baby thought i had threesome wet dream,&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite appalled by what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cessez d'etre si corne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;alexis corrected me. it was literally translated! -frowns&lt;br /&gt;[/edited]&lt;br /&gt;-stamps feet with arms akimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;went down for a 2km jog and 2km walk. came back with 2 missed calls so i called and it was from bata. will be going down for an interview and let's just see if i'll get that job. then i'll probably start work on thursday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112702928793788091?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112702928793788091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112702928793788091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112702928793788091' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112695829081561667</id><published>2005-09-17T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:24:25.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rightttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now isaac and wendy both have a BLOG! -claps.&lt;br /&gt;audrey made one for her kickass dude ;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly made one for her silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;HEEE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rot and i rot and i rot.&lt;br /&gt;wendy is out there giving out flyers.&lt;br /&gt;audrey is out there doing retails.&lt;br /&gt;isaac is probably rotting as well.&lt;br /&gt;girlfriends are out there mugging for promos.&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS I'M BORED HUH? -smirks.&lt;br /&gt;i probably have to step out of the house to get myself dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;walked past BATA shop and i saw their notice for retail associates. so i walked in and left my resume. the pay is like friggin low, 3bucks/hr.  but since it's like within WALKING distance to my crib, why not? I'd rather work than to rot at home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;ms m&amp;amp;ms m&amp;amp;ms more more more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112695829081561667?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112695829081561667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112695829081561667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112695829081561667' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112687878222439484</id><published>2005-09-16T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:53:02.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;KISSING GOODBYE TO MENSES BABY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday went over to wendy's place with audrey &amp; isaac, had some playstation2 games and jackass movie. cabbed down to suntec city for kenny rogers and caught "sound of thunder" at cathay cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i bused down to wendy's place to find audrey &amp; isaac and was quite surprised to see louis, noel, shawn &amp;amp; jialing&lt;em&gt;[?] &lt;/em&gt;there. lingered around before cabbing down to pizzahut @ causewaypoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently had a small chat with wendy about us and i think i hurt him alittle. my feelings seem to come and go again and again. some moments when i do not like being with him, i'll wonder when will i like being with him. it just gets me pretty irritated. but we're fine now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mister cupid, save some arrows for me and my silly boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pessimistic about getting jobs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED TO START JOGGING! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112687878222439484?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112687878222439484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112687878222439484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112687878222439484' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112670470578757685</id><published>2005-09-14T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:31:45.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>job hunting with joyce, ivan and wendy today was BAD. everywhere we went to requires FULL-TIME or EXPERIENCED retail associates. citylink, suntec and even bugis junction. the only place i sent in my resume was The Wallet Shop. so i guess i'll stop my job huntings and wait for their replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to town with wendy to meet his friends, shawn &amp; ailing[?]. dined at long john's and sarah came shortly after. chatted with her for quite awhile. i love sarah khor, she's very very easy to talk to and trustable (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got  M&amp;M's before home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm so sorry to have hurt you with my words. i'm so sorry to have made you feel so insecure. i'm so sorry for having such a fickle-minded heart. i'm so sorry boy -frowns ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112670470578757685?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112670470578757685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112670470578757685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112670470578757685' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112661405229218466</id><published>2005-09-13T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:28:57.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I HATE THE BLEED OF THE MONTH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called off job hunting with joyce. called off pratas dinner with audrey, isaac and wendy. never turn up for terryfox briefing. never turn up for the talent scout interview. i practically called off everything today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a mcdonalds delivery and some song recordings.&lt;br /&gt;IN PAIN ):&lt;br /&gt;-whines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cooked korean noodles and fried egg for dinner. audrey is back in singapore and now with her loverboy and wendy for pratas. we smsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yours truly:&lt;/strong&gt; hey help me ask about the sentosa job okays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audrey:&lt;/strong&gt; yeps :) will ask on sat. with the boys now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yours truly:&lt;/strong&gt; sorry i can't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audrey:&lt;/strong&gt; yep menstrual. you better take care ok got eat menstrual pills not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yours truly:&lt;/strong&gt; DON'T HAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audrey:&lt;/strong&gt; huh hmm i help you hint him hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yours truly:&lt;/strong&gt; don't need. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audrey:&lt;/strong&gt; hmmm.. okok. call him if you want his company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i was stucked right there. it just makes me sad having my boyfriend showering me care and concern. my daddy is right about me being too young to be in a relationship. i don't feel that i need my boyfriend to be by my side 24/7 cuz i know my girlfriends can be my company as well. yes, it feels good to be pampered with tender loving care and being appreciated by someone but that moment of "feeling good" is temporary. anyhows, i like the way it is now. only the fact that the way it is now might be giving him a bad time and it will only leave me feeling guilty. a guy needs great patience to be with me -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112661405229218466?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112661405229218466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112661405229218466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112661405229218466' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112653200440505054</id><published>2005-09-12T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:33:24.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>talent scouts fancy fat chicks as well? -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went job hunting with wendy today. we gave our resumes to topshop, zara, espirit, fourskin, fleshimp and et cetera. i shall wait for notices though i guess the chances are pretty low. it poured friggin heavily just now and i was totally drenched. let's just cross our fingers and pray i will not fall sick. the usual bad soul in me chased wendy off home at yishun and went to get dinner for my family before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll get a job, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112653200440505054?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112653200440505054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112653200440505054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112653200440505054' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112641674644264415</id><published>2005-09-11T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:32:26.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my goodness, how many eons have i not blogged?&lt;br /&gt;okays since &lt;strong&gt;tuesday, 6 september 2005&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday and thursday were the days i spent my holyhours in the school library studying for the exams with audrey. it's my first time taking exams in the sports hall with hundreds of humans. it just amazes me how some of the humans are able to finish a two hours paper within an hour. they just lifted their hands up, handed up the papers to the invigilators and walked out of the sports hall. i've two conclusions for them. it is either they're filled with confidence on that paper or they just truly can't be bothered. anyways, the papers were quite okays to hit a pass at least? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with connie and ken on friday afternoon. we walked around town to get dahniela's birthday presents. went to zara, topshop, guess and mambo. alright i need to get this off my chest. &lt;strong&gt;I WANT THAT ZARA WHITE TOP! I WANT THAT TOPSHOP VINTAGE POLO TOP! I WANT THAT LITTLE GUESS POUCH! I WANT THAT MAMBO BAG!&lt;/strong&gt; it's really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; miserable to see stuffs you heart alot but you just don't have the cash to own them. connie and ken left for home at around evening while i headed to cityhall to meet wendy, audrey, isaac, joyce, ivan, sarah and shawn. i was too upset about the disability to get those stuffs i heart badly and was bitching it to the audrey, joyce and sarah. we dined at nubar and caught &lt;strong&gt;The Longest Yard&lt;/strong&gt; at plaza singapura. it was near midnight after the movie so i caught the last train back home with wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;connie came my place yesterday early afternoon. she gave me loads of chocolates that she gotten from a mysterious admirer in school. we lunched at yoshinoya cineleisure with dahniela and ken. celebrated dahniela's 17th birthday at sentosa with them. connie went mad when she tried pushing me into the sea. she's very forceful despite how skinny she is please? we cabbed down to meet jamie at holland village and dined at spizza. the waiters there were friggin funny. it should be an enjoyable workplace but i will never want to be in f&amp;b line. i hate the injection. &lt;em&gt;stupid but true&lt;/em&gt;. i wasn't feeling well the way back home on the bus. i've bad motion sickness or what? -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today is dahniela's 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SWEET 17TH DAHNIELA! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love you love you love love you. i'm here to share your ups and downs, joys and sorrows, health and wealth, strength and weaknesses. we don't need to have the ones we love by our sides always and if they walk out of our lives, we learn to let them go. i hate to see frowns on your pretty face. i love you and you better love me too! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a job badly, recommendations?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112641674644264415?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112641674644264415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112641674644264415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112641674644264415' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112602064064381602</id><published>2005-09-06T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:30:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sixteenth day &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;ffbscience paper was wells not very good but i doubt the overall will fail cuz of the 60% coursework grade which is a B for me, so i'm pretty alright with it. i just want to get this semester done and move on to the next with a brand new start. one more day before the last paper and i'm off for two months holiday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom is out in genting highlands. i hope she's having fine and don't fall ill cuz she just recovered from fever recently. sometimes, being stucked in the middle of the humans you love, it's really hard and all i can do is to keep my mouth shut from making any comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got this clip of wesley faking a slipoff and self-rewind himself. it's friggin hilarious i tell you. school's great today with the people i love. isaac has this really hairy hands and it just gives me this urge to shave or wax it off. i don't like girls with hairy hands or legs (armpits are common sense!) and of course with untidy eyebrows. i'm not sure why but i've just got this fetish okay? /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys smelt something weird today. they said it's the smell of sperms. someone must have done his business there today. though i couldn't smell anything weird but if its true, that guy's sure to be friggin sick in the mind. there's plenty of male toilets everywhere in the school, why must he do it in the library?! -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, bryan wong just told me he bought a new housephone. like after so many weeks of not having a proper phone. HAHA audrey introduced this rock chocolate to me today. and it's quite nice. check it out in minitoons (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like my silly boy very very much &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112602064064381602?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112602064064381602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112602064064381602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112602064064381602' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112593435395864361</id><published>2005-09-05T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:32:33.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;never would i expect something like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-unwanted fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugged in the school library the entire day with audrey. isaac, wendy, joyce, sarah and ivan came shortly. it was sort of productive but i'm still left with afew more chapters to go. i doubt i'll get to sleep tonight -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112593435395864361?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112593435395864361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112593435395864361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112593435395864361' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112582681937111401</id><published>2005-09-04T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:40:19.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juns is like so sweet in her blog entry for her happy 4th month with her big baby. audrey is also happily attached with her mister isaac and they're friggin sweet as well. love indeed nourishes girls with that radiant glow -smiles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past 2 weeks, silly boy has always been the one giving in this relationship. the roses, bear, sweets&amp;chocs, tolerating my moodswings and all the insisting of sending me home despite how tired he is. i've always been the one accepting without giving. perhaps its time i do alittle something in this new found relationship. but i wonder what i can do? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for loving me &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112582681937111401?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112582681937111401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112582681937111401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112582681937111401' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112576250843661089</id><published>2005-09-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T23:48:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know where will the future bring us to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know how our ending will be like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but for all i care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know you love me and that's all i need (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 14TH DAY SILLY BOY! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112576250843661089?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112576250843661089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112576250843661089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112576250843661089' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112575498923092139</id><published>2005-09-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:44:24.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hu</title><content type='html'>silly boy mugged until 5am at the macdonalds near his place yesterday and i accompanied him through sms-es until 4plus. am i a nice girlfriend or what?! -laughs. anyways, mugged at coffeebean with dahniela, connie and ken in the afternoon. i shall continue with my microeconomics later and finish it. i wanna shop. i wanna buy loads of stuffs. i need cash. any part-time jobs? ARGS! -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired and i need a rest (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112575498923092139?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112575498923092139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112575498923092139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112575498923092139' title='hu'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112566250548715237</id><published>2005-09-02T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:46:54.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was on the phone with my silly boy until 4am last night. hee i just like his presence even if we didn't talk -smiles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been sleeping alot today and i've started on introductiontohospitality&amp;tourismmanagement. i shall continue again after my shower. m&amp;amp;m's giving me "tangible" &amp; "edible" support -laughs. oh alright i'm ranting nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;after not putting on earrings for three days, my earholes friggin sealed! -frowns. i'm like extremely afraid of needles and piercings but now i've to go pierce again! it's so friggin annoying please?! -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly boy's cousin from indonesia messaged me on friendster. it's like so funny lahh! -laughs. i wonder what it'll be like if his parents hear about me. haha okays i think i should not think about it cuz i'll probably be evil enough to tell them about his past -evil grins. HEEE he'll kill me for this (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112566250548715237?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112566250548715237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112566250548715237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112566250548715237' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112554762580426172</id><published>2005-09-01T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:32:47.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my revision on food&amp;beveragescience went well last night and i shall resume again today for alittle bit more before moving on to introductiontohospitality&amp;amp;tourismmanagement -smiles. i've been munching on the chinese chicken pau the past two days and i'm craving for more. HAHA (: i'm hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom is sick. she seems really really ill resting on her bed. but she looked fine last night, and out of the blue she returned home halfway from work looking frail. -sighs ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my silly boy. i miss dahniela. i miss connie. i miss audrey. i miss melissa. i miss millenia institute. i miss yishun town. i miss the old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of yishun town, i just realised that the female contestant in superstar was my senior in yishun town. HAHA they filmed her going back to the school and interviewed the teachers. i saw madam tan and madam saudah -reminisce (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need food and some serious mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;spent my night watching superstar live on channel u. i'd rather kelly win than to have kelvin crown the first superstar. though he sang really well, but superstar is like a whole package kind of thing, yes? he can't do much without his eyes. i hope humans can come together to make funds for him to have his eyes operated or something. however, it's like impossible to make it big in singapore. some say kelly may become the 2nd stephanie sun? -laughs. we shall see. let the world judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112554762580426172?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112554762580426172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112554762580426172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112554762580426172' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112548943785227183</id><published>2005-08-31T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:18:38.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did sit down with my notes and read through them but those facts just couldn't get into my brain. i memorised them the night before and forgotten them clean the next day. i'm convinced i'm seriously lousy at memorising, that explains my weaknesses in mathematics and sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just went down for a jog after almost one month plus of not exercising. it felt damn good with those hot perspirations rolling down my face and spine -smiles. i've been reading about beef, lamb, veal and pork. it seems damn easy just by that right? haha what about fillet mignon, chateaubriand and goulash? alright food&amp;amp;beverage sciences is like killing me cuz there's so much to memorise! -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been how long since i've last stepped into town? 'cept the times i had dinner with teddy, audrey, wendy and isaac, i've not been in town for like more than two months i reckon! i can't wait to go out with my silly boy, running into the different men boutiques and pick nice shirts and apparels for him to try and of course purchase. HEE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahniela's birthday coming in like 11 days time. i need to starve these two weeks to get her birthday present. i guess i need to be reminded on that and to prevent me from squandering my cash away, i'll stay put at home unless going out with my silly boy though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112548943785227183?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112548943785227183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112548943785227183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112548943785227183' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112540992137947256</id><published>2005-08-30T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:52:01.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i covered alittle bit of food&amp;beverage science today. managed to zap some past year papers for food&amp;beverage and introduction to hospitality free of charge! revision was not as productive but oh wells! then dined with audrey, teddy and my silly boy at nubar (singapore shopping centre). i swear i went bonkers with stupid stuffs i did and that non stop gigglings. felt friggin guilty after dinner and was like having bad moodswings. it's the second time i showed mood swings to my silly boy -frowns. i guess i'll head for the showers and sleep a couple of hours before getting up to really study (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replies to the tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teddy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE LIKE FRIGGIN HILARIOUS LAHHHH! -laughs. dinner dinner next tuesday again okays? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liyan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's so sweet about the silly us? -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ivan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death in dreams represent rebirth? wells, i don't quite believe in such things. yes that girl is audrey. ermms who are you? her colleague or something? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sarah:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha he's that silly lahh. HEEEE welcome to singapore? -laughs. he'll kill you for this. HAHAHA, we'll go out after the exams okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's aslyn - that's when i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;silly boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm so sorry for the moodswings again. i'm sorry for chasing you off at bishan. i'm sorry for messing up your hair and pulling down your pants. -laughs. okays i got to be serious here. this song in my blog dedicate to you alright? (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112540992137947256?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112540992137947256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112540992137947256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112540992137947256' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112532320319194393</id><published>2005-08-29T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:46:43.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found connie and fiona at northpoint so i hung around with them cuz fiona's shopping for jeans. silly boy can't find his way to northpoint! HAHAHA it's like so weird cuz i can picture my way around the place closing my eyes. 17 years does make a difference okays? dined at burger king's and he sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be heading to school tomorrow for my past year exam papers and probably mug there. silly boy's coming along and i shall bring my scissors to cut away his precious hair asset -evil grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i need to get back to my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112532320319194393?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112532320319194393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112532320319194393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112532320319194393' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112530147227473587</id><published>2005-08-29T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T15:46:07.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it totally pays to be vain, as in, money wise? i walked into watsons with the only intention of getting the eyebrow tweezer. then i saw manicure hand &amp;amp; nail nourish so i put it in my shopping cart. i turned behind and saw veet hair removal mousse and then again chucked it in my shoppingt cart. down the rows of beauty products, i saw fasio oil blotter on sale and i took it. at the cash counter, i saw neutrogena deep hydrating mask on sale and i bought it as well. HAHA now, tell me it &lt;strong&gt;PAYS&lt;/strong&gt; to be &lt;strong&gt;VAIN&lt;/strong&gt; yes? -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my silly boy said it was all worth it for &lt;strong&gt;HIS&lt;/strong&gt; sake and he'll mend my heartache by forking in some cash for me. HAHA (: alright, i need to get some revision done before meeting him for dinner -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112530147227473587?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112530147227473587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112530147227473587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112530147227473587' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112521484558793879</id><published>2005-08-28T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T15:40:45.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is ivan's birthday bash at the downtown east chalet. many humans are going over, my silly boy as well. i wish i can like go over also yet i'm too lazy to even step out -laughs. though i doubt ivan will see this today but anyhows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISTER IVAN (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's renovations going on next door or somewhere near my unit. it's seriously getting on my last nerve. how the hell can anyone sleep or study with such annoying noises going on?! -frowns. kudos to juns and daddy who are soundly asleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages since i've last went out with my girlfriends. i miss them so very much and i can't wait for them finish their promo exams. sometimes i do wonder how my melissa is. how's my class 05A3 back in millenia institute? how's my friends back there especially julianne and shawn tan. i miss them alot, i miss those funny humans alot. i miss that cute bookshop uncle and the tattered&amp;torn school. time really flies, it's been a semester in my class 1H03 and again, i'll miss my first semester class as well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i get carried away by relationships or fun in school, i tend to neglect some people especially my girlfriends. but they're always on my mind and i'll always remember to come back and catch up with them. melissa, it's been eons since i've last saw you. it's almost half a year that i've last seen you, my a decade girlfriend. you're seldom online these days and you don't update your blog anymore. please update your blog cuz i do drop by every now and then. i need to know you're doing fine at least? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to mug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112521484558793879?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112521484558793879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112521484558793879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112521484558793879' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112516558127188608</id><published>2005-08-28T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T02:19:26.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i try to be perfect but nothing was worth it&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe it makes me real&lt;br /&gt;i thought it'd be easy but no one believes me&lt;br /&gt;i meant all the things i said&lt;br /&gt;if you believe its in my soul&lt;br /&gt;i'd say all the words that i know&lt;br /&gt;just to see if it would show&lt;br /&gt;that im trying to let you know&lt;br /&gt;that im better off on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this place is so emtpy&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are so tempting&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how it got so bad&lt;br /&gt;some times its so crazy that nothing can save me&lt;br /&gt;but it's the only thing that i have&lt;br /&gt;if you believe its in my soul&lt;br /&gt;i'd say all the words that i know&lt;br /&gt;just to see if it would show&lt;br /&gt;that im trying to let you know&lt;br /&gt;that im better off on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to be perfect it just wasnt worth it&lt;br /&gt;nothing could ever be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to believe me&lt;br /&gt;it never gets easy&lt;br /&gt;i guess i knew that all along&lt;br /&gt;if you believe its in my soul&lt;br /&gt;i'd say all the words that i know&lt;br /&gt;just to see if it would show&lt;br /&gt;that im trying to let you know&lt;br /&gt;that im better off on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with this song now,&lt;br /&gt;though it's a really friggin old song.&lt;br /&gt;i can't really take heavy rock songs,&lt;br /&gt;but songs like these is totally fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress up dress up ;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to town and dress up my silly boy (:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just wanna go crazy along with him.&lt;br /&gt;it's just so fun to mess up his hair.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why guys care so much about their spiked hair.&lt;br /&gt;like that slight sharpness matters a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA guys are like so vain sometimes -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate that huge zit under my lips ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my part time stead and ape finally open up and i'm like so glad cuz they don't need me as their medium anymore. HAHA and my sis is like camera whoring now -laughs. oh bubbling love everywhere, love nourishes girls with that radiant glow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the more i learn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the more i love ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yet the more i'm afraid of losing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112516558127188608?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112516558127188608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112516558127188608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112516558127188608' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112514890534537177</id><published>2005-08-27T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:23:25.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been eons since i've last rotted my arse at home doing practically nothing. i'm so lazy and i don't feel like doing anything at all. wells, but i did change my bedsheet! -waves. nothing that big deal though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stephen came over for a shower before heading out with juns. how i wish wendy can like come over as well. but wells, that will like never ever happen unless he sneaks? i wish age isn't an issue to my parents. however, i'm happy the way it is now though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i managed to find a packet of famous amos in my cupboard. mom hid it away from me but wells, I FOUND IT! -sticks out tongue. i ought to start mugging my arse for the upcoming end semester exams! -pulls hair ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112514890534537177?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112514890534537177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112514890534537177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112514890534537177' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112513079009691467</id><published>2005-08-27T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T16:22:15.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was the last day of 1Ho3, my beloved first semester class. it was a great class of great people with great minds. i hate to split classes but wells, we'll get through it. i still want to hang around with wonderful humans like them -smiles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replies to the tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ken:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll go out soon girlfriend! i'm always that innocent! good luck for your whatever tests coming up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joyce:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for the exams too alright? then we'll go out okays? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teddy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know Ds are like friggin bad lahh! -pouts ): let's go dinner soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kapo monkey sucks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENJAMIN! can you like use your own name? -stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarahk:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna see you cry ever again girl. wipe away those silly tears. men that make you cry are not worth of your love (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bluetilicious:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY YI! it's been ages since i've last met you. how're you? how's school? fine? how's your gym routines? (: take care girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feeeeeeeeeeet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heys pretty face! haha good luck for the exams as well yes? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dah:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA don't be silly! -tsk. good luck for your exams as well girlfriend! I MISS GOING CRAZY WITH YOU LAHH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hanii*:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you lahh! i miss the class as well. but it's like inevitable since the stupid school wants us to. oh wells, you take care girl. good luck for the exams! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audrey:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU ALREADY LAHH! i don't care ah. every tuesday must meet for dinner even if we're in different class. okays? PROMISE?!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss my boyfriend (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think i've this problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the more i like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the more i'm afraid of losing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-frowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112513079009691467?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112513079009691467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112513079009691467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112513079009691467' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112497561983705191</id><published>2005-08-25T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:30:42.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i hate stalkers! -rolls eye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time when i was stalked was back in last year. this ah beng was wearing a body hugging dragon imprints long sleeve shirt. that experience was like awful and friggin scary -shivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, was a man in his mid 20s, wearing formal wear. he followed wherever i went but thank goodness, there's some humans waiting for the lift under my block -phews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popped by coffeebean for awhile to see my girlfriends and ken. but i reckoned i can never study with them so i left for home. i had a friggin bad day lahhh! &lt;em&gt;micro economics&lt;/em&gt; course grade was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. though its a PASS but a friggin bad one.&lt;em&gt; introduction to hospitality&amp;tourism management&lt;/em&gt; project report was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as well. now i've to work harder on my end semester exams to at least hit a B or C for both subjects. &lt;strong&gt;i hate projects!&lt;/strong&gt; -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've a travel test tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;MUG MUG!&lt;/strong&gt; -chants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replies to the tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jamie/karen/dah:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you girls like so interested in matthew! -laughs. don't be so mean next time alright? you girls are like scaring people off! hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teddy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are like NICER can? i want dinner dinner dinner with you and audrey! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;matthew:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't mind my girls. haha they mean no harm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sarah khor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea who matthew is. why is wendy crappy? how come he's not crappy to me? i don't laugh at his jokes. WHY AH?! -frowns. love you girl &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112497561983705191?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112497561983705191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112497561983705191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112497561983705191' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112485183894832298</id><published>2005-08-24T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:55:36.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm starting to be a weeee bit laggy in my entries (:&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps i'm a weeee bit tired of talking about my life?&lt;br /&gt;-laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was not so nice,&lt;br /&gt;i was being pretty cold towards wendy.&lt;br /&gt;made him think that i was mad at him -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm such a retard,&lt;br /&gt;forever in confusion or something.&lt;br /&gt;do i want to be attached or do i not?&lt;br /&gt;for all i know,&lt;br /&gt;i DO like and i DO care ;&lt;br /&gt;and i definitely wish not to drive him away (:&lt;br /&gt;time proves -nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i printed like TONS of travel geography notes,&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonnna be drunk with facts about anywhere, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;back to the books hons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i managed to study and did my mindmap on north america while in the library with audrey. we agreed to study a different chapter and coach each other, but that silly girl was too sleepy -laughs. she left with her dad and i went for dinner with isaac, sarah and wendy. had alittle chat with sarah. girl, time is all that you need (: -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mustn't sleep early tonight. i need to study -nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112485183894832298?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112485183894832298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112485183894832298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112485183894832298' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112469786279525825</id><published>2005-08-22T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T23:10:14.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in the school library now, using shawn's ibook (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy happy girl cuz it's a happy happy day -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;wendy is like so so sweet today.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me a bouquet of roses and a bear attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;i love it! -smiles &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;caught "bewitched" with audrey, isaac and wendy.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel good at all, in fact, bad ):&lt;br /&gt;seventeen is still a young age,&lt;br /&gt;but does that mean i've to cross out "relationships"?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i really don't.&lt;br /&gt;the exams are like two weeks ahead.&lt;br /&gt;i've to start studying now.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112469786279525825?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112469786279525825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112469786279525825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112469786279525825' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112463532293211960</id><published>2005-08-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T22:46:42.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow i can't seem to find anything interesting to blog about my life and i don't wish to reveal every minute details of it either. i was rather pissed with that fact that my phone died on me while i was halfway through my mcdelivery order last night. ended up with cup noodles -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally in love with Aslyn - That's When I Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When u have to look away&lt;br /&gt;When u don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;I love u just that way&lt;br /&gt;To here u stumble when u speak&lt;br /&gt;Or see u walk with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love u endlessly&lt;br /&gt;And when your mad cause u lost the game&lt;br /&gt;Forget I'm waiting in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love u&lt;br /&gt;I love u anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;U can count on me 4 life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;When nothing u do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;When I love u&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when u turn to hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause the movie it made u cry&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;I love u&lt;br /&gt;A little more each time&lt;br /&gt;And when u cant quite match you clothes&lt;br /&gt;Or when u laugh at your own jokes&lt;br /&gt;that's when I love u I love u&lt;br /&gt;More then u know&lt;br /&gt;And when u forgot that we had a date&lt;br /&gt;Or that look that u give when u show up late&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love u ,I love u anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;U can count on me 4 life&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;When nothing u do can change my moind&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn the more I love&lt;br /&gt;The more my heart cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u&lt;br /&gt;When I love u&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh that's when I love u when nothing baby, &lt;br /&gt;nothing u do could change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn, the more I love, &lt;br /&gt;the more my heart can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;That's when I love u , &lt;br /&gt;when I love u no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekend was a total pig out as i didn't step out of my house at all. met up girlfriends earlier on in the evening to get some stuffs done for our common friend. another week ahead and i'm anticipating towards it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like the way he freak when i mess up his hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wendy's a silly boy and he's all mine (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112463532293211960?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112463532293211960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112463532293211960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112463532293211960' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112447189694122917</id><published>2005-08-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T11:14:05.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was such a relief when the oral presentation for &lt;em&gt;Introduction to Hospitality &amp;amp; Tourism Management &lt;/em&gt;went on fine for me. Met up Dahniela and Connie after school and I made new friends! Jamie, Karen and Clara. It's been ages since I've last talked to my girls for hours. We just rested our butts at Coffeebean and mingled until 9plus -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably sleep like a dead log for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to find many junior college humans are friggin imbecile. I heard stories from my girlfriends about what their friends in school did. I'm like friggin disgusted. I'm appalled by their puerile actions. Whatever that is being blogged by humans are strictly theirs. I don't find it amusing to print it out in hard copies and go around poking fun out of it. Being quite a sexist, I find that those guys who did that are a bunch of faggots having the least male hormones compared to a normal man. Sometimes I just feel like crashing girlfriends' lectures in school and screw those cuntfaces off -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm like friggin reluctant, I've to help putting up a password lock on my girlfriend's blog to keep those fuck fag cuntfaces from bitching about her in school -roars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112447189694122917?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112447189694122917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112447189694122917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112447189694122917' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112434782930089525</id><published>2005-08-18T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:50:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm the girl with that huge grin on her face today.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't get enough of this current song playing on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;It's so sweet -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;My mp3 just had to disappoint me with a low batt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the school library now,&lt;br /&gt;the computer labs were full.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my excel done by tomorrow 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Flying down to the bookstore for my batteries and a blank cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually wanted to catch Bewitched today,&lt;br /&gt;but I changed my mind halfway to Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;I reckoned that I ought to be home to complete my excel.&lt;br /&gt;so here I am (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like the way you hold my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like lying on your shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like you snatching my paperbag to carry for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like you telling me how you feel for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like the silly bus rides with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like to mess up your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like how your specs and spikey hair irritates my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like to be mean by teasing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i do fantasize how it's like to be pampered like a princess (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112434782930089525?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112434782930089525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112434782930089525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112434782930089525' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112429000060126377</id><published>2005-08-17T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:11:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slept 3 hours today only,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm like a zombie now.&lt;br /&gt;everything's like a huge surreal blur today,&lt;br /&gt;though I managed to get my micro-econs done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want you to tell me how you feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would have shoved your hands away if I mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you silly fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112429000060126377?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112429000060126377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112429000060126377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112429000060126377' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112420319982683313</id><published>2005-08-16T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:39:59.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aslyn &gt; that's when i love you&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;when you have to look away,&lt;br /&gt;when you don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, just that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hear you stumble when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;or see you walk with two left feet,&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you're mad 'cause you lost the game,&lt;br /&gt;forget i'm waiting in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;baby I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause heres my promise made tonight,&lt;br /&gt;you can count on me for life.&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when nothing you do can change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;the more I learn,&lt;br /&gt;the more I love,&lt;br /&gt;the more my heart can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I love you,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;hide your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;'cause the movie made you cry,&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you a little more each time,&lt;br /&gt;and when you can't quite match your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;or when you laugh at your own jokes,&lt;br /&gt;thats when I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you forget that we had a date,&lt;br /&gt;or that look you give when you show up late.&lt;br /&gt;baby I love you,&lt;br /&gt;I love you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;that is a really nice song,&lt;br /&gt;i found it in Nadiah's thumbdrive today.&lt;br /&gt;school went on fine.&lt;br /&gt;was in the lab looking for my econs article.&lt;br /&gt;isaac and wendy came after their class&lt;br /&gt;and i helped wendy with his powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;then bused back home with them.&lt;br /&gt;i chased wendy half way back my place,&lt;br /&gt;he dozed off please?&lt;br /&gt;silly guy still wants to send me back home.&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i've &lt;em&gt;transport tourism business&lt;/em&gt; test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a nice and sweet guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is that all a girl needs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112420319982683313?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112420319982683313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112420319982683313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112420319982683313' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112409925202913667</id><published>2005-08-15T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:36:37.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the communication skills summative test was alright.&lt;br /&gt;the food &amp; beverage science presentation went on well as well.&lt;br /&gt;nothing's there to dampen my mood today -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey and i are at the computer lab now,&lt;br /&gt;trying to attempt the econs project.&lt;br /&gt;mister ape bought miss bogay bogay durian puffs,&lt;br /&gt;so sweet right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss bogay bogay's daddy came to fetch her so i left for home. was at the bus interchange when mister ape, wendy, joyce, ivan, fit and mark were going for dinner, so i joined them. bused back with mister ape and wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks for sending me back home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's like very sweet of you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but then again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;silly too -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112409925202913667?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112409925202913667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112409925202913667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112409925202913667' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112403809763569584</id><published>2005-08-15T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T00:48:17.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was such a touching moment, when the Son meets the Dad. And it triggered the tears in our eyes to roll down, seeing granddad panting heavily away. I can't seem to remember anything of the past cuz it was more than a decade back. Those faces of my uncles and aunts, I can recognise none. Nonetheless, I'm happy to see daddy and his daddy finally met after so many years. Whatever hatchets have long been buried and ought to be forgotten. The remaining time to be left for them to cherish and enjoy -smiles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dined at the chinese restaurant in sunplaza and i left earlier to buy some stuffs and rushed home to pack the place before they come -pants. I was just in time, thank you very much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;great moment with genuine laughters ; cherished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my aunt bought me this magnetic beaded necklace from shanghai, nice (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wendy is like trying to shoo me off from Msn. Cuz I've not showered since I came back home -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;be around often (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112403809763569584?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112403809763569584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112403809763569584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112403809763569584' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112394702366169613</id><published>2005-08-13T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:44:36.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up late with a call from liyan.&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down ; the taxi driver was rather impatient.&lt;br /&gt;but i liked him being impatient cuz it saved me some money.&lt;br /&gt;just a dollar difference though ; &lt;strong&gt;FOURTEEN BUCKS&lt;/strong&gt; -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;the project meeting wasn't productive but least I know what I ought to be doing now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasn't stop pressing on my phone these few days,&lt;br /&gt;but it does bring smiles on my face (:&lt;br /&gt;audrey had her teeth extracted.&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine how i go about tearing and screaming being miss bogay bogay -laughs. but it looks pretty painful, take care girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then audrey and i went to catch willy wonka,&lt;br /&gt;the movie started at 7:20pm,&lt;br /&gt;we bought the tickets at 7:30pm -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;it was such a cute show, i love it as much as i love that book (:&lt;br /&gt;then bused back home, in hope of getting an eyebrow plucker or whatever you call that cuz i lost mine but all the shops were closed. -sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be meeting my granddad tomorrow, the man whom i've not met for more than a decade. i wonder what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know what i'm feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it just puts a smile on my face (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wonder how its like to stammer and blush -laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112394702366169613?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112394702366169613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112394702366169613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112394702366169613' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112383413713014379</id><published>2005-08-12T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T23:43:01.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Introduction to Hospitality &amp; Tourism Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; presentation was screwed, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Business Computing Skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; test gonna be screwed in an hr's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;the test was screwed ; said everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm at biz park now with my project mates.&lt;br /&gt;wendy went off before i came.&lt;br /&gt;bumped into isaac, sarah, ivan and joyce.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like today, alot.&lt;br /&gt;morning was fine, not until everything turned disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;i'm using wesley ibook now.&lt;br /&gt;it's so nice please?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'll own one ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;projects projects projects.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i shouldn't be bothered, but its inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;perhaps i do care -frowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm home earlier than usual today ; 10plus. popped by yishun burger king to meet dahniela. just some catching ups and a slice of hershey pie. a rather short time spent with her though. she told me about how my photos got "popular" in her school. i hope she'll try to convince jamie that photos are very deceiving. check out &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xiaxue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog and you'll know, how exactly "deceiving" it can be -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my weekend will be a relaxing one, though its obvious it'll probably be taken up by more projects. i want to go out with my girlfriends, with those fun people in school, with alot of humans out there. oh wells -sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i like your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just like to have you around (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;my dad just came to me, asked me to make myself free this Sunday. I'll be visiting my grandpa, the man I've not seen since I was a baby. He's not in good health lately, not much time can be spent with him anymore -sighs. Today totally ain't a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i need a hug now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112383413713014379?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112383413713014379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112383413713014379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112383413713014379' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112374657300503663</id><published>2005-08-11T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:31:34.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was swell! -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Actually not the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;Was in school till late as usual and the projects are pressing the HTM students as like mad usual. I picked up my cellphone and messaged !Audrey to help me in getting some stuffs -laughs. And I started grinning from ear to ear while in the library with Shawn and Samuel. Okays I admit that I irritated them with my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;huiting: hey i'm a happy girl today -grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guys : what makes you so happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;huiting: -smiles. but i'm not gonna tell you ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That can be seriously irritating.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways,&lt;br /&gt;thanks ms audrey chen.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to convince the parents that our HTM projects are overwhelming. So I told Shawn that if I were to call him, he shall do the talking. Since he's the class representative, he has a better idea of the entire course we're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Intht presentation tomorrow, i'm freaking out -shivers. As a htm student, I ought to be very spontaneous. I'm trying to -laughs. Went home with Issac, Wendy and Belinda. My new found friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;somehow i just got tongue-tied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112374657300503663?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112374657300503663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112374657300503663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112374657300503663' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112363775146381877</id><published>2005-08-10T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:35:51.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Belated 40th Birthday Singapore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being patriotic, just it's like a cliche now in many blogs out there -laughs. I'm in the school computer lab, thinking there's lessons but I was wrong. I was at Shawn's place yesterday afternoon to do project, his dad cooked really nice curry -yums. As usual, I didn't catch the NDP Parade on tv last night. Reached home almost twelve midnight. I met many new humans and it was fun (: -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan't elaborate on every minute of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112363775146381877?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112363775146381877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112363775146381877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112363775146381877' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112350372838134776</id><published>2005-08-08T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:22:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone in class wore &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today, practically all except me in hotpink and shawn's in the bright yellow business shirt. HAHAHA (: I'm a nutcase today (quoted from Audrey's blog), being crazy over Russell Peters and imitating him -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your mother so fat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then when she jumped for joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she got stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love punanis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll phone the children's aid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it takes 23mins to reach here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And before that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody's gonna get hurt real bad ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somebody. I won't tell you who,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I think you know who,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 40th National Day tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I've never been interested in watching the show,&lt;br /&gt;'cept the year when I took part in NDP (:&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable memories back then -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey brought her disgusting teeth to school today.&lt;br /&gt;It's like huge please? -pukes.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will wanna see that disgusting piece of shit,&lt;br /&gt;so please ignore Audrey's post in her blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112350372838134776?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112350372838134776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112350372838134776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112350372838134776' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112342705178769561</id><published>2005-08-07T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T23:10:08.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a Sunday night and in approximately an hour and fifteen minutes more, it'll be a fresh new week of school once again. As I've said, I'll spend thirteen hours daily in school ; dreadful -laughs. The next two weeks will be tough mann, especially when I'm completely clueless about the communication skills project. I need to do something for that project and also micro-economics for I wish not to see a fail in the peer appraisal. The thought of the unhappiness between some of my classmates, it's not really nice. It'll be quite sad to see zeros on other people's peer appraisal forms, and especially mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Santa, Can You Hear Me? &gt; Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Last night I took a walk in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Couples holding hands, places to go&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone but me is in love&lt;br /&gt;Santa, can you hear me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent my letter that I sealed with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;I send it off and just said this&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly what I want this year&lt;br /&gt;Santa, can you hear me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, Maybe&lt;br /&gt;Be all my own in a big red bow&lt;br /&gt;Santa, can you hear me ?&lt;br /&gt;I have been so good this year&lt;br /&gt;And all I want is one thing&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my true love is here&lt;br /&gt;He's all I want just for me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath my Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here&lt;br /&gt;Santa that's my only wish this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve, I just can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Will i be wrong just taking a peek ?&lt;br /&gt;Cause that I heard that your coming to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa, can you hear me ?&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;With Something special for me in your sleigh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh please make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;Santa, can you hear me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, Maybe&lt;br /&gt;we'll be all alone under the mistle toe&lt;br /&gt;Santa, can you hear me ?&lt;br /&gt;I have been so good this year&lt;br /&gt;And all I want is one thing&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my true love is here&lt;br /&gt;He's all I want just for me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath my Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here&lt;br /&gt;Santa that's my only wish this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my letter reaches you in time&lt;br /&gt;woooo yeah&lt;br /&gt;Bring me a love that I can call all mine&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have been so good this year&lt;br /&gt;Can't be alone under the mistle toe&lt;br /&gt;here's all i want in a big red bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, can you hear me ?&lt;br /&gt;I have been so good this year&lt;br /&gt;And all I want is one thing&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my true love is here&lt;br /&gt;He's all I want, just for me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath my Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here&lt;br /&gt;Santa, that's my only wish this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Santa&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me ?&lt;br /&gt;ooh santa&lt;br /&gt;Well he's all I want just for me&lt;br /&gt;underneath my Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting here..&lt;br /&gt;Santa, that's my only wish this year&lt;br /&gt;Santa, that's my only wish this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I woke up, the sudden thought that I would eventually die sent shivers up and down my spine. It's a really scary thought -screams. But wells, there WILL be a day when I'll let go of my last breath, lying on my bed with tears rolling down my wrinkled face. The day when my friends and family will moan upon my death. The scene where everyone will stand infront of my tomb in black, with the priest reading out aloud the holy scriptures. I've major&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; thanatophobia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112342705178769561?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112342705178769561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112342705178769561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112342705178769561' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112334231882817109</id><published>2005-08-06T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:01:03.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a fieldtrip down at Sentosa this evening, along with Silin, Shawn, Luanne and Stephanie. I love the lightings at night along the bridge and the ambience there &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[let's ignore some irksome assholes who smoked their cigarettes away like nobody's business].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I love night time, but I hate the journey back home. I loathe the ride back home from school cuz I've to take &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; buses back, alone -rolls eye. Anyways, I'm still reminscing the &lt;em&gt;"wedding crasher"&lt;/em&gt; last night (: it's a real nice flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some visuals &lt;strong&gt;(scroll mouse over it for captions)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 533px" height="428" alt="Audrey and I at the computer lab (:" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/03-08-05_19521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="428" alt="I love Audrey and she better love me too (:" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/31132108_c345d45117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="428" alt="Is that Mashimaro HUGE? (:" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/31132109_967ef6a87a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="428" alt="At Sentosa Burger King (:" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/Img0B82.jpg" width="578" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="428" alt="At Sentosa Burger King (:" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/Img02C7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;alright, I'm downloading some soundtracks from the flick &lt;em&gt;"Wedding Crasher"&lt;/em&gt;. That movie's awesome but wait a minute, how many times did I mention about it already? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mungo Jerry - In The Summer Time&lt;br /&gt;The Isley Brothers - Shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chinese's 7th month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and to be frank, I'm scared. Though I'm more towards Christianity but I do have &lt;strong&gt;phasmophobia&lt;/strong&gt;. My night rides back home for the next two weeks will be extremely petrifying &lt;em&gt;-fingers crossed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mungo Jerry &gt; In The Summertime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summertime when the weather is hot&lt;br /&gt;You can stretch right up and touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;When the weather's fine&lt;br /&gt;You got women, you got women on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Have a drink, have a drive&lt;br /&gt;Go out and see what you can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If her daddy's rich take her out for a meal&lt;br /&gt;If her daddy's poor just do what you feel&lt;br /&gt;Speed along the lane&lt;br /&gt;Do a ton or a ton an' twenty-five&lt;br /&gt;When the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;You can make it, make it good in a lay-by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're no threat, people&lt;br /&gt;We're not dirty, we're not mean&lt;br /&gt;We love everybody but we do as we please&lt;br /&gt;When the weather's fine&lt;br /&gt;We go fishin' or go swimmin' in the sea&lt;br /&gt;We're always happy&lt;br /&gt;Life's for livin' yeah, that's our philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing along with us&lt;br /&gt;Dee dee dee-dee dee&lt;br /&gt;Dah dah dah-dah dah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we're hap-happy&lt;br /&gt;Dah dah-dah&lt;br /&gt;Dee-dah-do dee-dah-do dah-do-dah&lt;br /&gt;Dah-do-dah-dah-dah&lt;br /&gt;Dah-dah-dah do-dah-dah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright ah&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the winter's here, yeah it's party time&lt;br /&gt;Bring your bottle, wear your bright clothes&lt;br /&gt;It'll soon be summertime&lt;br /&gt;And we'll sing again&lt;br /&gt;We'll go drivin' or maybe we'll settle down&lt;br /&gt;If she's rich, if she's nice&lt;br /&gt;Bring your friends and we'll all go into town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh, uh&lt;br /&gt;Chh chh-chh, uh Chh chh-chh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the summertime when the weather is hot&lt;br /&gt;You can stretch right up and touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;When the weather's fine&lt;br /&gt;You got women, you got women on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Have a drink, have a drive&lt;br /&gt;Go out and see what you can find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If her daddy's rich take her out for a meal&lt;br /&gt;If her daddy's poor just do what you feel&lt;br /&gt;Speed along the lane&lt;br /&gt;Do a ton or a ton an' twenty-five&lt;br /&gt;When the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;You can make it, make it good in a lay-by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're no threat, people&lt;br /&gt;We're not dirty, we're not mean&lt;br /&gt;We love everybody but we do as we please&lt;br /&gt;When the weather's fine&lt;br /&gt;We go fishin' or go swimmin' in the sea&lt;br /&gt;We're always happy&lt;br /&gt;Life's for livin' yeah, that's our philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing along with us&lt;br /&gt;Dee dee dee-dee dee&lt;br /&gt;Dah dah dah-dah dah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we're hap-happy&lt;br /&gt;Dah dah-dah&lt;br /&gt;Dee-dah-do dee-dah-do dah-do-dah&lt;br /&gt;Dah-do-dah-dah-dah&lt;br /&gt;Dah-dah-dah do-dah-dah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112334231882817109?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112334231882817109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112334231882817109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112334231882817109' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112325418193137209</id><published>2005-08-05T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:03:01.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CCN DAY WAS SWELL (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silin and i made this guy bought 10bucks of cookies&lt;br /&gt;and this other three guys laughed like mad when we returned to find them with small change, making them buy the cookies when they thought they had escaped from our "paws" -laughs. dined with audrey, jean and adeline at long john's and we caught &lt;em&gt;"wedding crasher"&lt;/em&gt; after that. audrey and i screamed friggin loud upon watching&lt;em&gt; "the maid"&lt;/em&gt; thriller -laughs. i love audrey cuz she can go crazy along with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm friggin tired and grumpy now. i hate squeezing on bus, having to be cautious not to hit onto somebody next to me and of course, it reduces my speed of replying smses greatly -rolls eye. it's very apparent that my next two weeks will be the most dreadful period of my life as all the projects are due within that period. which also means, i'll probably spend more than 12 hours in school. &lt;strong&gt;WHICH ALSO MEANS&lt;/strong&gt;, i'll be deprived of precious sleep. Now whoever dare say the life of a polytechnic student is slack, i'll stab you with a thousand knives and sprinkle salt on your wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i don't really like strangers to tag my board without telling me who they are. i know you are just a &lt;em&gt;"passerby"&lt;/em&gt;, but please do leave your name and school/workplace at least? -thanks. and anyone who reads, do leave a tag as well (: -thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112325418193137209?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112325418193137209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112325418193137209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112325418193137209' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112317173459872809</id><published>2005-08-05T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T00:08:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05 August 2005</title><content type='html'>I've got this really painful ugly blister on my big fat right toe -cries.&lt;br /&gt;Been real busy these two days rushing for the &lt;em&gt;introduction to hospitality &amp; tourism management&lt;/em&gt; project. And things ain't going smooth -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCN DAY tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wriggles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112317173459872809?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112317173459872809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112317173459872809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112317173459872809' title='05 August 2005'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112303573436439797</id><published>2005-08-03T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T10:32:42.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up at 5:30am and lazed for another 1 hour. The next moment, I was on the verge of skipping class today again. But I knew I couldn't. So dragged myself out of bed [that was tough!] and squeezed on the buses to get to school. And guess what?&lt;strong&gt; THERE'S NO LESSON IN THE MORNING TODAY!&lt;/strong&gt; -roars. I was seriously agitated for if I knew it earlier, I could have like sleep until 9am? -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've to rot my butt in school until 12pm for my econs lecture. HAHA and then the consultation with Ms Choi -geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, there's this CCN fair going on in temasek polytechnic this coming Friday afternoon. We'll be selling cookies, jellies, mocktails, et ceteras. And other classes will be selling many other stuffs, from apparels to food. Do drop by and have a look, yes? My class booth will be outside the computer laboratory 20 -smiles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angel of Mine &gt; Eternal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you I already knew&lt;br /&gt;There was something inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Something I thought I'd never find&lt;br /&gt;Angel of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you (looking at you) looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why they say the best things are free&lt;br /&gt;Gonna love you 'til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Angel of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I need to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life sent from above&lt;br /&gt;Better than a dream, such a perfect love&lt;br /&gt;And I'll adore you 'til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Angel of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah waoh, angel, yeah, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing means more to me than what we share&lt;br /&gt;No one in this whole world can ever compare&lt;br /&gt;Last night the way you moved is still on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Angel, angel, of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I need to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life (my life) sent from above&lt;br /&gt;Better than a dream, such a perfect love, perfect love&lt;br /&gt;And I'll adore you 'til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Angel, angel, of mine, of mine&lt;br /&gt;Angel, oh angel, angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could feel each moment&lt;br /&gt;As if it were new&lt;br /&gt;Every breath I take or vow that I make&lt;br /&gt;I want to share it with you, share it with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you I already knew&lt;br /&gt;There was something inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Something I thought I'd never find&lt;br /&gt;Angel of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life, sent from above, up above baby&lt;br /&gt;Better than a dream, such a perfect love&lt;br /&gt;You're such a perfect love&lt;br /&gt;And I'll adore you 'til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Angel of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I need to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you, looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why they say the best things are free&lt;br /&gt;Gonna love you 'til the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Angel of mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112303573436439797?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112303573436439797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112303573436439797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112303573436439797' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112298455935830739</id><published>2005-08-02T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:09:19.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>02 August 2005</title><content type='html'>I behaved like a typical Singaporean today. Reached at the school library at o8:45am, and headed straight to the 8th level for that "introduction to hospitality management - john r. walker" book, for fear of other hospitality&amp;tourism management students borrowing it away. I couldn't find it initially and got alittle panicky but then, I thought of trying my luck by looking through the fews books on the trolley. HAHA and i found it -waves in victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the lift down to the computer lab to get the business computing skills question done. and went back to 8th level library to read up on my research findings. after awhile, shawn came and we went back down to the computer lab again. lunch at bizpark before business computing skills tutorial at 2. tutorial was dreadful and i stayed back until now to complete my research findings for introduction to hospitality &amp; tourism management. dined at biz park with keagan halfway through my work and i'm feeling pretty accomplished now (: -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it, it isn't much either. i've got micro-economics report, communication skills report, travel geog fieldtrip, tourism transport business project, fundamental food &amp; beverage report and that individual work for business computing skills excel project ; six more to go -cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy's ill. he seldom fall sick and this morning, i kept hearing his coughs -frowns. i don't feel good when my parents are ill because they seldom fall sick and somehow, it just startles me alittle. i'm paranoid lahh -laughs. i did not jog today and i'm feeling a wee bit guilty. my evening tomorrow will probably be used for fieldtrip and there goes my jogging again -tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been nice and i'm enjoying the time i spend in school. alexis is so cute! -flutters. my eye candy in school is also cute! -flutters once more. HAHA but wells, eye candies are afterall just eye candies -oh wells. it's just like "a dream is afterall a dream!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112298455935830739?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112298455935830739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112298455935830739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112298455935830739' title='02 August 2005'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112289899826355104</id><published>2005-08-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:35:56.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01 Aug 05</title><content type='html'>today was rather messy for me. communication skills tutorial went on fine and we headed to bizpark for lunch. shawn handed me this 'introduction to hospitality - john r. walker' book. after which we headed to the school computer lab to get our survey done. an hour odd past by when i picked up my bag, getting ready to set off back home, i realised the book wasn't with me. i got rather flustered and rushed out of the lab. and as i pushed the door out to the corridor, i saw him. why do i always see him at the very least expected moment? why do i always see him when i'm so flustered and messy? -frowns. and yes, there's tons of butterflies in my tummy -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went back to bizpark in hope to find the book but to no avail. i didn't like the canteen cleaner's attitude. that auntie went like, "i never see LAHH! don't have! don't have! excuse me ah!" with that i-can't-be-bothered-with-you attitude -rolls eye. ANYWAYS, i went back to the computer lab and dragged keagan to the library with me. and here i am, i wanna say a very huge THANK YOU to that i-don't-know-who for returning that book for me -hugs. and so in hope to borrow that book again, i went to the 8th level section but it wasn't there anymore. oh great, how on earth can i do my research now? -cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so keagan and i bused down to yishun, he meeting his girlfriend while i met MY girlfriend, connie. HAHA (: passed her sister's ezlink card and we went back home. that silly girl whined about her new haircut -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then headed for a jog in the evening and twas good! -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;daddy got my dinner ready (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to be like you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted everything.&lt;br /&gt;So i tried to be like you,&lt;br /&gt;And i got swept away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that it was so cold.&lt;br /&gt;And you needed someone,&lt;br /&gt;To show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;So i took your hand and we figured out ;&lt;br /&gt;That when the tide comes,&lt;br /&gt;I'd take you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to,&lt;br /&gt;I can save you.&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here.&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside,&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there.&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Was somebody who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking slowly,&lt;br /&gt;So hurry hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Your hand is all i have to keep me hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;Please can you tell me ;&lt;br /&gt;So i can finally see,&lt;br /&gt;Where you go when you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to,&lt;br /&gt;I can save you.&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here.&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside,&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there.&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Was somebody who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you wanted was somebody who cares,&lt;br /&gt;If you need me you know i'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to,&lt;br /&gt;I can save you.&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here.&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside,&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there.&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Was somebody who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please can you tell me,&lt;br /&gt;So i can finally see,&lt;br /&gt;Where you go when you're gone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn to smack this song on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;notice the "smack" -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it hurts to see someone you love so dearly, falling in love with someone else and not you. but ben, love isn't everything. don't push yourself so much into focusing all you have on training yourself away. she isn't just the only link back in singapore. how about your friends? we're all here, yes? don't be so cracked. life doesn't evolve around jiamin and her alone. i bet she doesn't want to hurt you either, it's just there's nothing she can do. feelings fade, it will. if you can let go of that bitch in the past, you can let go of jiamin. time heals, believe that (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112289899826355104?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112289899826355104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112289899826355104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112289899826355104' title='01 Aug 05'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112282816641176160</id><published>2005-08-01T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T00:44:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been ages since i've last chatted with someone so long till the scrollbar on msn reduced to 2cm long. haha anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mister alexis chiau heng jiang and i were obsessed with mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="huiting all rights reserved" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/b5407414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="huiting all rights reserved" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/6d2d22bf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="huiting all rights reserved" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="huiting all rights reserved" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/ce42f2e7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="huiting all rights reserved" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/22593e96.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="huiting all rights reserved" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/b8e848f0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="huiting all rights reserved" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, it's alittle madness but funny, right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;school's starting yet once again and i'm dreading it. HAHA okays may mid august pass by quickly for the hair consultant can be of use -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112282816641176160?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112282816641176160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112282816641176160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112282816641176160' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112272572672522032</id><published>2005-07-30T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:05:50.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 July 2005</title><content type='html'>It's been so chilly all day, making me a sleepyhead. I was meddling with the keyboard today and recorded a short verse of 'Forgotten' - Avril Lavigne. I do not know how to play the keyboard, never had any lessons on it. Hence, all I did was to smack on it to make out some notes. HAHA okays, I sent it to many humans. Teddy, Ben, Jinlong, Bryan, Zhizhong and Evan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-laughs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Mom for lunch and jogged in the evening. When I was jogging my way back, Mom surprised me by standing beside the pavement. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-laughs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Anyways, check out the recording? It may cause nauseousness but bear with it. Thank you very much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/freaking_morons/forgotten.wav"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do the projects research due tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112272572672522032?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112272572672522032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112272572672522032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112272572672522032' title='30 July 2005'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112263163334248021</id><published>2005-07-29T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T23:38:59.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to school just to attend a 30mins Appel tutorial -smirks. Anyhows, the day ended real fast with me whining to Syarina on the bus. I was a total idiot. Why didn't I smile at him when I see him? Alright, perhaps those silly butterflies in my stomach made me an idiot. I can like see him 3times in a row yet just didn't dare to. How silly? Or rather, I'm afraid I'll freak him out. HAHA by blogging this makes me a friggin freak as well &lt;em&gt;-frowns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I just realised there is a new jogging pavement near my crib. Jogging makes me feel lighter -smiles. And I think I jogged past Yishun Town's new campus. It's beautiful! How I wish I can go back in time, back to the good old days when girlfriends and I would rot our holy afterschool hours at Long John Silvers and Burger King. I miss the days when we would sit down at the bus interchange, scrutinizing the passerbys and bitch about them. The loud laughters, the bimbotic squeals and even those quarrels we had &lt;em&gt;-reminisce (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking my way back, my mind was filled with thoughts. The mistakes I made, the wrong people I met and the regrets I had. Those silly tears I used to shed for some humans in the past striked me right there. And at that instant, I felt like a total dotterel. Come to really think about it, when I said I 'like' someone, were my feelings real? Even if it was, do I know what exactly is 'love'? &lt;em&gt;- I doubt so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one in this world for everyone. Be it you're pretty or ugly, tall or short, fat or slim, there will be this special somebody in this world for you. I've never been in a serious relationship with anyone before and inevitably, the yearning for it is strong. Wells, let's just cross fingers and pray for the prince charming or the knight in shining armour to come across my path of life &lt;em&gt;-what a fantasy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahniela just came telling me about her friend who suicided two days back. I don't understand why humans choose to suicide, giving up their lives and abandon everything. There's so much more to life than what they think it is. The friends and family, the scrumptious food, the laughters and joy, the everlasting love and et ceteras. But anyways, peace to that girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend and I can finally sleep at ease tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112263163334248021?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112263163334248021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112263163334248021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112263163334248021' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112255688279965431</id><published>2005-07-28T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:27:59.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like &lt;strong&gt;9:20pm&lt;/strong&gt; now and I'm still in the school computer lab. HAHA Siling and I spent our entire evening to complete the &lt;em&gt;case study 2 for travel geography&lt;/em&gt; which is due tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;WE DID IT! (:&lt;/strong&gt; -waves in victory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays, I need to like fly back home? &lt;strong&gt;BYE&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home, &lt;strong&gt;11pm&lt;/strong&gt; sharp (:&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still friggin excited about how I'm able to complete the case study 2 within 5 hours -wriggles. Anyways, I've gotten &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;63/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my micro-economics midterm test. Not very impressive but oh wells, I didn't mug much for it either. Okays, I guess I need to burn alittle midnight oil to research on the remaining projects. Gotten those stupid books on gaming and I need to check them out -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;he's so cute! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT FOLKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112255688279965431?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112255688279965431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112255688279965431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112255688279965431' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112243534441946410</id><published>2005-07-27T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:58:21.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The mini test was pretty disappointing. I've got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;37.5/60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the class didn't fair well either. According to Ms Jackie, it was a relatively&lt;strong&gt; challenging&lt;/strong&gt; test. And if the students read up the notes, they'll most likely get an average pass of&lt;strong&gt; 35&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;36&lt;/strong&gt; out of &lt;strong&gt;60&lt;/strong&gt;. Isn't that pathetic? Some failures here and there -sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly blockhead Connie Oh dropped her purse on the bus last night. But thank goodness, I saw it and recognised that it belongs to my hunny bunny so I picked it up. HAHA (: -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found a nice version of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gloomy Sunday"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Heather Nova.&lt;br /&gt;Off to micro-economics lecture (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home early, six o'clock! (:&lt;br /&gt;I've never liked jogging, never did I. But I did some jogging just now. No warm-ups, No slow jog. I blasted my mp3 and sprinted for awhile. Though it's just a km plus but I gave it all away. And the aftermath was this sharp pain in my heart. HAHA but I felt so much better (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did I say I finally gotten myself a nice pair of loop earrings though I can only wear it a month later -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Godsmack - I Fucking Hate You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112243534441946410?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112243534441946410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112243534441946410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112243534441946410' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112235061017208009</id><published>2005-07-26T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:53:58.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gloomy Sunday - The Suicidal Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December, 1932, a down and out Hungarian named Reszo Seress was trying to make a living as a songwriter in Paris, but kept failing miserably. All of his compositions failed to impress the music publishers of France, but Seress carried on chasing his dream nevertheless. He was determined to become an internationally famous songwriter. His girlfriend had constant rows with him over the insecurity of his ambitious life. She urged him to get a full-time 9 to 5 job, but Seress was uncompromising. He told her he was to be a songwriter or a hobo, and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon, things finally came to a head. Seress and his fiancée had a fierce row over his utter failure as a composer, and the couple parted with angry words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day after the row - which happened to be a Sunday - Seress sat at the piano in his apartment, gazing morosely through the window at the Parisian skyline. Outside, storm-clouds gathered in the grey sky, and soon the heavy rain began to pelt down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a gloomy Sunday" Seress said to himself as he played about on the piano's ivories, and quite suddenly, his hands began to play a strange melancholy melody that seemed to encapsulate the downhearted way he was feeling over his quarrel with his girl and the state of the dispiriting weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Gloomy Sunday! That will be the title of my new song" muttered Seress, excitedly, and he grabbed a pencil and wrote the notes down on an old postcard. Thirty minutes later he had completed the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seress sent his composition off to a music publisher and waited for acceptance with a lot more hope than he usually had in his heart. A few days later, the song-sheet was returned with a rejection note stapled to it that stated: "Gloomy Sunday has a weird but highly depressing melody and rhythm, and we are sorry to say that we cannot use it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was sent off again to another publisher, and this time it was accepted. The music publisher told Seress that his song would soon be distributed to all the major cities of the world. The young Hungarian was ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a few months after Gloomy Sunday was printed, there were a spate of strange occurrences that were allegedly sparked off by the new song. In Berlin, a young man requested a band to play Gloomy Sunday, and after the number was performed, the man went home and blasted himself in the head with a revolver after complaining to relatives that he felt severely depressed by the melody of a new song which he couldn't get out of his head. That song was Gloomy Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later in the same city, a young female shop assistant was found hanging from a rope in her flat. Police who investigated the suicide found a copy of the sheet-music to Gloomy Sunday in the dead girl's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after that tragedy, a young secretary in New York gassed herself, and in a suicide note she requested Gloomy Sunday to be played at her funeral. Weeks later, another New Yorker, aged 82, jumped to his death from the window of his seventh-story apartment after playing the 'deadly' song on his piano. Around the same time, a teenager in Rome who had heard the unlucky tune jumped off a bridge to his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newspapers of the world were quick to report other deaths associated with Seress' song. One newspaper covered the case of a woman in North London who had been playing a 78 recording of Gloomy Sunday at full volume, infuriating and frightening her neighbors, who had read of the fatalities supposedly caused by the tune. The stylus finally became trapped in a groove, and the same piece of the song played over and over. The neighbors hammered on the woman's door but there was no answer, so they forced the door open - only to find the woman dead in her chair from an overdose of barbiturates. As the months went by, a steady stream of bizarre and disturbing deaths that were alleged to be connected to Gloomy Sunday persuaded the chiefs at the BBC to ban the seemingly accursed song from the airwaves. Back in France, Rizzo Seress, the man who had composed the controversial song, was also to experience the adverse effects of his creation. He wrote to his ex-fiancée, pleading for a reconciliation. But several days later came the most awful, shocking news. Seress learned from the police that his sweetheart had poisoned herself. And by her side, a copy of the sheet music to Gloomy Sunday was found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the 1930s, when the world was plunged into the war against Hitler, Seress' inauspicious song was quickly forgotten in the global turmoil, but the sheet-music to the dreaded song is still available (on the Net too) to those who are curious to know if the morbid melody can still exert its deadly influence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the song &gt; &lt;a href="http://gaffa.mit.edu/stuff/audio/gloomy-sunday/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I doubt it's the originals though (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday is gloomy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;my hours are slumberless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dearest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the shadows I live with are numberless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Little white flowers will never awaken you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Angels have no thought of ever returning you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gloomy Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gloomy is Sunday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;with shadows I spend it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My heart and I have decided to end it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But let them not weep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;let them know that I'm glad to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Death is no dream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;for in death I'm caressing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gloomy Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dreaming, I was only dreaming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My heart is telling you how much I wanted you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gloomy Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I'm listening to it in the school's computer lab now. Wells, a rather depressing song but not scary okays? I feel so accomplished and proud of myself when I managed to get two Excel spreadsheet question done. HAHA ((: seriously, making blogskins and all is far way easier than using Microsoft Excel. Oh wells, perhaps to me only? -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like trimming my eyebrows. It makes me feel &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"lighter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Not as in the weight itself, I've no idea how exactly to go about explaining, so quit it. I've never liked ear studs but for the sake of the pretty pretty big hoop earrings, I'll tolerate that irritating pair of studs for the next 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, dinner time before I start on my transport business revision for that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;test tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112235061017208009?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112235061017208009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112235061017208009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112235061017208009' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112228850733319646</id><published>2005-07-25T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T19:00:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I reached home extremely early today but was extremely disappointed as well. I dressed up formally for the oral presentation today,&lt;br /&gt;went out of my house two hours before the lesson and I ended up afew minutes late. And I didn't get to present due to time constraint. And I've to dress up again this coming Thurday. Oh great -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about two plus in the afternoon. Did nothing but the BCS powerpoint presentation and clearing of some notes. I've printed tons of notes today but it wasn't enough. I've to print again tomorrow. The reams of papers I bought has been put to good use (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meddling with the Microsoft Excel for some time and I just couldn't figure how to use it. It makes me feel lousy, extremely lousy. And I gave up. I'm desperately searching for help now though -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my tummy grumbling but bloated at the same time. Signs of the time of the month ; Hate it. Anyways, I'm running out of stuffs to blog about. Besides, I'm trying to put my focus on studies now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;My usual sweet hun Audrey Chen's gonna teach me Microsoft Excel tomorrow. Now screw Terence who didn't reply a single of my messages via MSN the entire day -rolls eye. HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get my brows trim again tomorrow and get my ears pierced. I'm dying to get those pretty little silver bangle earrings on me. HEE (: I'm playing the guzheng, after so many eons living it untouched. HAHA and I shall do some recordings of it. It's super china. HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the conversation I had with Teddy that tickled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;why dont u ask me how am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha okays mister teddy, hows you? miss your craps so much (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my crapss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha. i seldom crap le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ive grown up. -beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha how come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;GROWN UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;MUAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;thats not the expected response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u shud say. "oh. i see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;u know. sort of like. agree with me kinda thingy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;MUAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;im amazed ted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ya. most ppl are. dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but oh well. u know. a man has to know when he is a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahhaa. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eh eh eh. that doesnt sound convincing is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha it doesnt, at all Ted. YOU'RE GROWN UP? haha convince me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;erm. ive grown a millimetre taller. gained 2kg. erm. made plans for the weekend. and urm... brushed my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha. try harder boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nono iie... its "try harder man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahaha. you're not man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but ive grown up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha try to grow more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Type your name as you want others to see it: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;im trying... -indignance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huiting. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HAHAHA i'll give you moral support. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I realised all my dreams lately are all about deaths. The past two nights, I dreamt of this girl committed suicide and her boyfriend was left with that shattered heart. He roamed around with that "I wanna die with her" face. And the other dream was about this psycho who kidnapped a group of humans, including me. He used capital punishment to kill all of us one by one. And this girl was forced to breathe in gas and she suffocated right infront of us. HAHA what if it's karma -shudders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless my dream tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112228850733319646?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112228850733319646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112228850733319646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112228850733319646' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112219733196262633</id><published>2005-07-24T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T19:15:55.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th July 2005</title><content type='html'>Dad, juns and I went over to Causeway Point. And I bought a white blouse and a grey skirt at Dano and a black heels at Charles&amp;Keith ; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;formal office wear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Formal wear is so not me but I love the white top. HAHA ((: and I love heels, they makes me look taller. Wells, I'm &lt;strong&gt;short&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bought three reams of A4 papers as well. I must start being hardworking towards my academics. And I'm done with my oral presentation outline. Now I've to get my speech fully prepared -wriggles. I just hope Darshans won't flare at me for my late submission of the outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dozed off on the study desk. HAHAHAHA and now I shall go and make myself some cupcorns (: And embark on the remainings of my oral presentation speech tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;they say hatred grew from love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112219733196262633?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112219733196262633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112219733196262633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112219733196262633' title='24th July 2005'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112216841597055386</id><published>2005-07-24T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T09:26:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was swell! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall skip the morning project discussion. Headed down to Admiralty as Dahniela wanted to get her brows trimmed. And then went over to Chong Pang to get some birthday stuffs. You know those sprays? Lunched over there before heading down to Crystal Jade @ Causeway Point to get Connie's favourite Mango Cake. I went over to the Esplanade riverside to get the cake ready with the candles lit while Dahniela went over to Citylink to fetch Zhizhong and Connie. HAHA the wind was too strong to light up the candles lahhh! -tsk. Anyways, had fun taking silly photos and video of us savouring the cake. HAHA (: Gave her the presents. Dahniela went to meet Fiona for awhile, leaving Zhizhong, Connie and I walking around Esplanade. Connie was so sweet, she bought chocz for us. Anyways, Fiona came and hell loads of photos taken as usual. It was the Final Rehearsal for the NDP'05 and Cityhall was damn crowded. -rolls eye. Met up Evan and he gave me my belated birthday present. HAHA a really belated one but I like it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for the Livestrong wristbands and that piggy stuff ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent our entire day at Cityhall. Oh I went over to the Suntec Fountain of Wealth and dedicated "My Boo - Usher feat Alicia Keys" to Connie for her birthday. Then dined at RennThai before heading home. Flopped onto bed real soon after I got home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm glad the day went well and you've enjoyed yourself. I promised to be there for you for the many birthdays ahead and I will. I love you loads hun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I need to get the oral presentation assignment due tomorrow done -stressed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A rather hastily blogged entry, yes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112216841597055386?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112216841597055386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112216841597055386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112216841597055386' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112203685783387200</id><published>2005-07-22T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T20:56:29.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm seriously cursed lately. I just had indigestion on Tuesday, if you remembered. This morning as I sat down in the computer lab attempting on my project research, my stomach started to ache like madness. Then, I spent almost half an hour in the ladies. The pain was excruciatingly unbearable that I wished I was dead. I had cold sweats, looking pale white as if I just had some sick operation. HAHA guess I scared Stephanie and Cassandra when I went back to the computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of school stuffs, but I'm just feeling really guilty today when Shawn came asking me about my commitment towards the projects. I wasn't focusing on the projects, neither did I give any commitment towards it. &lt;em&gt;Am I a free-rider now?&lt;/em&gt; -sulks. I'm so sorry mates. I promise I'll turn up for the project meetings and if I can't, I'll inform you guys 24hrs beforehand -geesh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry a billion tons mates ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, met up Dahniela to get some stuffs done for tomorrow. I can't say much here, because it's supposed to be a surprise for my dearest Connie. It's her birthday tomorrow. So before the clock strikes twelve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY CONNIE OH CAI YUN (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Though I can't promise you a happiest day in your life tomorrow, but I'll try to make it a memorable one. I hope you'll like the gifts you'll be getting tomorrow and I can promise that I'll be there for you for the many birthdays in the years ahead. You're always there for me when I need a listening ear and a leaning shoulder. Though I may not be there always for you, but be rest assured I'll be there when you holler me. Girl, I love you. And I know you do too (: -hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the pot calling the kettle black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112203685783387200?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112203685783387200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112203685783387200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112203685783387200' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112193509549819483</id><published>2005-07-21T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:55:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 July 2005</title><content type='html'>The aftermath of running in and out of the ladies umpteen times, a wobbly me. HAHA (: Woke up in the morning, feeling real tired and weird. And who on earth burps instead of yawn, early in the morning? Yes, I burped when I woke up this morning -rolls eye. Then I reckoned that I'm still suffering from indigestion. Hence I flopped back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Causeway point to get my Guess wallet changed. Last night when I was looking through the wallet, I was shocked to see that big hole underneath one of the compartments. Anyways, bought papayas, watermelons and kiwis. I hope these fruits will help my indigestion gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Brighter than Sunshine &gt; Aqualung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;What a feeling in my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Brighter than sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Let the rain fall, i don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Suddenly you're mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;and it's brighter than sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just got this feeling I'll fall really sick soon. HAHA I hope I won't though. But damn, I need a medical certificate for my absence from school today. But i had none. Good Lord, what to do?! -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need of new songs. I don't listen to the radio that often, neither the television. How on earth can I have the updates on the latest hits? Let's see what I downloaded, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No transitory&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Alexisonfire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44 Calibre Love Letter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Alexisonfire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lullaby -&lt;/strong&gt; Shawn Mullin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Morning -&lt;/strong&gt; Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken Wings -&lt;/strong&gt; Alterbridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apocalypse Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lullaby &gt; Shawn Mullin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;She grew up with the children of the stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in the Hollywood hills and the Boulevard.&lt;br /&gt;Her parents threw big parties,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was there.&lt;br /&gt;They hung out with folks like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dennis Hopper, Bob Seeger, Sonny and Cher.&lt;br /&gt;Now, she feels safe in the bar on Fairfax.&lt;br /&gt;And from the stage i can tell that,&lt;br /&gt;she can't let go and she can't relax.&lt;br /&gt;And just before she hangs here head to cry,&lt;br /&gt;I sing to her a lullaby, i sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Everything's gonna be all right,&lt;br /&gt;Rockabye, rockabye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She still lives with her mom outside the city.&lt;br /&gt;Down that street about a half a mile and all her friends tell her,&lt;br /&gt;She's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;But she'd be a whole lot prettier,&lt;br /&gt;if she smiled once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;'cause even her smile looks like a frown.&lt;br /&gt;She's seen her share of devils in this angel town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But, everything's gonna be all right,&lt;br /&gt;Rockabye, rockabye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I told her I ain't so sure about this place.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to play a gig in this town and keep a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone here's got a plan,&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of like nashville with a tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, everything's gonna be all right,&lt;br /&gt;Rockabye, rockabye.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be all right,&lt;br /&gt;Rockabye, rockabye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodnight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112193509549819483?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112193509549819483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112193509549819483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112193509549819483' title='21 July 2005'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112182659521355338</id><published>2005-07-20T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:23:41.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Okays, I love Campbells' Chunky ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm supposed to be on fruits diet! -roars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I'm in school right now. Just done with my group's online presentation and discussion. Two more hours of micro economics lecture before I'm done with school. HAHA and after which I guess I'll just fly home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tired this week lahh -whines. And I can't wait for weekends to arrive then I'll have fun celebrating Connie's seventeenth birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice my entries are reducing in word size greatly, cuz there's no need in talking about my life in minute detail and even if so, it'll probably just bore people out. Besides, my life now revolves around &lt;strong&gt;HOME-SCHOOL-HOME-SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA, get me yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach ain't feeling very good now -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up Connie at Yishun Burger King instead of home ((: Did alittle of micro economics. Wells, read-up though &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. then I went to check out the movie timings, was tempted to catch "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". And so, Connie and I watched it. Wells, it was science fiction. Wasn't my cup of tea but it was quite nice. Check that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into Veron, &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;! Like how many jillion times will I bump into her whenever I'm with Connie? (: Her and her HwaChong nonsense. HAHA. And I totally bitched about how scary some particular men can be -laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling very well, in fact, &lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt;. -frowns. Indigestion I think, been in and out of the ladies umpteen times today. Good Lord, I need fruits. Never had any fruits today. And I'm not really in a chirpy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seriously, I don't care about the train fares. Whatever I do, will be pretty apparent on this blog. I don't have to go through the hassle of cooking up some big stories just to be out with my girlfriends. And I can fork out my own money for my own expenses, that's not the issue. It is that intangible trust I need. -geesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, busy night ahead. I've to complete the outline for my oral presentation for Communication Skills and the tutorial questions for Microeconomics -whines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fathomed over and over again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was dumbfounded by how blinded I was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The truth was apparent but,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing was done about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt injustice done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A lesson learnt with wisdom gained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112182659521355338?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112182659521355338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112182659521355338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112182659521355338' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112175662414380730</id><published>2005-07-19T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T19:18:57.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCHOOL WAS SWELL!&lt;br /&gt;-rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't suck though, because I'm not familiar in Microsoft Excel. So am kind of taking interest in it. I'm freezing, regretted not bringing my jacket along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home straight after school, and I've decided to do that for the entire week. That saves me from spending unneccessarily. Someone freaked me out, majorly. Yes, I saw &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. I walked so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fast down the escalator just to get away from &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. And to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;horror, &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; came right beside me after that. Good Lord, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how psychotic can you be?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -shudders. But then again, it's just my assumptions. Anyways, I had kiwi, papayas and watermelons again! ((: -smiles. It helps to clear my bowels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at multiply. Reading the journal entries I wrote in the past, before I've gotten my O levels results. I was so much happier in the past, I reckon? -shrugs. But &lt;strong&gt;NO NO NO&lt;/strong&gt;, that's the past. So I deleted everything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i love fruits &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;starzest&lt;/em&gt; just messaged me about this tuitioning offer. But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the tuition time is around 2plus in the afternoon. And so I can't take that offer. Consider that offer was good. 120 bucks for K1 english, 8 sessions, 1.5hour. Not bad, yes? Note, it's &lt;strong&gt;KINDERGARDEN ONE&lt;/strong&gt;! -bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Paper Heart &gt; All American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please just don't play with me,&lt;br /&gt;My paper heart will bleed.&lt;br /&gt;This wait for destiny won't do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be with me, please i beseech you.&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that make you run away ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;catch you if i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112175662414380730?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112175662414380730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112175662414380730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112175662414380730' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112166205300492435</id><published>2005-07-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:00:26.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 July 2005</title><content type='html'>School was boring, as always for a typical Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Blues filled the air, yes? -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm friggin tired and I need my holidays back please?&lt;br /&gt;Project discussion laters and I'm so not anticipating towards it.&lt;br /&gt;Work has got to go on despite how unwilling I can be.&lt;br /&gt;Busing down to town to meet Dahniela laters.&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's the only thing to look forward to -wriggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came upon something that shocked me while bloghopping just now -shudders.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, wasn't in any ways of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mondays suck, as usual (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't meet up Dahniela, didn't town afterall. Trained back home alone, and I realised it's the first time ever since the school term started that I headed home straight after lessons. HAHA, my fruit diet started today. When everyone was savouring their chickenchops and spaghetti, I was there munching on papayas &amp; guavas. HAHA, I'm in love with Kiwi now. I had like loads of fruits today. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Apple Juice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Dragonfruit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Durians&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Guavas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Kiwi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Papaya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Watermelon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;And I found out that I actually like fruits tons ((: But I'm tired now, didn't sleep well during the midterm break. Online is becoming a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was quite disturbed by my girlfriends saying stuffs like, &lt;em&gt;"I will walk through this journey with you."&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;em&gt;"Everything is going to be okay."&lt;/em&gt; or even just Benw came asking me questions like&lt;em&gt;,"Are you okay?"&lt;/em&gt;. I know you humans meant well for me. But for the one last &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time,&lt;strong&gt; I'M FUCKING OKAY&lt;/strong&gt;! My photos and friendster profiles may be emo, that's just because of my recent fetish for emo stuffs. Right from the beginning, it was misconceptions and misconceptions and then again, &lt;strong&gt;MISCONCEPTIONS&lt;/strong&gt;! It may be my assumptions, but I hope no one talks about it anymore. And I seriously mean, &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE&lt;/strong&gt;! So now, must I add a &lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;/strong&gt; at the end of my every sentence to show that I'm &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I'M FUCKING FINE?!&lt;/strong&gt; -rolls eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112166205300492435?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112166205300492435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112166205300492435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112166205300492435' title='18 July 2005'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112158811624783316</id><published>2005-07-17T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T21:39:48.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My phlegmn is irritating the bitch in me. But wait, I'm not a bitch. There's a bitch &lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt; everyone, that doesn't make everyone a bitch. What am I yakking about? -laughs. Anyways, I've to drag my lazy self out of my crib to buy my bus concession ; &lt;strong&gt;52bucks&lt;/strong&gt;. Good Lord, every student needs concession. That's a hell loads of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Goodbye midterm break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;HELLO temasek poly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;-shrugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY SEVENTEENTH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AUDREY CHEN MEI XIAN (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that silly girl wants me to give her hugs &amp;amp; kisses tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the bus concession. And &lt;strong&gt;retail therapy totally rocks&lt;/strong&gt;! Though I'm feeling fuck guilty now. Contradicting I know but oh wells ((: Audrey just told me about this business presentation tomorrow for &lt;em&gt;Communication Skills&lt;/em&gt;. Oh great, no one told me about that. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-fucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112158811624783316?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112158811624783316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112158811624783316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112158811624783316' title=''/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112151783494102879</id><published>2005-07-17T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T02:51:08.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th July 2005</title><content type='html'>My throat hurts a lil and I reckon it'll get worse anytime soon. Remedy anyone? Was on the phone with Bryan from &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;WEE&lt;/strong&gt;wee&lt;strong&gt;WEE&lt;/strong&gt; hours till &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning. Good lord, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he'll be responsible for my dark rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up and went to Lydia's for tuition. It's my last session with her -smiles. And the next half of semester one is going to start this coming Monday. I did nothing at all for this short break &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-curses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyways, met up Selene. Was in town when she saw her ex beau. And I had a bad time on the phone with Mom. Left town like the moment we finished our dinner at Long John's. The day was completely ruined please? -rolls eye. I managed to deposit my tuition pay in the bank and I'll do that for my weekly allowances as well. That should prevent me from squandering my money away, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; fucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I hope the night won't be. My mp3 need new songs. I'm fuck sick of all the songs. Recommendations, anyone? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No mandarin pop please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Not Okay (I Promise!) My Chemical Romance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forget about the dirty looks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The photographs your boyfriend took.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You said you read me like a book, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the pages are all torn and frayed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not o-fucking-kay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Russell Peters made me laugh my arse off right in the middle of the wee wee hours. He's like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; funny please? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.badmash.org/videos/videos.php?v=brown_guy.wmv&amp;t=Russell%20Peters%20is%20Funny"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click Here Check Him Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indian people cannot live without a bargain,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese people cannot give you a bargain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't give you thirty dollar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow you come,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CLOSE DOWN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay you seem like nice guy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I give you best price ; $34.50!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BE A MAN, DO THE RIGHT THING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*HONGKONG HUMANS ACCENT*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112151783494102879?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112151783494102879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112151783494102879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112151783494102879' title='16th July 2005'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112140472556551765</id><published>2005-07-16T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T01:40:17.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 July 2005</title><content type='html'>I almost forgotten about &lt;strong&gt;CDS&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[cross disciplinary subjects]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; selection, not until &lt;em&gt;Wei Chang&lt;/em&gt; came asking me about my choices. Have to pick &lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt; out of the &lt;em&gt;idontknowhowmany&lt;/em&gt; choices but I'm able to take &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; cds only for the next semester. HAHA anyways, here's my choices (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st: Introduction to Language &amp; Culture (French)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd: Introduction to Psychology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd: Introduction to Language &amp;amp; Culture (Japanese)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th: Introduction to Sociology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th: 20th Century Fashion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;the fifth choice was crap but anyhows, I need to get to &lt;em&gt;Lydia's&lt;/em&gt; crib for tuition. I hope I'll get my pay mann (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The pay was &lt;strong&gt;SWEEEEEEEEEEET&lt;/strong&gt;! -smiles. &lt;strong&gt;Teddy&lt;/strong&gt;'s little brother's name is &lt;strong&gt;Hardy&lt;/strong&gt; and his sister is &lt;strong&gt;Candy&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA such cute names, yes? (: I'm thinking about Connie's birthday this &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. What should I do to celebrate for her? Please do give me suggestions, if any? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom bugged me to perm her hair. HAHA! sometimes it tickles to see her whine just to get us do something for her (: Bryan said to holler me but he didn't -tsk. HAHA but I'd rather he not, the day would probably be ruined due to his asswipe's nonsense. Benjamin and Connie shares the same Msn nick, what is up with those two humans? And I'm seriously at my wits' end, trying to think of what to do for Connie's birthday -frowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Helena My Chemical Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Like a blade you stain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So long &amp;amp; goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112140472556551765?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112140472556551765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112140472556551765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112140472556551765' title='15 July 2005'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112133644314280523</id><published>2005-07-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:26:50.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 July 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEW LAYOUT! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I found myself a reason to add alittle something here. Miss Audrey publicised my face on her blog, so I reckon I'll do that as well. HAHA -laughs. Look at the contrast,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; the bikini beach babe and the pale geek (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/freaking_moron/d4ce0a93.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Click Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MY audrey &amp; I (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not stepped out of my crib the entire day, the most valid reason is that I'm awfully broke. That explains my anticipation towards my tuition fees. I'm planning for Connie's seventeenth birthday this coming 23rd July. -wriggles. &lt;strong&gt;SENTOSA SENTOSA! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112133644314280523?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112133644314280523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112133644314280523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112133644314280523' title='14 July 2005'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112122870035809519</id><published>2005-07-13T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:54:12.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 July 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 17th Birthday, Fiona! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a really good laugh,&lt;br /&gt;but nothing seems to trigger that smile of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I can't go for class chalet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-fucktard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at Lydia's at three,&lt;br /&gt;that silly girl cried, wanting tuition at three :&lt;br /&gt;going back for two more sessions with her,&lt;br /&gt;friday &amp; saturday.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, my term break rocks more than anyone else's&lt;br /&gt;-rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Backstreet Boy's "Incomplete".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Empty spaces fill me up with holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Distant faces with no place left to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;within me ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can't find no rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where I'm going is anybody's guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I tried to go on like I never knew you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm awake but my world is half asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;But without you all I'm going to be is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe its time to be truthful to myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not pre-menstrual stressing at any moment of my life now,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but instead, I'm down with that broken heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait a minute, I'm not being sympathetic here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't be like those silly girls who harp on their broken heart issue daily. Just let me whine like a helpless bitch today and I'll period -nods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It isn't anyone's fault, never was &amp;amp; never will be. I don't want to be sad either, but it's really not within my control. However, I know that I'll be fine, real soon (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112122870035809519?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112122870035809519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112122870035809519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112122870035809519' title='13 July 2005'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112117377536593269</id><published>2005-07-12T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:02:53.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 July 2005</title><content type='html'>I didn't read the instructions on &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wholivesnearme.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I sent an sms &lt;strong&gt;TWICE&lt;/strong&gt; to get my account there verified. And after doing that, I found out that each sms costs &lt;strong&gt;2 bucks&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;thank you very much&lt;/em&gt;. And all thanks to &lt;em&gt;Mister Weichun&lt;/em&gt;, who added me in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wholivesnearme.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not in a very good mood today. And my mind's filled with &lt;strong&gt;"I WANT TO GET MY HAPPY ENDING SONG DONE!".&lt;/strong&gt; And I guess I'll attempt it again later (: There's a class chalet up tomorrow till friday. I'm sorry that I don't think I'll be going. I'm too broke to even go out. &lt;em&gt;-fucktard&lt;/em&gt;. And my ezlink has &lt;strong&gt;ZERO&lt;/strong&gt; cash -cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was in school for our project discussions. I was late but wells, had fun (: Bused down to Fareast with Audrey and Shawn. Walked around Fareast with Audrey for awhile before meeting Dahniela, Connie and Zhizhong in town. I've not seen Zhizhong ever since we left Yishun Town. &lt;strong&gt;He became alot more handsome!&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA but he's still our&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (: -laughs. Anyways, bought Fiona's birthday gifts. And bumped into Julianne at &lt;em&gt;Long John's&lt;/em&gt;. Jesus, &lt;strong&gt;I MISS THAT &lt;s&gt;ASSWIPE&lt;/s&gt; SWEETIE CUTIE PIE!&lt;/strong&gt; haha (: -give me those hugs again you burpy crap! Then trained back with Zhizhong while that two girlfriends of mine went loitering around town themselves. Today's town was quite redundant but have to get Fiona's birthday present, oh wells. I hope her birthday tomorrow will be well spent (: -smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112117377536593269?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112117377536593269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112117377536593269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112117377536593269' title='12 July 2005'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14124462.post-112107447818530465</id><published>2005-07-11T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:09:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 July 2005</title><content type='html'>For once, I didn't know how to start off for this entry. Woke up at around eleven this morning then cabbed down for a swim myself. It was rather peaceful cuz there's only two women and three men in the pool, excluding me. Then after 8 laps, a group of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;ORCHID PARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bengs and this bung came in -rolls eye. That bung wore their school shirt &amp; shorts and the bengs wore shorts, and they jumped into the pool with a huge splash. &lt;em&gt;Didn't they know that we need swimming costumes to swim?&lt;/em&gt; Apparently, they didn't. The lifeguard came and pulled the bung away. I heard non-stop of &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NA BEH, CHEEBYES, HUMJI, KANINA"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s. I reckon they're deprived of scolding vulgarities in school and thus, couldn't help it but to keep spouting words like those out of their filthy mouth. Seriously, they were &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; turnoffs. But the lifeguard was nice enough to provide that bung &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[she can top my list of &lt;strong&gt;ugly&lt;/strong&gt; bungs!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a swimming costume. Yet she didn't seem to appreciate it by tossing that swimming costume away while walking to the changing room. Humans in the pool obviously hate their presence just like I did by switching to another pool or swimming to another corner of the pool. &lt;em&gt;Didn't they know?&lt;/em&gt; Schools should inculcate the young with a sense of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;SHAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! If I'm able to, I'll probably throw dictionaries to each of them and ask them to look up for the word&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; "SHAME"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and learn the meaning of it by hard -rolls eye once more. I don't mind leading the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;massacre of bengs&amp;amp; lians, mats &amp; minas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like sending an email to the school to get that group of fucktards' arses burnt! HAHA -evil grins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Then met Selene at Coffeebean. Erica came awhile later. They were studying or&lt;em&gt; did they?&lt;/em&gt; HEEE yakking was the more important task then I guess. And I'm whining to Teddy now about how sucky singlehood is /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i contradict myself or am I living in denial again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really frustrated learning those tabs of the songs on my guitar. So I decided to start from the very very very &lt;strong&gt;BASIC&lt;/strong&gt;. Finished Chapter 1 Lesson 1-5 of &lt;strong&gt;THE BASICS&lt;/strong&gt;. I feel like a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; noob, alright &lt;strong&gt;I AM A NOOB&lt;/strong&gt;. Wonder how many eons years will I take to learn the damn guitar. Besides, I'm on holidays now that's why I've got the time to. When the school term start again, it's inevitable I'll just throw the guitar and, &lt;strong&gt;-relac one corner ah brother!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;*malay accent*&lt;/span&gt; HAHA! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a project meeting tomorrow -shrugs. may be meeting dahniela and connie in town to get fiona's birthday present. Those girls want to get the &lt;em&gt;Guess&lt;/em&gt; wallet, apparently they find it nice. I'll check it out soon cuz it's on sale now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i need someone to kiss and cuddle (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14124462-112107447818530465?l=vintage-untitled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112107447818530465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14124462/posts/default/112107447818530465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintage-untitled.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112107447818530465' title='11 July 2005'/><author><name>HUITING (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07172205655270668925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
