<?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-2157763308588261760</id><updated>2011-11-18T00:35:16.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>蜡笔小新！</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-6646126610063837300</id><published>2008-10-10T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:54:35.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont get it, why do people overreact when I whip out my SIA's Sarong Kebaya printed umbrella to shield myself against the scorching heat? What's wrong with trying to protect my skin from the strong UV rays? What are you so adverse to that idea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just because majority of the people here don't have the habit of using umbrella, doesn't mean that I have to follow the convention too right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Doesn't mean that it's "so auntie" to use it, or even degrading myself or more specifically my so called "image" as potrayed to the public. It's rlly bad, I do feel &lt;strong&gt;hurt&lt;/strong&gt; when my friends / classmates start to go like " eee I dont know you la". Of course, it was meant as a joke. But have you ever thought about how I would feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not easy to go against the convention current. Sometimes, I would even have to tell myself, dont bother what others think of me so much repeatedly to pluck up my courage again to be myself. I hope you can accept me as an individual, with an unique and eccentric character. It's rlly hard to be a true self sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I may not be close to you because of the limited chances for interaction, but do respect my dignity, for I always do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I find it hard to find friends that I can connect to in my school. (Dang Imiss Yuxi &amp;amp; Tuyan) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Asking them to hang out or to go out is as hard as getting the moon from the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Besides, once a clique is formed, they hardly ever socialise with people beyond that circle.. and I think it's quite sad. Life's boring in nanyang, life sucks. Seriously. No, don;t get me wrong, i'm not wallowing in self pity, I'm merely stating the truth. I cant remember being truly happy / went crazy / super high under lss's scrutiny, the last time I remembered having fun with my classmates was my 13 th bday celebration at Escape with my class. More than 20 classmates turned up that day, and we really had lots of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, maybe you'll say" but you dedicate all your time to your h alrdy, no time for us lorh...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Doesn't mean that I will be a lousy friend when i have a bf. These 2 are not entirely mutually exclusive all the time. I can be both a good friend and you know, a good wife material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to HCJC's open house today, and I think fencing as a CCA is cool. One more CCA to consider. Wushu guys are hot! like zomg they're so tonned and tall and muscular (have a sense of security) and they know martial arts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm vehemently sure, that I will take physics and economics in JC I think they're the coolest subjects whooo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to join volleyball cause I like it alot but.... the juniors are all so bimbotic. They're stick thin legs often make me wonder how much muscles are embedded inside, and how can they even take the blow of an incoming volleyball. They look so pale and fragile and thin that they'll just break into smithereens when a volleyball flies towards them. &amp;amp; pls lorh, I am NOT a bimbo okay, like seriously. If I dont have the brain, then tell me, how do I earn $400 in one week?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; plus I dont have the looks+figure to be one too. So pls erase this wrong assumption off your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry my life was pretty boring these few weeks, havent been going out much at all. That's why you can only see picture posts and few wordy posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. this is my last post here, switching over to bedtimewarriorz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-6646126610063837300?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6646126610063837300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=6646126610063837300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6646126610063837300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6646126610063837300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-get-it-why-do-people-overreact.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-3109907601998377757</id><published>2008-10-08T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:32:08.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read Grace's most recent post and I have this strong feel of sentimental towards it.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I cant express how insanely much I would agree with Grace. You killed my passion for bio too. Yes, bio was the most appealing and my favourite subject when I was in lower sec, great deal of acknowledgement to fbsjfh. At that point of time, fbsjfh was considered as a new teacher in nanyang, and yet, fbsjfh teaches with such passion during bio lessons, it's contagious and I am influenced by her overwhelming passion too. Because so, I worked super duper hard for bio that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I dont rlly believe in supernatural faith and that kind of thing. Maybe you can call me an antithesist, but this time round I'm vehement about karma. If not, tell me why would I end up in this fucking screwed up class? out of 440 students, I am the fucking unlucky 36 that ended up with her. It's alright if your lesson was just stern and boring to an extent, it's also alright if you kill me with biology quizzes with essay questions like " How does a molecule of CO2 get utilised in the leave " or smth like that. Hello, dont you know that quizzes make up a big proportion of our marks? Other classes have never heard of having eassy questions in quizzes. Fuck you. At first I was naive enough to think that you're trying to train us for exams, but you knw what, you failed terribly at that. Not only did I lose passion and interest in bio, I Hate you with a capital H, to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class is screwed up because of you. Every single PCCG / Class contact time you must assert your assertions on these issues that we are discussing. And know what, you think youre right all the times and refuse to even take a stand on our side. If that is the case, why do you even open the discussion for the calss, and made Jomain / liwen to write down the minutes for meeting? you just siply need to write down your own PERSONAL thoughts in response to those questions. Why even bother to ask us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Grace wholeheartedly, that I would NEVER appreciate whatever you had done for me, because there is really nothing to appreciate.. The only thing you did, was to leave behind the feeling of hatred and unjustified. However hard I work for tests or exams, I will get marked down to B4, B3. Last year, one of the common tests, they asked for functions of liver, and I wrote liver produces bile, and converts excess glucose to glycogen for storage, and later convert glycogen back into glucose for cellular respirations when the body needs it. And know what, you used your gigantic handwriting and wrote NAQ (Not Answering Question) across my answer. Mind you, it's the essay question, and because of you, 7marks are lost for no realm of reasons. Fuck you. Am i NOT answering to the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suck, seriously. Tell me, what is the point of issuing students with demerit points? It is to punish those students with repetitive offences and refuse to rectify the mistakes even after counselling right? But you just issue it to us like free. Grace kenna, I kenna. I feel so unjustified, getting demerit points for telling the fucking truth to you. Walao I think I must have been so foolish back then, for choosing not to lie to you. Tell me, did I do it repetitvely? DID I?&lt;br /&gt;look at 410. They have only 10 ppl present on monday if im not wrong, and tell me, are all those absentees truly sick and recuperating at home? They're not, of course. If you are their form teacher, you will issue demerit points for truancy to each and every one of the absentees, happily, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, really. To me, 12 demerit points doesnt make any difference to me, since whatever I do, whether major or minor, you just cant wait to grasp any chance to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And youre totally successful in killing our itnerest in bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Im still quite unsure of JC subj combi, there's defintiely one thing for sure, im not taking bio in JC. Dont wish to risk any chance of being taught by you again, 2 fucking long years are more than enough to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-3109907601998377757?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3109907601998377757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=3109907601998377757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/3109907601998377757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/3109907601998377757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/read-graces-most-recent-post-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-3555096653795875290</id><published>2008-10-07T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:25:55.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would you love a girl like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone who is possessive and just cant wait to write "yanghan's property" on your slippers / school compo foolscaps / on your arms, and refuse to let you erase them away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone who is so dependent on you that when I cant get through your phone for half an hour I would break down and cry like a big crybaby and thought youre leaving me for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone who is so stubborn that I sometimes just refuse to agree with you even though you make more sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone who has moodswings every month and will scold and vent out my anger on you for unfathomable reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone who woud whine non stop on the phone / smes about my excruciating period cramps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone who is just so demanding for your love, wanting to keep all of you for me, and yet yearning for more freedom when you do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone who is so playful and underaged in my actions that sometimes I asked you "to kiss me one time every five steps you walk" or "walk 3 steps forward and 2 steps back, I dont wna leave so soon".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Answer: No. That probably explains why I do not like to have MANY MANY acquiantances, prefer to have less friends, but true and good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now, all these just cant sumarise how bad I am... Rlly bad towards H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sigh he's one of those endangered male species on earth who are loyal and loving towards his loved ones. Who am I to deserve such an angel? Who am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese paper was quite alright I guess. Need to improve on my time management though.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry next, and Im feeling quite relax as I just have to get 65 marks to achieve an overall A1, thanks to my brilliant chem marks in previous terms. As we checked our CA2 and SIA marks last friday, im rlly surprised that in both categories, my physics is the highest =.=&lt;br /&gt;That was supposed to be one of my weakest subjects and yet I got the highest relatively to the others. 91 % for SIA and 89% for CA2. My assignments marks are of a great help!&lt;br /&gt;Lowest was chinese -.- 55% for CA2. shucks if mum knows she'll kill me. (WO SHI NI MAMA, YE SHI HUA WEN LAOSHI, NI KAO DAO ZHE YANG BU XIANG &lt;a href="mailto:HUA*&amp;amp;@&amp;amp;$@$"&gt;HUA*&amp;amp;@&amp;amp;$@$&lt;/a&gt;*@&amp;amp;*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to memorise chem before I go nap.&lt;br /&gt;And I need to shorten the list of things Im buying from taobao, it;s getting rlly longer and longer to 34 pages long font size 11.&lt;br /&gt;Taobao has quirky and cute accessories (Cello necklace, pony studs, bow studs) ! haha will try to do a spree on them too &amp;amp; earn my target amt by this year.&lt;br /&gt;I rlly want to like have a chalet in sentosa with H (I heard it's very good, better than mainland singapore's) using the money I earned but H is still an enlistment and he doesnt have school holidays anymore, unlike me. And he has to apply for leave if we were to have chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Argh wtf.&lt;br /&gt;So troublesome when your guy is in army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I got szemin a phone and I feel better, and can wait to next thurs for our Sakae sushi buffet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-3555096653795875290?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3555096653795875290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=3555096653795875290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/3555096653795875290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/3555096653795875290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/10/would-you-love-girl-like-me-someone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-2448664277813801336</id><published>2008-09-30T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T03:14:30.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLKcPK13hI/AAAAAAAABcc/2pA2NkLdRq8/s1600-h/P1050167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251982701924572690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLKcPK13hI/AAAAAAAABcc/2pA2NkLdRq8/s320/P1050167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLKcZt7oCI/AAAAAAAABck/Bld5sf-bDbg/s1600-h/P1050181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251982704756105250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLKcZt7oCI/AAAAAAAABck/Bld5sf-bDbg/s320/P1050181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLJ4J6wfHI/AAAAAAAABb0/YHZNvh-8XZc/s1600-h/P1050090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251982082039643250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLJ4J6wfHI/AAAAAAAABb0/YHZNvh-8XZc/s320/P1050090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLJ4eLtA6I/AAAAAAAABb8/kItWLrdn2v8/s1600-h/P1050098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251982087479428002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLJ4eLtA6I/AAAAAAAABb8/kItWLrdn2v8/s320/P1050098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLJ4fSFKpI/AAAAAAAABcE/k-JNyskaAfY/s1600-h/P1050127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251982087774612114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLJ4fSFKpI/AAAAAAAABcE/k-JNyskaAfY/s320/P1050127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLJ4SSXj5I/AAAAAAAABcM/dP3FWZpTD84/s1600-h/P1050115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251982084286156690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLJ4SSXj5I/AAAAAAAABcM/dP3FWZpTD84/s320/P1050115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLJ4smiQiI/AAAAAAAABcU/kS6wWFqHxFk/s1600-h/P1050143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251982091350065698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLJ4smiQiI/AAAAAAAABcU/kS6wWFqHxFk/s320/P1050143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 1 marks several meaning events.&lt;br /&gt;1. China's National day if you dont know&lt;br /&gt;2. Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;3. Children's Day, my day&lt;br /&gt;4. Most imptly, it's YUXI'S BIRTHDAY ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sweet Seventeen my sweetheart :)&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of her last night, and because of that, I get a night's of undisturbed sleep till this morning. The dream was about us being in the same classroom again, in a shanghai school or smth. It was so vivid that I thought it was for real that we're in the same class again..&lt;br /&gt;She told me she dreamt of us too, hugging together in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;haha it's been 4 years and we remained emotionally close, even though we hardly ever chatted.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on heaven's dirty tricks that send tuyan to Australia and Yuxi one mark away from Nanyang. Tuyan got into nanyang but she chose to study abroad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever reunite again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I went to Grace's blog and found this !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick your birth month→&lt;br /&gt;Strike out anything that doesn’t apply to you→&lt;br /&gt;Bold the five-ten that best apply to you→&lt;br /&gt;Copy to your blog→&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 people from your friends list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Portia Liang&lt;br /&gt;2. SZEMIN!&lt;br /&gt;3. Xinyu?&lt;br /&gt;4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. anyone who wants to do this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention(HAHA I love attention!). Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally(Ego ahaha). Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic. Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE: Thinks far with vision. &lt;strong&gt;Easily influenced by kindness&lt;/strong&gt;. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. &lt;strong&gt;Sensitive.&lt;/strong&gt; Active mind. &lt;s&gt;Hesitating, tends to delay.&lt;/s&gt; Choosy and always wants the best. &lt;strong&gt;Temperamental.&lt;/strong&gt; Funny and humorous. &lt;strong&gt;Loves to joke.&lt;/strong&gt; Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly.&lt;s&gt; Knows how to make friends. Able to show character.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. (Damn true la, Im rlly super afraid of cold environment and stuff) Loves to dress up.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;s&gt;Easily bored.&lt;/s&gt; Fussy. &lt;s&gt;Seldom shows emotions. &lt;/s&gt;Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. &lt;strong&gt;Stubborn. (ask h this and he'll nod his head vigorously in response)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood.Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So H and I went to Vivo for a picnic at the rofftop. Actually wasnt supposed to be a picnic, it just happened that carl's jr was flooding with people and we couldnt find a seat.&lt;br /&gt;We tried taking photos together, you know those mushy kind. Cause I realised we dont have much of that kind of photos even though we've been tgt for so long alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;And Im not giving up, Im going to bring my camera around everytime we go out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Take millions of photos tgt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-2448664277813801336?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2448664277813801336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=2448664277813801336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2448664277813801336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2448664277813801336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/oct-1-marks-several-meaning-events.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SOLKcPK13hI/AAAAAAAABcc/2pA2NkLdRq8/s72-c/P1050167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-1517127293671239526</id><published>2008-09-26T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T03:50:14.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SN3EIxBhzCI/AAAAAAAABXI/XpwTs3ROSYU/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250568395461610530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SN3EIxBhzCI/AAAAAAAABXI/XpwTs3ROSYU/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi the small , young, cute , and pretty yanghan.&lt;br /&gt;Let me advocate this : I USED TO BE VERY FAIR AND PRETTY ONE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime momma saw the first photo, she'll recall that day when she bought the cake for me in the bakery, and I began to eat it even before she paid the moeny to the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, no wonder I grew up to be so gluttonous and practically like eating everyth, well maybe except pork, chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SN3EI-2OKjI/AAAAAAAABXQ/GGw9ScJiRoc/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250568399172282930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SN3EI-2OKjI/AAAAAAAABXQ/GGw9ScJiRoc/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look like a transexual here, yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma brought me to some studio for shots and they....dressed me up in wedding costumes, chinese traditional costumes and even in such a masculine outfit and made me pose like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SN3EI66jaxI/AAAAAAAABXY/rx3zgNfKC3o/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250568398116711186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SN3EI66jaxI/AAAAAAAABXY/rx3zgNfKC3o/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, as I grew older... I became tanner and tanner AND TANNER (AND FATTER).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the twin pink dolls behind me ? One of them has this paper cap on its head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it myself for them hehhehhhe. This is how I spent my childhood. Cutting and tracing clothes and hats for the dolls on rough papers. I think I looked so cute in bangs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SN3GkoPfReI/AAAAAAAABXg/6l7obj6X5JQ/s1600-h/Fatal+attraction007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250571073163838946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SN3GkoPfReI/AAAAAAAABXg/6l7obj6X5JQ/s320/Fatal+attraction007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SN3Gksct6FI/AAAAAAAABXo/Qc6Yy0XE3Fk/s1600-h/P1030424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250571074293065810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SN3Gksct6FI/AAAAAAAABXo/Qc6Yy0XE3Fk/s320/P1030424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahyeah, Coreen is very pretty / angmoh-ish/ hot/slim / nice / long lashes big eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew up, I may change in appearances and character wise, but I realise one thing will remain true - that is, I love being myself!&lt;br /&gt;I feel fortunate to have friends who rlly dote on me, alot.&lt;br /&gt;And heaven sent me an angel who is just perfect as he is, providing me with a pillar of support and shield me with his shiny silver armour and pick me up from my fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway ytd with bitch and her bitch was love.&lt;br /&gt;Our hellos and goodbyes encompasses hugs and pecks on the cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we both have oil-less smooth cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, some of my taobao items will be arriving later (whoo!)&lt;br /&gt;And I cant wait to get my hands on my Keds and Topshop pumps! and the heap of beaded bracelets and 3 picnic baskets.&lt;br /&gt;As I've promised myself a entire 1 month worth of overseas shopping, I think it's time to buy gifts for those who dote / doted on me :D&lt;br /&gt;I found Billabong / Roxy / Ripcurl / Volcrom / Wetseal / Alloy/ Leather jacket / Tutu Skirts / bows / bow necklaces on taobao ! and my list of websites that im going to buy is getting longer and longer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;Okay what a disappointment the Keds are too huge for my feet!&lt;br /&gt;And I got more bracelets than I wanted like omgish I love my uncle to bitsssssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT/]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-1517127293671239526?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1517127293671239526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=1517127293671239526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1517127293671239526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1517127293671239526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-small-young-cute-and-pretty-yanghan.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SN3EIxBhzCI/AAAAAAAABXI/XpwTs3ROSYU/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-5505217586819402043</id><published>2008-09-21T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:09:38.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNZT696dGrI/AAAAAAAABWw/0l9vWazwm7g/s1600-h/P1040871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248474688264149682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNZT696dGrI/AAAAAAAABWw/0l9vWazwm7g/s320/P1040871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, eoys in 3 days' time.&lt;br /&gt;Spells Doom and Death.&lt;br /&gt;You guys can start saving up for a coffin for me. Pls be thoughtful and add pooh stickers on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit. I have been slacking way too much, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Study / revision was minimal.&lt;br /&gt;Probably will end up with madeline they all next year, studying the same old sec 4 syllabus again.&lt;br /&gt;The big fat msg of 4.2 in term 3 did not ring an emergency bell in my brain at all.&lt;br /&gt;Others are aiming for msg 1.0 and I hope for 4.0&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe 2.0 ( I think my chinese and physics cmi for A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will award myself after O level higher chinese with 1 month of shopping overseas + try to earn my first $xxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the hits for my blogshop is pretty awesome, probably 2xxx uniques per month.&lt;br /&gt;or 2xx for today :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-5505217586819402043?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5505217586819402043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=5505217586819402043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5505217586819402043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5505217586819402043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-eoys-in-3-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNZT696dGrI/AAAAAAAABWw/0l9vWazwm7g/s72-c/P1040871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-6379618654953217676</id><published>2008-09-19T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:41:08.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNRh6WhlXSI/AAAAAAAABWA/LdF-BUlHIRA/s1600-h/booties2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247927120900218146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNRh6WhlXSI/AAAAAAAABWA/LdF-BUlHIRA/s320/booties2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNRh6TtUJcI/AAAAAAAABWI/sHcKUtmPvOI/s1600-h/KEDSCHAMPION.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247927120144115138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNRh6TtUJcI/AAAAAAAABWI/sHcKUtmPvOI/s320/KEDSCHAMPION.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNRh6kqR58I/AAAAAAAABWQ/wqZHhvxwDPo/s1600-h/oxford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247927124694788034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNRh6kqR58I/AAAAAAAABWQ/wqZHhvxwDPo/s320/oxford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNRh6g8pMPI/AAAAAAAABWY/VrM1dZll924/s1600-h/sandalss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247927123698069746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNRh6g8pMPI/AAAAAAAABWY/VrM1dZll924/s320/sandalss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNRh66Ma9sI/AAAAAAAABWg/pR23tjtBvcg/s1600-h/shoessees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247927130475132610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNRh66Ma9sI/AAAAAAAABWg/pR23tjtBvcg/s320/shoessees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am obsessed with heels now, seriously, or shoes, rather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taobao is such a darling, I can find Keds, Picnic baskets under $5, Adidas sports shoes, bracelets, skirts, bows, pumps and everyth there. Just got to type the chinese name of the thing you wna find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant wait to get my hands on my new shoes. There are probably at least 20 pairs? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ABSOLUTELY ADORE TAOBAO !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As theres increment of US currency to $1.48 = USD1 is this like unprecedented? Cause the most it'll go is $1.45 only right? Damnit. I used to buy US stuff when it's $1.39 and now it's $1.48. wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So conclusion: Too ex to shop in USA, shop in Cheena for cheaper + authentic USA GOODS! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw. I found DELIAS / TOPSHOP / FOREVER 21 / A &amp;amp; F goodies on taobao too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's rlly like shopping in USA, but way cheaper + still can nego somemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-6379618654953217676?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6379618654953217676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=6379618654953217676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6379618654953217676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6379618654953217676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-obsessed-with-heels-now-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SNRh6WhlXSI/AAAAAAAABWA/LdF-BUlHIRA/s72-c/booties2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-4214292108919320127</id><published>2008-09-13T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T17:59:43.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvSkcZ4BrI/AAAAAAAABSo/CX1PUK7fU4s/s1600-h/P1040760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245517714544920242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvSkcZ4BrI/AAAAAAAABSo/CX1PUK7fU4s/s320/P1040760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvSkywz8QI/AAAAAAAABSw/LV8qsRZCmsk/s1600-h/P1040766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245517720546701570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvSkywz8QI/AAAAAAAABSw/LV8qsRZCmsk/s320/P1040766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, baby's bday was considered as a success attempt to make it special,&lt;br /&gt;after all the whinings and tears (for not being able to .....)&lt;br /&gt;He's officially 3 yrs older than me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvSk1W34iI/AAAAAAAABS4/xOzCoguG4mU/s1600-h/P1040778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245517721243214370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvSk1W34iI/AAAAAAAABS4/xOzCoguG4mU/s320/P1040778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvSlcqLkaI/AAAAAAAABTA/KdGyMmGLX3Q/s1600-h/P1040795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245517731793179042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvSlcqLkaI/AAAAAAAABTA/KdGyMmGLX3Q/s320/P1040795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvSlVX7FxI/AAAAAAAABTI/lsKwOFPhNA4/s1600-h/P1040806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245517729837553426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvSlVX7FxI/AAAAAAAABTI/lsKwOFPhNA4/s320/P1040806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTLaVEBzI/AAAAAAAABTQ/sCIYWI92x0g/s1600-h/P1040813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245518384002762546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTLaVEBzI/AAAAAAAABTQ/sCIYWI92x0g/s320/P1040813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smtimes I wish to be a lil bro too, who could just lie on sis's chest w/o feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay just kidding. Anyw does my bro looks like me? His eyes are way bigger though.&lt;br /&gt;That's unfair. And hes very fair despite all the tanning under the scotching Sun when he goes swimming every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTLim80aI/AAAAAAAABTY/N4qZWIbBUjQ/s1600-h/P1040818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245518386225271202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTLim80aI/AAAAAAAABTY/N4qZWIbBUjQ/s320/P1040818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTLn84DpI/AAAAAAAABTg/fMdLb3GTJGU/s1600-h/P1040823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245518387659411090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTLn84DpI/AAAAAAAABTg/fMdLb3GTJGU/s320/P1040823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTLreTICI/AAAAAAAABTo/02DI5uJ3CMA/s1600-h/P1040835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245518388604903458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTLreTICI/AAAAAAAABTo/02DI5uJ3CMA/s320/P1040835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTL55L-AI/AAAAAAAABTw/1MLhp4X9AkU/s1600-h/P1040836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245518392475777026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTL55L-AI/AAAAAAAABTw/1MLhp4X9AkU/s320/P1040836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTeW7BN_I/AAAAAAAABT4/TcsvMEhpob0/s1600-h/P1040837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245518709505734642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTeW7BN_I/AAAAAAAABT4/TcsvMEhpob0/s320/P1040837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro is 100% photogenic. He's sweating from taking all those pictures for me.&lt;br /&gt;Good job bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTesCo0qI/AAAAAAAABUA/wJ07HM0UIic/s1600-h/P1040838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245518715174834850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTesCo0qI/AAAAAAAABUA/wJ07HM0UIic/s320/P1040838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTeyG2dLI/AAAAAAAABUI/y1nzdDfkVLo/s1600-h/P1040843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245518716803118258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvTeyG2dLI/AAAAAAAABUI/y1nzdDfkVLo/s320/P1040843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-4214292108919320127?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4214292108919320127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=4214292108919320127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4214292108919320127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4214292108919320127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-babys-bday-was-considered-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMvSkcZ4BrI/AAAAAAAABSo/CX1PUK7fU4s/s72-c/P1040760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-4593540901415891075</id><published>2008-09-10T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:27:45.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THISIISTHESECONDTIMESOFARIFUCKINGSWEARIWILLNOTFORGIVEYOU.&lt;br /&gt;ANDTHEFUCKINGTRUTHISYOUREMYDAD.&lt;br /&gt;SINCEYOUDAREDTODOTHISTOMYGRANDPAWHYWONTIDOITOYOU&lt;br /&gt;IFYOURENOTMYDADIWOULDHAVECALLEDTHEPOLICE&amp;amp;CHASEDYOUOUT&amp;amp;APPLYFORPROTECTIONORDER.&lt;br /&gt;IWILLDOITIFTHESAMETHINGFUCKINGLYHAPPENNEXTTIME.&lt;br /&gt;IHATEYOU, DAD.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;YOUWONTKNOWHOWMUCHIWISHYOUCANJUSTDISAPPEARFROMTHISWORLD.&lt;br /&gt;SOWECANFINALLYHAVEPEACEINTHEFAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's still partially (a small teenyweeny bit) ahgong's fault.&lt;br /&gt;like why bring him down when you and ahmah can go down yourselves?&lt;br /&gt;and ahmah is so irritating why cant she stop muttering things like 死了最好/为什么不早点死&lt;br /&gt;HELLO YOURE ONLY 60++ AND QUITE HEALTHY, WHY THINK OF DEATH?&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE AHGONG &amp;amp; 4GRANDCHILDREN WE DIDNT ABANDON YOU IN SOME NURSING HOME WHY ARE YOU SO DESPERATE FOR DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad for my bro.&lt;br /&gt;Subtly, he becomes the scapegoat every single time. I feel really sorry for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-4593540901415891075?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4593540901415891075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=4593540901415891075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4593540901415891075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4593540901415891075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/thisiisthesecondtimesofarifuckingsweari.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-7471936822216249263</id><published>2008-09-07T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:11:07.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I happy because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A girl is willing to pay $50 for my skirt + bow.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have ordered the cake&lt;br /&gt;3. I have $ to buy that bag.&lt;br /&gt;4. H wrote in the parent/guardian form for me :B&lt;br /&gt;5. I got a kimono dress for $16? plus a free geek specs with lens.&lt;br /&gt;6. I sold 2 tops today/&lt;br /&gt;7. I found the shop that sells elastic threads for making bracelets (Have been looking for it for quite a long while, it's those translucent white elastic kind, not the transparent kind)&lt;br /&gt;8. Bought a roll of red ribbon , more ribbons yeyz.&lt;br /&gt;9. Spent th day entirely w H.&lt;br /&gt;10. I love my ASOS canvas shoes (H thinks it's just a pair of cheap Bata white sch shoes, I paid $45 for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ACCORDING TO MIND QUIZ ON H'S PSP, MY BRAIN AGE IS 51 !!!! Wtf. Okay that was the first try, my second try upgrade it to 49. (2 yr's of improvement)&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Need more practice ya.&lt;br /&gt;And H's brain age is like 28? &amp;amp; He claims that I am the paedophile now.&lt;br /&gt;2. Holidays have come to an end, and eoy is next next wed.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spells D-O-O-M&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-7471936822216249263?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7471936822216249263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=7471936822216249263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/7471936822216249263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/7471936822216249263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-happy-because-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-6301263964385649194</id><published>2008-09-05T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:21:29.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMDq_iq-seI/AAAAAAAABPQ/XmBxSqQE8Gk/s1600-h/P1040720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242448343618990562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMDq_iq-seI/AAAAAAAABPQ/XmBxSqQE8Gk/s320/P1040720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMDq_6gXoLI/AAAAAAAABPY/KC1XfZRFGNQ/s1600-h/P1040730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242448350016938162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMDq_6gXoLI/AAAAAAAABPY/KC1XfZRFGNQ/s320/P1040730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMDrAKkjh7I/AAAAAAAABPg/jxZytaou3gs/s1600-h/P1040735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242448354329462706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMDrAKkjh7I/AAAAAAAABPg/jxZytaou3gs/s320/P1040735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Im elated this week cause I finally get to go out with Yushi ! haha, it's been more than 1 yr since we last went out. And we took neoprints too ! I ended up putting lollipops / ribbons on my arms cause my arms so fat )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, didnt rlly go out this week. Except online shopping. I found bracelets / picnic baskets online whoo ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the pile of past yr papers (yucks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-6301263964385649194?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6301263964385649194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=6301263964385649194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6301263964385649194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6301263964385649194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-elated-this-week-cause-i-finally-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SMDq_iq-seI/AAAAAAAABPQ/XmBxSqQE8Gk/s72-c/P1040720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-1181415070483204413</id><published>2008-08-27T06:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:07:14.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im rushing to complete my math portfolio now, and I kinda realised that I didnt really meet the goals / targets that I set for myself at the start of the year. It's embarrassing to say, like, however most of my objectives are not met, in the conclusion part. Sigh/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let you ppl have a glimpse of what I wrote for my foreword. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foreword&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Often during mathematics lessons, I will ponder over this question, why am I studying and memorizing formulas after formulas, equations after equations they make every single mathematic problem seems much more complicated! In this portfolio, I hope to cultivate a greater interest in mathematics, and to improve my standard of mathematics along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   However, firstly what exactly is mathematics? I would agree wholeheartedly with the renowned and prestigious scientist, Albert Einstein. He said that pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas. Therefore, it’s no wonder mathematics tie in very comfortably with the way things work, as it is truly logically-based. Hence, my objective for this portfolio would also be to inquire and investigate how some of the mathematic topics can be related to our daily lives and some of its applications as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Besides making a point to probe into the mathematic-related applications in real-life, I would also like to analyze the incorrect answers on my worksheets so as to find out my weaknesses. In order to improve on my mathematics, I must first identify where my imperfections lie. After rectifying my mistake, I will also do a follow-up plan or recommendations for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I fervently hope for at least 8 out of 10 marks for every quiz. Of course I must prepare well beforehand for it so as to ensure that I meet my required target. As for common tests and major exams, I hope for an A1 at least. All these come with perseverance and strong determination, and last but not least, abundant practices of mathematical problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  To me, mathematics is an epitome of absolute. In language, we can say there is no such thing as right or wrong answer. However in mathematic questions, the answer to solve them must be very definite and exact. In other words, the only way to improve is to practice more. As the old saying goes, “practice makes perfect”, by practicing more mathematical problems I can not only be exposed to more genres of problems, but also to sharpen my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lastly, I hope bear in mind the target that I set for this year, and strive hard to achieve a significant improvement of my grades from last year’s. By means of consulting teachers, parents or taking personal initiative by doing more practice questions, I hope to clarify every doubts that I have regarding the mathematic topics taught, and not procrastinating over them till examinations start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TWILIGHT MOVIE IS COMING OUT ON  12.12.2008 !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im rlly excited about it !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Besides, our 3rd anniversary is 7 days later than the launch of the movie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, Robert Pattison is NOWHERE near the hotness of Edward pls !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His voice is so, ah-pekish, so low. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby's bday in 16 days' time and I STILL have NO idea how to celebrate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At least, I know what cake t get for him (Not ice cream cakes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;teeheehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-1181415070483204413?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1181415070483204413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=1181415070483204413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1181415070483204413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1181415070483204413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-rushing-to-complete-my-math.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-2087150986697771138</id><published>2008-08-25T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T04:59:09.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGE HEAVY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;IMAGE HEAVY .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLPvqP_R7zI/AAAAAAAABNk/kZPB0yrJJ_c/s1600-h/P1040609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238794300687511346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLPvqP_R7zI/AAAAAAAABNk/kZPB0yrJJ_c/s320/P1040609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKgrYQ53FI/AAAAAAAABM8/r_PFYYbeofE/s1600-h/P1040597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238425983693478994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKgrYQ53FI/AAAAAAAABM8/r_PFYYbeofE/s320/P1040597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKgrqNU9QI/AAAAAAAABNE/pdGKSAEz9qk/s1600-h/P1040599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238425988510315778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKgrqNU9QI/AAAAAAAABNE/pdGKSAEz9qk/s320/P1040599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I was sitting in an indecent manner so I quickly changed to this very demure pose that suits my image, totally. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKgrzuxRWI/AAAAAAAABNM/HsestBrkkKk/s1600-h/P1040601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238425991066502498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKgrzuxRWI/AAAAAAAABNM/HsestBrkkKk/s320/P1040601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiling the "yanghan" smile !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKgsKKdDlI/AAAAAAAABNU/Dzpxq9ZtFPM/s1600-h/P1040603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238425997088198226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKgsKKdDlI/AAAAAAAABNU/Dzpxq9ZtFPM/s320/P1040603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im mad, lost my mind, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to bite it off too. ( Got too affected by twilight, I supposed )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKgsZYmQ5I/AAAAAAAABNc/lZKLQJ-CRT4/s1600-h/P1040607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238426001174053778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKgsZYmQ5I/AAAAAAAABNc/lZKLQJ-CRT4/s320/P1040607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKfgfZMkrI/AAAAAAAABMU/xuYDWCj6vBE/s1600-h/P1040583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238424697117119154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKfgfZMkrI/AAAAAAAABMU/xuYDWCj6vBE/s320/P1040583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKfgbO3xxI/AAAAAAAABMc/Ig-jLy3yy_0/s1600-h/P1040589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238424696000071442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKfgbO3xxI/AAAAAAAABMc/Ig-jLy3yy_0/s320/P1040589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKfgmc8F5I/AAAAAAAABMk/KdyskBrXMm0/s1600-h/P1040590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238424699011864466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKfgmc8F5I/AAAAAAAABMk/KdyskBrXMm0/s320/P1040590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKfg0J1azI/AAAAAAAABMs/3RUopZ7TRtU/s1600-h/P1040592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238424702689831730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKfg0J1azI/AAAAAAAABMs/3RUopZ7TRtU/s320/P1040592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKfhLkYaWI/AAAAAAAABM0/DwH7hWsYqz0/s1600-h/P1040594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238424708975192418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKfhLkYaWI/AAAAAAAABM0/DwH7hWsYqz0/s320/P1040594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite self-explainatory. She got hit by sudden waves of autism.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA kind of artistic though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKejFUZwwI/AAAAAAAABLs/7tsJCfGauf8/s1600-h/P1040569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238423642145669890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKejFUZwwI/AAAAAAAABLs/7tsJCfGauf8/s320/P1040569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam whoring in the stinky toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKejWMOPdI/AAAAAAAABL0/v8evzGHrrmA/s1600-h/P1040575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238423646674763218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKejWMOPdI/AAAAAAAABL0/v8evzGHrrmA/s320/P1040575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKej5fVzZI/AAAAAAAABL8/kFR2vrwBZ8Y/s1600-h/P1040576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238423656150191506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKej5fVzZI/AAAAAAAABL8/kFR2vrwBZ8Y/s320/P1040576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The running away dude was awesomely cute in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKej8VR-nI/AAAAAAAABME/vAKVF_NmRyE/s1600-h/P1040580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238423656913304178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKej8VR-nI/AAAAAAAABME/vAKVF_NmRyE/s320/P1040580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus on the pink PORTTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKekBUbnjI/AAAAAAAABMM/No1T-JL21rg/s1600-h/P1040581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238423658251918898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKekBUbnjI/AAAAAAAABMM/No1T-JL21rg/s320/P1040581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first picture when port-tieh finally agreed to take a group pic with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKd4njtkhI/AAAAAAAABLE/ipiupXBZhW4/s1600-h/P1040559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238422912602313234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKd4njtkhI/AAAAAAAABLE/ipiupXBZhW4/s320/P1040559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKd410JOyI/AAAAAAAABLM/o4Ym8Y4urWQ/s1600-h/P1040560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238422916429331234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKd410JOyI/AAAAAAAABLM/o4Ym8Y4urWQ/s320/P1040560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, you got to know where your weaknesses lie, and mine lies with my round jaw.&lt;br /&gt;I actually asked Alina to lean slightly forward so our faces will look relatively the same size on the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKd49FGOvI/AAAAAAAABLU/-WLROROFzV0/s1600-h/P1040563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238422918379485938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKd49FGOvI/AAAAAAAABLU/-WLROROFzV0/s320/P1040563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a rlly chubby grin, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKd5ElQxQI/AAAAAAAABLc/oq6ztFs6Hpk/s1600-h/P1040564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238422920393442562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKd5ElQxQI/AAAAAAAABLc/oq6ztFs6Hpk/s320/P1040564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt knw my juniors are mostly camera shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKd5S5rw9I/AAAAAAAABLk/Ce6M-Lgprx4/s1600-h/P1040565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238422924237194194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLKd5S5rw9I/AAAAAAAABLk/Ce6M-Lgprx4/s320/P1040565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is camera shy, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-2087150986697771138?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2087150986697771138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=2087150986697771138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2087150986697771138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2087150986697771138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/image-heavy.html' title='IMAGE HEAVY'/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SLPvqP_R7zI/AAAAAAAABNk/kZPB0yrJJ_c/s72-c/P1040609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-6166268617835363272</id><published>2008-08-24T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:10:07.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always think that following the convention blindly is just stupid, in layman's term.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's been telling me how good Twilight is, and I refuse to even read it. I thought the idea of a Vampire-human relationship is just as absurb as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I gave in to my curiosity on friday and bought Twilight. And got hooked on it immediately. Man, I refused to do any homework without finishing the book first. Even though I have like, 1 chinese compo (yucks), 4 chinese compres + 1 summary, 2 chemistry reversible reaction worksheets, on top fo my personal revision. Oh well. It doesn't really help when I went out on friday night, saturday night and sunday afternoon. Friday was just to go compass point to have dinner with baby, saturday was to watch fireworks (waited 1hour plus just to watch 8mins of mesmerizing fireworks blazing alive in the night sky) and sunday was to go out with Port-tieh the honey / sweetie / cutie pie + Alina + Pearlo to Ikea for some sweden high tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, PORTIA, Im still traumatised over the part that you violated my woman rights !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pls, dont get aroused simply because I wear sleeveless and you can see straps. Those are not even my bra straps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall upload the pics once I got home today so you guys can get them off here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw I rlly admire Edward. He must have really love Bella so much to the extent that he can suppress his intrinistic instinct of preying on her? It makes me wonder, does true love always come with imperfections? H and I have our imperfections too. I think if not for his ever patience with me, I would have driven him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. And Edward left her in New Moon. I hope he'll return before Jacob could charmed Bella successfully. (I think I can finish it by tmrw)  Thanks to Alina who lend me the book. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-6166268617835363272?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6166268617835363272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=6166268617835363272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6166268617835363272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6166268617835363272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-always-think-that-following.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-1253050957004524606</id><published>2008-08-12T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:01:02.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid Elaine HO(LE).&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for like making you feel yuan wang (sp?) because of the previous post haha I also dono what was I thinking =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw I love the flats :D tankooooo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See la wei le ni I deleted the post alrdy lorh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-1253050957004524606?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1253050957004524606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=1253050957004524606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1253050957004524606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1253050957004524606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-elaine-hole.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-4959847921032191703</id><published>2008-08-03T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:30.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SJWtrXCxncI/AAAAAAAABEU/5u6va0_mUQA/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230277502692335042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SJWtrXCxncI/AAAAAAAABEU/5u6va0_mUQA/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SJWtrTh_uCI/AAAAAAAABEc/ps8Xt9z2n8Q/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230277501749540898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SJWtrTh_uCI/AAAAAAAABEc/ps8Xt9z2n8Q/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SJWtrXT9fSI/AAAAAAAABEk/03JYEMM0SxU/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230277502764416290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SJWtrXT9fSI/AAAAAAAABEk/03JYEMM0SxU/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh forget about the emo post earlier on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the annual durian season, I ate a double digit number of durians just today, alone. Scary, isn't it. Mommy is insane okay she buys durian in the morning , and buys them at night too. So I have durians for breakfast and dinner and baby for lunch (HAHA). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sold the twin picnic basket today -inserthappyface. And guess what, this week shall be named as the Golden-deals week. I bought so many pretty + cute clothings at a super super duper cheap rate, earned and cheated alot :D I like my new denim jumper heh. The back looks like any other normal denim shorts but it's a jumper! I like my new dress, top and skinnies that I got this week. For the skinnies, I paid literally $6 for it only! :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taobao has picnic baskets selling at sgd ****only!!!!! zomg. shall ask uncle to help me buy and I shall sell them at $50 each heh limited edition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay done with my shopping obsessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now back to durians. There's this sunday when I had M'sia durians (Baby's dad went M'sia to buy them) at h's house and when I got back home, there's another pile of durians await me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stink of durians now , getting quite sick of durians argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, H and I both have new houses!! haha but his will be ready next year end, and mine will only be ready in 3years time =.= oh well, next year is when Im in jc and I can argue with mommy to fight for my rights to get my passport from her and go M'sia with h . then we can have our very own picnic outside the porch area, surrounded with Chris running around us, and maybe we can finally fly the helicopter in the open field, without any trees obstructing the way at all. Then maybe we can plant some pineapple trees , maybe we can build a small treehouse in the garden, maybe a swing too ( I loves swings / to swing ) Maybe a small doghouse (yes it shall be a house, with proper roof and bed and toilet for him ahaha) for Chris awww he'll be so adorable living inside. I shall buy dog clothes and socks for him and try to eleviate my phobia for animals and hug him. I shall try my best not to run away and jump onto h whenever Chris is running towards me for food. Then in h's new house, I shall convert the maid's room into my wardrobe room. Hah and we can have winnie the pooh bedsheets / curtains / wallpapers / bolsters / mats etc in our room and our own toilet. Our room shall be on the second floor. I shall decorate the stairs with winnie the pooh soft toys ! oh wouldnt it be my perfect house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOOHOOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my new house, probably we can see the city nightscape view , it's gna be romantic i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall whine to mommy to get me a King size bed so my bolster / pillow / blanket will not roll down the bed in the middle of the night. So that I can fully stretch out in a star shape and sleep comfortably. From my new house to vivocity / sentosa is probably 10mins and I can go Daiso to shop everyday !! the best shop on earth, besides F21. Then h and I can stroll along the beach with the slippers in our hands in the drizzle again. then we can just lie on the beach , contented in each other's presence. By that time I will be legal for alcohol and we can have some alcohols too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------(daydreams goes on and on...)-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-4959847921032191703?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4959847921032191703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=4959847921032191703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4959847921032191703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4959847921032191703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-forget-about-emo-post-earlier-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SJWtrXCxncI/AAAAAAAABEU/5u6va0_mUQA/s72-c/Xiaozhuluvdazhu003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-2710171142613172268</id><published>2008-07-25T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T06:46:36.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty affirm about failing chinese this term.&lt;br /&gt;LiLao confirmed my worst fear today. So I wrote and focused on the wrong part of the question. The 70-mark worth of composition is gone case alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's really unfair. Why do most of my girl friends experience smooth periods monthly whereas I have to endure the excruciating period cramps every month, without fail. I can never escape from the fate of having serious period cramps.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, the agony coming from my abdomen is undearable to the extent of waking me up from my sleep, at the wee hour 4am. The very same agony prevented me from falling asleep in school today, even though I wanted too, very badly.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have period cramps, why?&lt;br /&gt;They're caused by the chemical, prostaglandins, produced in a girl's body, which stimulate the uterus muscles to contract, pushing the blood out.&lt;br /&gt;I think I probably have abnormally high levels of prostaglandins  produced in my body. That's why it's so painful for me everymonth.&lt;br /&gt;And it's rlly scary to knw that girls who started their period younger tend to be more likely to have period cramps. (I started at 10 I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"having period itself is a gender discrimmination..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyw Im not discreeet abt this kinda things so um if anyone is feeling uncomfortable reading this you shld really just exit this window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I think I just suck in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;Studies, Judo, friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about friendships. 4 years studying in nanyang, I have never gotten myself any true friend. Even if I had, the friendship is shortlived. The definition of a true friend may differ from person to person. For me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tbc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-2710171142613172268?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2710171142613172268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=2710171142613172268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2710171142613172268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2710171142613172268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-pretty-affirm-about-failing-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-4672261044347902322</id><published>2008-07-23T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:31.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIcknLDPo9I/AAAAAAAABA0/rKWsbxDuIC8/s1600-h/4d683935ca14e9be719b937609ee4b1f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226186147986645970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIcknLDPo9I/AAAAAAAABA0/rKWsbxDuIC8/s320/4d683935ca14e9be719b937609ee4b1f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIcknTddNRI/AAAAAAAABBE/U4o0UJCY1E8/s1600-h/denim+vest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226186150244070674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIcknTddNRI/AAAAAAAABBE/U4o0UJCY1E8/s320/denim+vest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIcknNcjejI/AAAAAAAABA8/ckC7uKRGicA/s1600-h/20080627165410_59766_s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226186148629674546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIcknNcjejI/AAAAAAAABA8/ckC7uKRGicA/s320/20080627165410_59766_s4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIcknRDCDiI/AAAAAAAABBM/CdRYdLxEva0/s1600-h/20080709225744_51930_s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226186149596368418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIcknRDCDiI/AAAAAAAABBM/CdRYdLxEva0/s320/20080709225744_51930_s4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get these :( Especially the vests they're so cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-4672261044347902322?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4672261044347902322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=4672261044347902322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4672261044347902322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4672261044347902322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-really-want-to-get-these-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIcknLDPo9I/AAAAAAAABA0/rKWsbxDuIC8/s72-c/4d683935ca14e9be719b937609ee4b1f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-8773430473036061673</id><published>2008-07-22T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:32.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIXVXOmm8pI/AAAAAAAABAk/md5QNxNFf-8/s1600-h/P1040314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225817537667068562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIXVXOmm8pI/AAAAAAAABAk/md5QNxNFf-8/s320/P1040314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIXVXTHsZEI/AAAAAAAABAs/LR9ZSX7lfG0/s1600-h/P1040275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225817538879579202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIXVXTHsZEI/AAAAAAAABAs/LR9ZSX7lfG0/s320/P1040275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few weeks have been really fulfulling ones.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt've been any more disappointed with myself in the B div finals fight.. I mean I trained 37842x as hard after indis just in hope to beat her.. But the fact is, she's stronger than me and remained that way. I remembered trying to tighten my hold on her right sleeve so she couldnt enter her grab-a-neck-anyhow throw. I remembered trying to do a leg throw while moving in a certain direction (forward I think) I remembered gotten pinned down by her powerful arm strength. And it was over.... just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course some melodrama occurred halfway during the holding. The referee thinks that I slapped her, and gave me a shido for that, like wth. I was trying to push her face away from my head so I can probably flipped her over with the help of my thigh or smth. Anyw if i rlly did slap her, I wasnt intentional at all. Sigh the referees are always very screwed up during judo comps. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady luck was obviously on our side when jiayan won her. I started to tear when nick lost her bout, thinking that we've lost. And when jiayan pinned her down during the last min I kept shouting desperately to her like dont give up , hold there , just hold on there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone jumped up in joy when the timer screams stopppppppppp, we didnt even wait for the referees to shout stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the victory doesn't seem to belong to me, after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with my batch mates for dinner at some jap restaurant after that, udner the influence of the superly stupid. She craved for ice cream waffle, and brainwashed us to change our minds about eating ding sum in ding tai fung. So we ended up in this unknown jap restaurant near tampines. They do have a sense of interior design though, cause the walls are painted red. The furnitures were red too, if my memory doesn't fail me. Stepped out of it pok kai, with a swollen crimsom red lips. The spice they used are wayyy too hot for me I guess :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the superly stupid's fault :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. People said they saw H and me on friday.&lt;br /&gt;So what if I support PDA, I wasnt in my sch uniform, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay cant wait for the block tests to end. I havent staudy chem at all since I got home at 3.30pm today. Somehow I lost my motivation to study hard and my brain apparently has gone into a recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone please cheer me up :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone please cheer me up :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-8773430473036061673?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8773430473036061673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=8773430473036061673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8773430473036061673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8773430473036061673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/these-few-weeks-have-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SIXVXOmm8pI/AAAAAAAABAk/md5QNxNFf-8/s72-c/P1040314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-8365696746266256966</id><published>2008-07-13T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:20:57.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I need to lose the 3kg i've gained for nationals soon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even h says I've grown fatter/fleshier. (argh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-8365696746266256966?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8365696746266256966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=8365696746266256966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8365696746266256966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8365696746266256966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-need-to-lose-3kg-ive-gained-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-5696214845567248180</id><published>2008-07-09T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:32.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SHS-f0CtwkI/AAAAAAAAA98/6GcF7ANM04w/s1600-h/P1040213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221007321784500802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SHS-f0CtwkI/AAAAAAAAA98/6GcF7ANM04w/s320/P1040213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SHS-gBvTd5I/AAAAAAAAA-E/nDqepvqkvUU/s1600-h/P1040214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221007325461182354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SHS-gBvTd5I/AAAAAAAAA-E/nDqepvqkvUU/s320/P1040214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SHS-gZ0ADiI/AAAAAAAAA-M/0EmpLrtVBC4/s1600-h/P1040215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221007331923332642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SHS-gZ0ADiI/AAAAAAAAA-M/0EmpLrtVBC4/s320/P1040215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikea's western food is ....fabulous. Especially the desserts. I can't really comment on the Smoked (sp) salmon and the fried chicken drumlet and chicken wing cause I don't eat chicken usually. However, the chocolatey taste of the pie is nice! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my arms, they're grown more muscular (and gross).&lt;br /&gt;Pros and cons of it. Pros being I am stronger than before and it means that I'm training hard.&lt;br /&gt;Cons being, urgh, unglam to wear sleeveless clothes (think ny hongzi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, somehow my piglet keychain that I hung on my red sch bag droped off without my knowledge. When I realised it's gone, I couldn' help but bursted into tears. Shit when did I become so childish. I'm upset, not because the money is lost or the piglet is lost. I'm upset cause my dearest mommy bought it for me last thurs from ny popular, and I just lost it like that?! She seldom buys things on her own record for me. Seldom, almost never, ever since secondary 2? How can I just lose it so carelessly. Why can't I be more meticulous about the keychain? argh.&lt;br /&gt;I should have done smth abt the metal chain, it'll unhook very easily.&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a nuisance. (in front of everyone somemore)&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;But anyw I wna thank SAIYING SIHUI AND JIAYAN for the piglet!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;it;s really adorable heh. though its hands are sewn the wrong way (either for a reason or unintentionally). I think someone said that it;s tryiing to touch its butt hahah.&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, thanks for the piglet :D&lt;br /&gt;I like it alottttt!!!!!! I love you guys!!!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;you all rock, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals against Hougang next wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;(GOLD and nothing else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to stop adding things to my basket of bracelets/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SHS-gsfpaAI/AAAAAAAAA-U/clgtUqJBZCk/s1600-h/P1040206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221007336938235906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SHS-gsfpaAI/AAAAAAAAA-U/clgtUqJBZCk/s320/P1040206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-5696214845567248180?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5696214845567248180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=5696214845567248180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5696214845567248180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5696214845567248180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/ikeas-western-food-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SHS-f0CtwkI/AAAAAAAAA98/6GcF7ANM04w/s72-c/P1040213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-8439676685572950401</id><published>2008-07-05T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:34.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XnnfrSrI/AAAAAAAAA9c/CyWNW8jhBiw/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219557200018229938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XnnfrSrI/AAAAAAAAA9c/CyWNW8jhBiw/s320/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-Xn139qcI/AAAAAAAAA9k/OruemJH55Es/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219557203878193602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-Xn139qcI/AAAAAAAAA9k/OruemJH55Es/s320/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XoFTR-rI/AAAAAAAAA9s/E7ARSaMq0nE/s1600-h/DSC00842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219557208019303090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XoFTR-rI/AAAAAAAAA9s/E7ARSaMq0nE/s320/DSC00842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XomU6HVI/AAAAAAAAA90/ZoEvk7l0rzY/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219557216884497746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XomU6HVI/AAAAAAAAA90/ZoEvk7l0rzY/s320/DSC00848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XSqRgpKI/AAAAAAAAA9E/CMztWXfNlgE/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219556839986865314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XSqRgpKI/AAAAAAAAA9E/CMztWXfNlgE/s320/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XSyasA9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/RCLFwgKHKq0/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219556842172842962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XSyasA9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/RCLFwgKHKq0/s320/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XTCRbxTI/AAAAAAAAA9U/jidX7k-v9tU/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219556846428996914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XTCRbxTI/AAAAAAAAA9U/jidX7k-v9tU/s320/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-8439676685572950401?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8439676685572950401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=8439676685572950401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8439676685572950401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8439676685572950401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/07/bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SG-XnnfrSrI/AAAAAAAAA9c/CyWNW8jhBiw/s72-c/DSC00833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-6247055090767209259</id><published>2008-06-23T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T05:10:20.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hullo sch reopens officially today and I didnt complete all my holiday hw )):&lt;br /&gt;Term 3 is rlly gna be a jampacked term, with nationals in less than 2 weeks, block tests in less than 1 month D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YANGHAN MUST HAVE CONFIDENCE IN YOURSELF THAT YOU CAN DO IT :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;-insertmillionsofsmiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K sch was great, started off "auspisciously" with my period cramps today.&lt;br /&gt;Maths in the first lesson and followed by chinese.&lt;br /&gt;We got back our chinese yilunwen and I failed it 34/70 I can go jumpoff the building I failed a compo again wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Stupif lilaoshi she only allowed a time limit of 1hr for us to read up on the information and writing. However, within the meagre time limit, chinese prodigies such as kexin/liwen/jiamin can still write so logically and well, with quotations all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Half of them I couldnt even understand.I neeeeeeeeeeed to read up for chinese or else I'm gna be deadmeat for my higher chinese O lvls )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Szemin gave me my bday present (with a bday card yeyy) hahah she wrote like "You're a good influence to me (not including blogging/youtube/looking at clothes during LA lesson.)" Since when does "looking at clothes" became a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;She got me rlly Cute stuff (and I mean cute witha capital C) I like it alot thanks szemin &lt;3 Did alot of catching up with her during maths. But she pangsehed me during lunch ): nobody to eat mixed veggies with me today. I sat alone in a darkdark corner of the canteen and ate all by myself. (szemin feel guilty alrdy? you shld knw what t do tmrw right? XD)LA lesson today was as fruitful as usual. It's good to have Paultan in your sight again. Time always flies the most quickly during LA lesson and I always get to takeaway lots of knowledge from Paultan's lectures. I think he's probably the best LA tcher I can ever have. All hail Paultan the greatestLAtcherEVERz! K enough of my rantings I got to finish up my holiday hw now baibai. Just some updates of what I bought/spreed during the hols to keep track. (heavily broke now) From Forever21:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;H81 Moto Wallet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Multi-Color Bead bracelets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jeweel Glitter Bangle set&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twenty-Four bangle set in silver (Saw it retailing for $15 in Wisma F21 the other day)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Country Flower headband&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gingham headband (I'm so into headbands now, thanks to my ugly fringe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brilliant shorts in both black &amp;amp; cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brilliant Halter in red/blue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;H81 gingham Ruffle Cami in blue (Sold it alrdy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;H81 Button Lace Cami in cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Miss Selfridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Petite Rose Print Floral Dress (!!!!!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Wetseal:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lurex Plaid Cami (Cheap steal!!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd several straw bags from taobao.com, adidas duffel bag, others from sales journals.Oh and some preorder for Crochet tunic :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-6247055090767209259?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6247055090767209259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=6247055090767209259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6247055090767209259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6247055090767209259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/hullo-sch-reopens-officially-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-2305309317572937480</id><published>2008-06-12T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:27:44.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit tmrw is the black friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;): you can't die yet, you can't. You owe me a whole lifetime to spend with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you'll be safe -crosses finger-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-2305309317572937480?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2305309317572937480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=2305309317572937480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2305309317572937480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2305309317572937480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/shit-tmrw-is-black-friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-4057165264118772217</id><published>2008-06-10T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:34.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SE5oF0VnorI/AAAAAAAAA3U/vv89RTy53f0/s1600-h/P1040049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216268072198834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SE5oF0VnorI/AAAAAAAAA3U/vv89RTy53f0/s320/P1040049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teammates got me this wonderful thang that I've never seen before in my life for my bday :D I was totally touched/pleasantly surprised cause they knew I like colourful bright cherry stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;My heart totally melted when I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SE5oGH2fXpI/AAAAAAAAA3c/qtWbDRn899I/s1600-h/P1040051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216273310342802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SE5oGH2fXpI/AAAAAAAAA3c/qtWbDRn899I/s320/P1040051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA be myself. I shall go experiment with the different possibilities of mixing them tgt t yield a new fragrance or smth ahaha. Nick read it out loud for us and we laughed like mad at the Flammable part. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;actually no, i dont use makeups (maybe eye liner) , do I?&lt;br /&gt;haha nvm I shall start applying perfume when i go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SE5oG9KJ3zI/AAAAAAAAA3s/M6mOzGmRsz0/s1600-h/P1040053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216287619899186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SE5oG9KJ3zI/AAAAAAAAA3s/M6mOzGmRsz0/s320/P1040053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, they got me this chocolatey pocket mirror!&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SE5oGV3AfCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7BIQO8i3x_Q/s1600-h/P1040058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216277070609442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SE5oGV3AfCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7BIQO8i3x_Q/s320/P1040058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh im sorry but i cant resist my urge to showoff my bday card from gorgor!&lt;br /&gt;so nice right? everything is handmade (haha of course not by him) and handwritten! :D&lt;br /&gt;it's so lacey adn ribbon-ish and sweet! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more, I spent the whole of saturday with H alone, just both of us wheeeee:D&lt;br /&gt;We went to catch the early noon Kungfu Panda and there are lots of parents with kids queueing up infront of us and you can hear the excitment in th kids' voices when they said "YAY KUNGFU PANDA".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes no doubt, half of the cinema was filled with kids, young short kids. there was one sitting beside me. I complained to H abt that and he replied "There's also another kid sitting beside me..(followed by giggles)" (I was on his left and an indian guy was on his right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay H bought me subway cookies to munch on during the movie, Kungfu Panda is soooooo cute and funny I kept laughing out loud throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's gaming session at lukwern's house turned out to be more thrilling and fun than I'd expected. Her mum is such a great fan of basket stuff. I counted there was 24 baskets in her kitchen, dining room, toilet and living room alone. Even the toilet's mirror is framed with straws. I was telling her, " Your house is full of baskets! I went to the toilet, and closed the door, and saw this huge basket behind it which is meant for laundry. even the toilet roll holder is made of basket, then i went to use the mirror and found out that even the mirror is framed with straws, and then I went to throw rubbish, and guess what, the dustbin is actually a basket too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went mad during th boxing part hahaha thankgod there were just me, her, and her siblings around. If anyone saw me in that kind of madness I guess nobody would wna marry me anymore :( hahaha no H will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyy, I decided to utilise my free-haircut coupon today and this resulted in a screwed up hair cut tsk ):&lt;br /&gt;All the guy's fault he put me in the children's seat. And my eyes were glued to the TV screen throughout and did not noticed that he chopped off this huge chunk of my hair and my fringe. Now I cant even gather my hair into a ponytail anymore. :( it's more of like a pig's tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHIT WTH. :((((((((((((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall just zibi at home.&lt;br /&gt;and wear my straw hat out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-4057165264118772217?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4057165264118772217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=4057165264118772217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4057165264118772217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4057165264118772217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-teammates-got-me-this-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SE5oF0VnorI/AAAAAAAAA3U/vv89RTy53f0/s72-c/P1040049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-2886291203563577682</id><published>2008-06-07T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:35.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEqhpbfW5KI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Yjetj7nTQNU/s1600-h/P1040001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209153652133389474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEqhpbfW5KI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Yjetj7nTQNU/s320/P1040001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEqhqcG2XFI/AAAAAAAAA1M/NfUOCGNxAo4/s1600-h/P1040014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209153669478898770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEqhqcG2XFI/AAAAAAAAA1M/NfUOCGNxAo4/s320/P1040014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEqhqihz8-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/bk_DgVu2Kjo/s1600-h/P1040023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209153671202599906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEqhqihz8-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/bk_DgVu2Kjo/s320/P1040023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks everyone for making my bday so special and memorable this yr &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xiexie szemin, peiyi, YUXI(!), xinyu, GORGOR(!), eugene, joveis, jonathan, shaocong, yoonsiang and last but no least (this phrase is kinda cliche) prepare for your goosebump attack, my darling sweetheart honey baby H :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; my family of course. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-2886291203563577682?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2886291203563577682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=2886291203563577682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2886291203563577682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2886291203563577682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-everyone-for-making-my-bday-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEqhpbfW5KI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Yjetj7nTQNU/s72-c/P1040001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-5611428944926127001</id><published>2008-06-02T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:36.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEPV2qs2gTI/AAAAAAAAA0M/XEaK3OvOarY/s1600-h/P1030899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207240729322488114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEPV2qs2gTI/AAAAAAAAA0M/XEaK3OvOarY/s320/P1030899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEPV2zvqs2I/AAAAAAAAA0U/1bhcCXJberI/s1600-h/P1030856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207240731750216546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEPV2zvqs2I/AAAAAAAAA0U/1bhcCXJberI/s320/P1030856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEPPynmgzGI/AAAAAAAAA0E/5jVUzo6oB4w/s1600-h/P1030921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207234062701349986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEPPynmgzGI/AAAAAAAAA0E/5jVUzo6oB4w/s320/P1030921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;快乐其实是很简单。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a cup of bubble tea aft trng camp and enjoyed it on my walk home from mrt. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I was very happy! basking in delight of chewing the bubble and sucking the sweet diabetic drink up my oesophagus. I actually requested for less sugar, cause im very concern abt having diabetis when im old and saggy. I bet you wouldnt be so convinced if i said that simply one cup of bubble tea can put a smile on my face. but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yanghan is a simple girl; anyth will make her happy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bubble tea rocks. Im rlly sleep-deprived these few days, I stayed up till 11pm and you'll knw why soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st day of trng camp. it is surprisingly slack. To me it doesnt even feel like a trng camp. More likely to be a long extended 8hours of trng. I feel no muscle cramps at all ): And I STINK TH SHIT OUT OF YOU. my gi stinks too, ppl complained abt it alrdy. ): I have t resort to spraying deoderant, whcih basically means synthetic esters that smell good, on my gi to make myself approachable during randoori-es.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay some emo emo chinese post for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当我觉得茫然无助时 ,是你抚平了我的黯然.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当我就快放弃自己时 ,是你的鼓舞推动了我那懒散的意志力.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;当我抱着一颗沉重的心 ,是你的几句话让我重展笑容.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;守护天使 ,是你 ,对吧?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-5611428944926127001?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5611428944926127001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=5611428944926127001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5611428944926127001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5611428944926127001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-bought-cup-of-bubble-tea-aft-trng.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEPV2qs2gTI/AAAAAAAAA0M/XEaK3OvOarY/s72-c/P1030899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-1808846666061926459</id><published>2008-06-01T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:37.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKsDXEnbdI/AAAAAAAAAz0/WOgjzprprkM/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206913292926676434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKsDXEnbdI/AAAAAAAAAz0/WOgjzprprkM/s320/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKsDgEXNgI/AAAAAAAAAz8/AFHfSush6Fo/s1600-h/DSC07406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206913295341532674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKsDgEXNgI/AAAAAAAAAz8/AFHfSush6Fo/s320/DSC07406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was like super long ago. I digged it out frm smone's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKqoYHpuUI/AAAAAAAAAzM/_2b2KK1KB2Q/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206911729839749442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKqoYHpuUI/AAAAAAAAAzM/_2b2KK1KB2Q/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKqq9Fo3UI/AAAAAAAAAzU/6H1Yb5x87I8/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206911774123154754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKqq9Fo3UI/AAAAAAAAAzU/6H1Yb5x87I8/s320/DSC00668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKqrR9ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAzc/lW9eNrWQy_k/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206911779725725570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKqrR9ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAzc/lW9eNrWQy_k/s320/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKqrxEM6LI/AAAAAAAAAzk/XQp4e7Q1yQg/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206911788075772082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKqrxEM6LI/AAAAAAAAAzk/XQp4e7Q1yQg/s320/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKqsGSX7BI/AAAAAAAAAzs/SpoTZ5_05TU/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206911793772358674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKqsGSX7BI/AAAAAAAAAzs/SpoTZ5_05TU/s320/DSC00674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bitch &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was searching for her number to send a msg and I actually typed bitch instead of peiyi. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;I look weird. I look different in every pic.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I can take nice photos:D better than twinnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my havaiannas today yey (thanks to peiyi's friend who got em 20% discount).&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad, like plainly making use of the Denise guy without saying hi/thanks to him nyehnyehz. It was $39.90 and I paid $31.50 saved me alot of $$ :D&lt;br /&gt;So, num printed this gigantic sperm cell on the paper bag and I kinda just realised it IS a sperm today. they used to have those brown paper bags which are simple and stylish.&lt;br /&gt;Can;t understand why they would wna print this design on their paper bags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-1808846666061926459?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1808846666061926459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=1808846666061926459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1808846666061926459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1808846666061926459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-was-like-super-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SEKsDXEnbdI/AAAAAAAAAz0/WOgjzprprkM/s72-c/DSC00676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-5796117767060750643</id><published>2008-05-29T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:37.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SD7BgQ3GMpI/AAAAAAAAAys/ekYtKDhyoWo/s1600-h/DSC02844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205810979312906898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SD7BgQ3GMpI/AAAAAAAAAys/ekYtKDhyoWo/s320/DSC02844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SD7BhQ3GMqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/-s51XWSps5o/s1600-h/DSC02850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205810996492776098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SD7BhQ3GMqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/-s51XWSps5o/s320/DSC02850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SD7Biw3GMsI/AAAAAAAAAzE/DQqH_7ynoVg/s1600-h/1_542154404l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205811022262579906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SD7Biw3GMsI/AAAAAAAAAzE/DQqH_7ynoVg/s320/1_542154404l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's millions of thoughts that came across my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I cant spew them out to you, idk why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you cry, the pain inflicted upon me is several times more on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It;s my fault. all mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why shld I mess up your life when it is so perfect.why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;):a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;m I a jinx or happy pill to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I may plausibly be your happy pill, but who knows how much tears you shed for me alrdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiying primary P5 camp rocks.&lt;br /&gt;(although)I'm still tramautised by the way too eccentric guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-5796117767060750643?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5796117767060750643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=5796117767060750643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5796117767060750643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5796117767060750643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/bobo-and-med-theres-millions-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SD7BgQ3GMpI/AAAAAAAAAys/ekYtKDhyoWo/s72-c/DSC02844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-5726255253091307157</id><published>2008-05-20T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:00:49.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone has heard of the China earthquake by now.&lt;br /&gt;It just saddens me when I see PRC people donating 10cents to the sichuan earthquake donation drive (esp when they stays in ny boarding sch, which means mostly of them are nanyang girls!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw this donation box at the end of boarding sch canteen, and mader was like telling me she donated $1.20 only cause she had not much money. So, of course my heart goes out to the poor people who sufferred tremedously from the natural disaster. I went to donate 50 cents as I dont have any other small change. And I feel guily and bad about donating mere 50cents. The girls who are in charge of this donation drive asked me t write the amt that i donated in their book, even though I wish to remain anonymouse but i still have to write downt he amt. So I did. And I was shocked to see the whole row above me donated just 10cents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake, you scholars (not all, of course. Just those irritating ones who donated 10cents only) pocket in a few hundred dollars each month from MOE for free. And when it comes to giving back to the society to help those in need, you contributed 10cents out of that. Although it is still money, however meagre amount it is. But it is so inhumane and asjkrfhfasbfjasbfjhasdbfjkasbnkjasncbnajcbjla to just donate 10cents!!!!!!!! I believe that you can do much better than just forking out 10cents, since you can afford all those billabong, roxy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought 50cents is alrdy being very stingy alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm traumatised by the earthquake. ): rlly. (no, I dont relatives/friends who are even near 100km from sichuan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is our Earth being struck by one catastrope and another? 2008 is indeed a disasterous year.&lt;br /&gt;First the snow storm in China during CNY, then comes the Myanmar cyclone and followed closely by the China earthquake. I have this sense of foreboding that this is due to all the poulltion that man produced in process of urbanization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay h calling me now, shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;HES OUT FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK WOOHOOOOOO :D&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see him tmrw. cant wait. cant wait cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;It's rlly stupid for him to book in this morning and book out tonight =.=&lt;br /&gt;I dont see any point in checking in in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I wna bake brownies w him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-5726255253091307157?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5726255253091307157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=5726255253091307157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5726255253091307157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5726255253091307157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-sure-everyone-has-heard-of-china.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-6320981209063855451</id><published>2008-05-17T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:38.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's not me right it's not me right plz tell me it's not meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was kinda hurt today you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;plz dont ever say that sentence again, I could almost feel my heartache instantly when you said that today (&amp;amp; then wailed and cried like a baby, blowing my nose on your shirt, leaving a patch of mucus and tears on you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay maybe that's because I've been trying to hold back my tears for quite long alrdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;argh &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt;, I cant sleep properly! DAMN YOU (Insomnia)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and damn the singapore humid weather. I woke up at 3 am with the back of my PJ completely soaked in my sweat, and has been awake since. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANT TO HAVE MY BEAUTY SLEEP (VERY BADLY) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I NEED T MIGRATE TO AUSTRALIA/WHICHEVER COUNTRY THAT'S NOT TROPICAL I HATE THE HEAT AND THE SUN I CANT SLEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PROPERLY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAN I FLY TO AUSTRALIA OR SOMEWHERE EVERY NIGHT TO SLEEP(?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WILL FUTURE TECHNOLOGY ADVANCEMENT ALLOWS ME TO FLY TO AUSTRALIA IN HALF AN HOUR? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you can tell that I am very irritated/agitated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes, it's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SC9hEPerFoI/AAAAAAAAAxM/4JzqvHpDVBw/s1600-h/wetseal+jelly+bracelets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201482820138768002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SC9hEPerFoI/AAAAAAAAAxM/4JzqvHpDVBw/s320/wetseal+jelly+bracelets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On a side note, my wetseal jelly bracelets and geek specs arrived today 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-6320981209063855451?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6320981209063855451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=6320981209063855451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6320981209063855451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6320981209063855451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-not-me-right-its-not-me-right-plz.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SC9hEPerFoI/AAAAAAAAAxM/4JzqvHpDVBw/s72-c/wetseal+jelly+bracelets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-1264720359749221354</id><published>2008-05-12T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:38.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SChDG_erFjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fAtsV3B71qQ/s1600-h/P1030816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199479557197600306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SChDG_erFjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fAtsV3B71qQ/s320/P1030816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;Hi look at the number of colourful bangles/bracelets/necklaces I have. (Most of them are handmade by me teeheehee :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told szemin that I like colourful stuff today and she got the hint immediately. woah.&lt;br /&gt;I like colours. all colours. esp rainbow! :D I'm a nice girl, and I do not discrimminate colours, eg. purple is gayyyy, pink is ah-liannnish (though I agree smtimes). People who give colours derogatory terms are mean and evil. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is sick, he's got fever and flu )): went over t visit him today and poor boy, he's so weak and feeble now (teehee) and he needs my help. I got to fetch warm water for him and force him to drink half a cup of it. I got to help him massage his facial muscles cause he cried so badly over me the night before. I got to put him to sleep and watch him sleep, trying hard not to wake him up.&lt;br /&gt;I need to sell off my stuff ): they're piling up in a corner in my room like a bukit timah hill alrdy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt about Corporate Social Responsibility today and I think it's interesting. I love LA lessons for once and it's one of the few lessons that i look forward to every day. The other reason is probably because we get to use com during LA and that's why I can post my learning log online (but not anymore, in case of some sensitive and controversial issues. I'm just saving them under drafts first).&lt;br /&gt;I like chem(chem is interesting), maths(Chiang is cuteee lorhh plzzz), LA and IH(get to slack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chengxin's surprise bday party last friday was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-1264720359749221354?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1264720359749221354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=1264720359749221354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1264720359749221354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1264720359749221354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/h-is-sick-hes-got-fever-and-flu-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SChDG_erFjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fAtsV3B71qQ/s72-c/P1030816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-2141939113719652882</id><published>2008-05-06T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:39.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SCBHSfNIHeI/AAAAAAAAAvE/pSDa4Pjf8t4/s1600-h/P1030794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197232352925326818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SCBHSfNIHeI/AAAAAAAAAvE/pSDa4Pjf8t4/s320/P1030794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SCBHS_NIHfI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4Q37ZxdFREQ/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197232361515261426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SCBHS_NIHfI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4Q37ZxdFREQ/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "unique" dish that H made for me :)&lt;br /&gt;qutie nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;that silly boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SCBHS_NIHgI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Rk4DEaYmVk8/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197232361515261442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SCBHS_NIHgI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Rk4DEaYmVk8/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SCBHTPNIHhI/AAAAAAAAAvc/aLbcUhxuTe0/s1600-h/P1030796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197232365810228754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SCBHTPNIHhI/AAAAAAAAAvc/aLbcUhxuTe0/s320/P1030796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so twinnie and I had "dinner" tgt ytd, and she came over to my house for some girl's night thingy.&lt;br /&gt;First time she did after stepping into my room, was to scrutinise my wardrobe and picked out clothes to try on. She changed inside my room and she's literally half naked (I saw her $2 pink bra). We went on friendster profiles, xiaxue, celestechen and all those amusing and infamous bloggers. I showed her my picnic basket (L) and my new Happy House pencil case (L).&lt;br /&gt;Took several retarded pics before she left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I appealed out of the Australia programme to the NTU attachment programme instead.&lt;br /&gt;I never wish to burn a hole in my parents' pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the book that I borrowed ytd, hiding it behind my maths textbook and read it during maths, chem and recess. I almost cry (okay I did tear abit) several times it's one of the nicest books that I'd ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Szemin rmbed my bday. I'm totally touched by her thought. I actually have a friend in nanyang whom rmbs my bday and intends to get me a present (she asked me what i like), it feels good. I mean, if time and place allow, I'll just totally hug her. Okay fine i'll do it tmrw. I feel so loved.&lt;br /&gt;And later on, during trng, jiayan rmbs my bday too! omg I have such nice juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw even my own family doesnt rmb my bday, or they dont celebrate my bday at least. Idk, am i sounding too materialistic or smth? No, Im not looking for expensive presents on my bday, the thought of friends whom have the heart to keep your birth date in mind is the best present itself, at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always watch how my classmates/sch mates receive lots of soft toys, presents that are wrapped nicely in wrapping paper etc etc, and have a bday cake, people who will crowd around her and sing bday song to her. I'm rlly not jealous of that, cause i dont want to invovle so many normal friends and accquaintances, I just want people whom I value the most to celebrate for me, like H, twinnie, maybe yuxi (but I think she's like......), maybe szemin if she can, maybe my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. hint: I like piglets/winnie the poohs. as you can infer from the design on my file, pencil box and calculator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-2141939113719652882?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2141939113719652882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=2141939113719652882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2141939113719652882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2141939113719652882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/unique-dish-that-h-made-for-me-qutie.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SCBHSfNIHeI/AAAAAAAAAvE/pSDa4Pjf8t4/s72-c/P1030794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-550790958860626744</id><published>2008-05-04T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:40.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SB5dfvNIHaI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ytELjNB9hK8/s1600-h/graces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196693819860983202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SB5dfvNIHaI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ytELjNB9hK8/s320/graces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look like ahmah here, period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My teammates are gorgeous babes, no? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(well, maybe except nick, she's just cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SB5df_NIHbI/AAAAAAAAAus/dACHT-bkVh4/s1600-h/judokas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196693824155950514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SB5df_NIHbI/AAAAAAAAAus/dACHT-bkVh4/s320/judokas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SB5df_NIHcI/AAAAAAAAAu0/oNiTLnq_EH4/s1600-h/judokass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196693824155950530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SB5df_NIHcI/AAAAAAAAAu0/oNiTLnq_EH4/s320/judokass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The shot that we threw our gi-s into the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deja vu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, were trying to imagine those are the black square hats that you throw ina  graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SB5dgPNIHdI/AAAAAAAAAu8/CFOL5oPn7eY/s1600-h/judokasss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196693828450917842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SB5dgPNIHdI/AAAAAAAAAu8/CFOL5oPn7eY/s320/judokasss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nanyang judo, batch 15 rocks your pink ankle socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sent Elysha off on saturday. Damn, Im missing her alrdy. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she's these 2 hot (when i said hot, they're rlly hot) cousins who apparently do not resemble Elysha at all. One of them was an ex-ny girl and she was from basketball, I thought she was from chinese dance or smth cause she's so fair, thin and has got like flawless skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had lotss of laughters and fun with the sec1 juniors, it's been ages since I last relieved my childhood reminiscences. We skipped our way in the airport, cracked silly and perverted jokes, and we shared ice kachang (aiyah idk how to spell) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mixed better with people younger than me, is it normal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it's good to be young at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Sundays. I always got what I want on Sundays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H, Mommy home cooked curry, Picnic baskets, Happy House pencil case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H surpried me on friday with chocolate cake with gummies and grapes =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-550790958860626744?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/550790958860626744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=550790958860626744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/550790958860626744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/550790958860626744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-look-like-ahmah-here-period.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SB5dfvNIHaI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ytELjNB9hK8/s72-c/graces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-1464089931139888318</id><published>2008-04-30T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:42.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh4BfNIHUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/HY9G-gwlvus/s1600-h/P1030761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195034137123626306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh4BfNIHUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/HY9G-gwlvus/s320/P1030761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh4B_NIHVI/AAAAAAAAAt4/H3ElikXK0rw/s1600-h/P1030763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195034145713560914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh4B_NIHVI/AAAAAAAAAt4/H3ElikXK0rw/s320/P1030763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh4CPNIHWI/AAAAAAAAAuA/TVvke5mDSgk/s1600-h/P1030778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195034150008528226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh4CPNIHWI/AAAAAAAAAuA/TVvke5mDSgk/s320/P1030778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She and I think we look alike, esp the nose, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh3QvNIHPI/AAAAAAAAAtI/YC_G0QyfsOw/s1600-h/P1030748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195033299605003506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh3QvNIHPI/AAAAAAAAAtI/YC_G0QyfsOw/s320/P1030748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh3RfNIHQI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rc3Eb4ZM9us/s1600-h/P1030751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195033312489905410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh3RfNIHQI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rc3Eb4ZM9us/s320/P1030751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh3RfNIHRI/AAAAAAAAAtY/QTbTEIkXtGc/s1600-h/P1030754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195033312489905426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh3RfNIHRI/AAAAAAAAAtY/QTbTEIkXtGc/s320/P1030754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh3RvNIHSI/AAAAAAAAAtg/1eSVpqqc0oM/s1600-h/P1030757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195033316784872738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh3RvNIHSI/AAAAAAAAAtg/1eSVpqqc0oM/s320/P1030757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh3R_NIHTI/AAAAAAAAAto/174Qj5hYtfA/s1600-h/P1030758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195033321079840050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh3R_NIHTI/AAAAAAAAAto/174Qj5hYtfA/s320/P1030758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think I have a very adorable mum? she helps me to clean my room and wash my soft toys for me :D Couldnt be more creative, she stuff every one of the plushies into a big basket from ikea (that was meant for soiledclothes) and hang them outside the window. I was amazed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i saw those poor lil ones being hung outside, looking helpness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had combined sports meet with hci. The annual hwa chong and nanyang combined track and field meet, short form csm. Hci band is cool, rlly cool. Acclaim follows after they had started their performance. they played secret's piano songs and some rlly cool songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to hide in some dark corners with siyu, chooyi and yisheng to play cards, and ended up gossiping. Luckily we were not playing our cards when Mrsdelinesoh, mssebastian and iforgotwho saw us there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continue the bitching session on some arena platform in hci, and qianqian, bojia and xinyan joined us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out with teammates for lunch (AHMA AND HOIMAN RAN OFF) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pooooof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay and went home to nap for a little while before changing out and meeting twinnie at dhoby ghaut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we literally combed FEP today and Im so proud of that cause i had never done so. we shared one foot long subway (subway is loves), met her sister in the salon, do all the shopping, went sengkang cc to get my bracelets (the uncle is so nice i shall stop calling him chee kok pek), went to Kelwin's doorstep with her to deliver the tonic drink and then she fetched me home :D hahhaa. okay but after that Kelwin fetched her home and yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont care about how good-looking, smart or rich other people are, you're the only flawless one to me. You know how to cheer me up when I'm feeling fustrated, you were there when I need you, you know the right way to hold my hand, the adequate amount of force. You know exactly when I'll pms. You didnt complain when I dragged you along for shopping (which is smth that guys generally abhor to do).You are my everything. My heart beats only for you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; P.s. I think I got into the science attachment with NTU for eoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(YAY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-1464089931139888318?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1464089931139888318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=1464089931139888318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1464089931139888318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1464089931139888318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/she-and-i-think-we-look-alike-esp-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SBh4BfNIHUI/AAAAAAAAAtw/HY9G-gwlvus/s72-c/P1030761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-3714131895031991425</id><published>2008-04-21T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:43.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SAy1r1LaE9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/mt9Vysw-kA8/s1600-h/P1030672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191724235065267154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SAy1r1LaE9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/mt9Vysw-kA8/s320/P1030672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SAy1sFLaE-I/AAAAAAAAAqA/HWehUBC0W7I/s1600-h/P1030707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191724239360234466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SAy1sFLaE-I/AAAAAAAAAqA/HWehUBC0W7I/s320/P1030707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SAy1sVLaE_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/KJkjhMUyNiE/s1600-h/P1030709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191724243655201778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SAy1sVLaE_I/AAAAAAAAAqI/KJkjhMUyNiE/s320/P1030709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everybuddy how's your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Mine is pretty packed with activities. ): sat was trng + Hatful of stars ll&lt;br /&gt;sun was age group the wholeeee damn dayyy + Shopping with my bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Im missing my boy very badly now ): we only spent a few hours tgt on weekend and it's just not enough!&lt;br /&gt;urgh and the concert is..... I shallnt comment about it.&lt;br /&gt;age group is like shittt. I've got new bruises and whatnots from it. (and a pathetic medal)&lt;br /&gt;He thinks I suck, then oh well, let it be. What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;He dislikes me from the v beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with bitch/twinnie was rlly hilarious she went egg-popping throughout her meal of jap food idk what it's called but the salmon eggs are very poppish. and she was damn high when I was sneezing and blowing my nose away.&lt;br /&gt;We bought the same top, again. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I think we can rlly be a pair of twins, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;and my mom loves her, to bits.&lt;br /&gt;more than she love me for 15years.&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED THIS BAG FROM RIPCURL SOOO MUCH THAT I CALLED MY MUM DOWN TO ORCHARD WITH THE INTENT OF BRAINWASHING HER TO BUY IT FOR ME SINCE IT COSTS $59 AND IN TH END SHE DIDNT ): POOOOOOOF&lt;br /&gt;perfect for my bday present, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;s&gt;subway&lt;/s&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;Field camps are bf/husband stealers I cant talk to H until like what, tmrw late night or even on wed. I want him to be by my side everyday ):&lt;br /&gt;He's the only one who can make me happy &amp;amp; smile the whole while.&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I depend on him too much, that's why I didnt care abt making friends in sch. past experiences with failure friendships still daunt me. I hate it when used-to-be-close-friends stop contacing you after they gone on to different classes. Got betrayed by whom I deemed as my true best friend, whom I shared alot of secrets with, &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;. Learnt my lesson form then on. Man, you'll never know how hurt I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-3714131895031991425?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3714131895031991425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=3714131895031991425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/3714131895031991425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/3714131895031991425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-everybuddy-hows-your-weekend-mine-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SAy1r1LaE9I/AAAAAAAAAp4/mt9Vysw-kA8/s72-c/P1030672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-8104105132546890174</id><published>2008-04-15T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:37:19.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant believe it!&lt;br /&gt;Im actually signing up for a science attachment to NTU to spend my year-end sabbaticals with.&lt;br /&gt;it's first choice somemore.&lt;br /&gt;I wnated to go Outward Bound Taiwan soooo much (it's gna be fun and it's definitely cheap!) but I dont wna go overseas again this year and leave H behind alone in sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He needs my company :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I need his too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I put OB taiwan as 2nd choice. Papa was like "you choose and write lorh then i sign" so he signed the form for me.&lt;br /&gt;And mama came home with loads of cookies (LOVES) and DINGTAIFUNG qianchengao (LOVES) at night, and scolded me for going adventure programmes cause that's not helping in my studies at all =.=&lt;br /&gt;She was like pointing to trinity college summer camp and stamford camp for gifted youths and said, "must go for these, these very good one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Maaaaaaaaa, i dont want to write essays after essays everyday for 2 weeks, you know I hate writing essays"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the end we decided on Australia educational tour as second choice and 3rd choice is the wrok experience programme. I heard that they underpay us severely ):&lt;br /&gt;Ohno.&lt;br /&gt;Ah whatever, I dont feel like applying for FAS for global classroom ):&lt;br /&gt;cause I got to hand up the from by TMRW, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;anyw even if im going to Australia, I wont be shopping alot also. ): cause its so biggg! and things are way expensive. SGD1=Australian 1.26dollars =.=&lt;br /&gt;go there shall buy bikinis hahaha&lt;br /&gt;last yr wanted to go japan and buy kimono but I craped off the idea after taking into consideration the language cost weather and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS H VVVVVVV MUCH HES AWAY FOR FIELD CAMP HOW HOW HOW CAN HE DONT GO NS NOT OMG ):&lt;br /&gt;2nights without your voice.&lt;br /&gt;oh gawdd.&lt;br /&gt;but I cant wait till sat he promised to take neos with me (finally, after like what, 2 and half years of constant pleading and whining and persuasion) after A Hatful of Stars 2. whooots heh will da ban mei mei on that day x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I got back my IH paper and I've got an A1!&lt;br /&gt;first time in my entire pathetic 15 years of lifespan, I scored an A1 for humanities. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-8104105132546890174?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8104105132546890174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=8104105132546890174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8104105132546890174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8104105132546890174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-believe-it-im-actually-signing.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-5446094487915428111</id><published>2008-04-13T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:58:33.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAW!&lt;br /&gt;yanghan is a happy girl! :D&lt;br /&gt;She has all the happy stuff that make her happy everyday!&lt;br /&gt;sat-&lt;br /&gt;I passed my grading whooo Im blue belter now yay! I thought I would fail la can cause sir failed all the hci guys ):&lt;br /&gt;I ate subway! with double chocolate chip cookie somemore! :D&lt;br /&gt;Delias coco halter arrived at my dorrstep but too bad doesnt fit me thus selling away.&lt;br /&gt;Finally went for guzheng lesson after 1 month of absence!&lt;br /&gt;Went on date with H at vivocity after guzheng and had Carl's Jr, as usual =.=&lt;br /&gt;and then went to walk around shops like f21 and topshop and yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH DAVID'S DAD WAS FROM HARVARD :O&lt;br /&gt;GOSH SO SMARTTTTASS CAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-5446094487915428111?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5446094487915428111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=5446094487915428111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5446094487915428111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5446094487915428111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/heeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaw-yanghan-is-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-2714920909403749777</id><published>2008-04-09T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:20:13.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haaa I pwnzzz 2.4 run I didnt stop at all during the whole run:D&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee and my timing is 12.08mins heh best personal record.&lt;br /&gt;And what's the secret weapon?&lt;br /&gt;Listen to 987 while you run :) it rlly works for me.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 6 years of napfa, I've been chionging the first few rounds until I have stitch (is this how you spell cant be bother to check for the right spelling). I know I'll definitely have stitch and will tend to stop running and walk instead so in order to get the best timing I chionggggg for as far as I can until the horrible pain came. And then a voice in me , calling out "just stoppp for a while, yh, youre tired, and your stitch rlly hurts".&lt;br /&gt;When I listen to the radio today, I didnt hear that familiar voice anymore:D&lt;br /&gt;hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time round, no stitch! whoa 真是一大奇迹。&lt;br /&gt;对今年的NAPFA成绩我非常满意，因为今年的成绩都超越了往年。&lt;br /&gt;是我的意志力变强了吗？还是我的肌肉太结实？哈哈我也不知道。&lt;br /&gt;只要是进步我就很满足了。&lt;br /&gt;希望明年，再明年的拿发我也能争取到佳绩。&lt;br /&gt;学业成绩固然重要，因此许多人不注重体育方面的表现。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay enough of chinese. =.= switch back to eng mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss h very badly, very very badly. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;H is probably trying to navigate his way out the woods now ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh means that he cant put me to sleep tonight ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-2714920909403749777?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2714920909403749777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=2714920909403749777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2714920909403749777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2714920909403749777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/haaa-i-pwnzzz-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-4320888781835307929</id><published>2008-04-08T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:44.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_t1Wt5tTdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ttJo_P7wRh4/s1600-h/P1030665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186868428986469842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_t1Wt5tTdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ttJo_P7wRh4/s320/P1030665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_t1XN5tTeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/TFtinh_dHF0/s1600-h/P1030666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186868437576404450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_t1XN5tTeI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/TFtinh_dHF0/s320/P1030666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_t1Xt5tTfI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WA2Vg0QuvuA/s1600-h/P1030667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186868446166339058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_t1Xt5tTfI/AAAAAAAAAoY/WA2Vg0QuvuA/s320/P1030667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Math portfolio is such a brainkillerz ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo happy that I have finally completed the final draft of the first reflection. Still left with LA expository essay, LA SRQ essay, IH worksheet and bio worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched this documentary show during bio today and it's called "the Private Life of plants" heehee what a name for a documentary. It intrigues me with the vast nature of plants and insects and pollinations. I think it's uber cool to be a butterfly or a hummingbird with long tongues to suck the nectar and help the flowers to pollinate. There's this plant call kangeroo paw plant. It has stamens arranged in acomb like structure so when birds land on the flower to feed on the nectar the stamen will literally comb the back of the bird's head and leave abundent amt of pollen grains on the back of the bird's head. And then the bird will fly to another flower, where the stigma receives the pollen grains. So cute, isn't it? haha.  THAT Xinyu kept on buzzing me on the question whether the bird will feel itchy for having so many pollen grains on it's body=.= haha how to answer her tsk dumb girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super cute doggy keychain is given by H :) heh it;'s very cute lorh i love it we found it sleeping in his drawers which are full of junk. Then he gave it to me! :D Okay I know I always blgo abt him fine I admit that i'm obsessed with him. Last time he used to put all my letters and the things that I made for him eg cross stitch xmas red stockings in the first drawer. I didnt touch the 2nd drawer until sunday where I saw letters from girlsss ))))):&lt;br /&gt;Im very sensitive and tyrannising of course I was very grumpy how come he has letters from other girls why I dont even know and blablah but its all alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I read finish HANAKIMI (chnese version) today hahaa feel so accomplished. :O I finished another book called "the memory keeper's daughter" (chinese version) this week too. Whoooo they all are the chinese versions cause I bought them in shanghai last yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to eugene, if you ever happen to come here, that is, &lt;br /&gt;THE CONCERT IS NEXT SATURDAY LA NOT THIS SAT TSK TSK :D&lt;br /&gt;Aiya as long as you have the moustach-free face you'll look decent no matter long your hair is hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;This sat I have HSK exam from 8-12 so will be missing trng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-4320888781835307929?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4320888781835307929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=4320888781835307929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4320888781835307929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4320888781835307929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/math-portfolio-is-such-brainkillerz-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_t1Wt5tTdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ttJo_P7wRh4/s72-c/P1030665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-1877678289104978636</id><published>2008-04-06T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:44.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_jK495tTYI/AAAAAAAAAng/bN_3woiGH90/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186118050955218306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_jK495tTYI/AAAAAAAAAng/bN_3woiGH90/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NYGH MODERN DANCE PROUDLY PRESENTS TO YOU,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A HATFUL OF STARS II!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you had missed A HATFUL OF STARS last year, then dont miss this awesome dance concert that includes Latin, Hiphop and blablah okayyy I sound like some modern dancer but im not okay. Just trying to help my friends to sell their tixx. :D I'll be going for the afternoon show cause H cannot make it for the night one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Click on the poster picture for an enlarged view and details alright, Im too lazy to list them out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know today when H fetched me to his place from the mrt, he pointed to my white tank, "This is forever 21's" and to my blue camisole, "This is forever 21's" and then pointed to me, "This is forever my one" HAHAHA he said it so fast, I can only catch it after 2 s or so (ahh you guys know how slow I am) and bursted out laughing for quite a while. I promised myself to blog abt it so there you go C:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-1877678289104978636?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1877678289104978636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=1877678289104978636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1877678289104978636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1877678289104978636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/nygh-modern-dance-proudly-presents-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_jK495tTYI/AAAAAAAAAng/bN_3woiGH90/s72-c/Xiaozhuluvdazhu066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-3129082313684021111</id><published>2008-04-04T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:50:58.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, you finally opened up and communicated with me verbally today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After 2 whole weeks of complete silence since that incident.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't pen down in words how overjoyed and taken aback I was when I heard the familiar voice when I answered your call ( my line has no caller ID fyi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and at the same time, feelings of hurt, remorse, hatred surged to my heart almost at once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry Im not your dream daughter, someone who can acquiesce to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yanghan may seem strong on the outside. She may be deemed as optimistic, cheerful girl. But who knows she's beelding her heart out underneath that facaded appearance. Who knows?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napfa 5 items tday was pretty alright I think. I've got 30 gold (again, since P4? when I was a chinese orchestra member in pri sch) I think my pull ups suckeddd. I wanted to stop after 17counts cause it's an A alrdy, but the tcher forbade me to stop ): haha first time in my 7 years of Napfa had I met such a tcher. Usually they allow you to stop when you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Because of her, I did 23 this year instead of the usual 17 to hit the minimum reuirement for A haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is immortal okay, she did SIXTY TWO pullups in ONE MINUTE, with short breaks in between mind you.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of my standing board jump and situps! Improvements from last yr's!&lt;br /&gt;I think I did not hit the 2m mark for sbj but I managed to break my personal best this yr hurrah! and situps I did 50 in 1 min cause I realised there is still much time left after I've completed 33 for A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDDD OMGGOSH I CANT BELIEVE IM SO FLEXIBLE I DID 51CM FOR THE SIT AND REACH AHHA 3CM LESSER THAN JESSICA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(braggginggggg goes on and on and on and on....................)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn it. my guzheng skills are going downhill now ):&lt;br /&gt;Im learning to use 2 fingers to pluck so everytime before I practise guzheng I got to spend 10minutes strapping the fake nails to my 10fingers whereas previously I only need to strap 5 fingers only ):&lt;br /&gt;and then at the end of it have to use another 10minutes to take it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-3129082313684021111?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3129082313684021111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=3129082313684021111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/3129082313684021111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/3129082313684021111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-you-finally-opened-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-8668334345059560464</id><published>2008-04-03T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:45.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_TP8N5tTSI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EtZGP8V4LxY/s1600-h/P1030639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184997704441089314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_TP8N5tTSI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EtZGP8V4LxY/s320/P1030639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_TP8N5tTTI/AAAAAAAAAm4/JIqLweQTYHc/s1600-h/P1030643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184997704441089330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_TP8N5tTTI/AAAAAAAAAm4/JIqLweQTYHc/s320/P1030643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_TP8d5tTUI/AAAAAAAAAnA/TZaM7knKKKQ/s1600-h/P1030636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184997708736056642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_TP8d5tTUI/AAAAAAAAAnA/TZaM7knKKKQ/s320/P1030636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_TPPd5tTRI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZHw-kACETkE/s1600-h/P1030612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184996935641943314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_TPPd5tTRI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZHw-kACETkE/s320/P1030612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Tsk, Napfa 5itmes tmrw! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and look at what we did today (circuits plus the irritating hip ? exercise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doubt there will not be any muscle aches tmrw morning when I woke up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Luv ytd night, with a capital L :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went redhill t meet H for dinner/early supper and gave him a pretty good surprise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that makes him grin from ear to ear for the whole night! Heeee not going to elaborate about it but it's definitely smth that I had never done before for anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh shucks I need to practise my guzheng there's lesson on this sat x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and support love-thatdefines.blogspot.com love you to death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Im not thinking properly now...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-8668334345059560464?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8668334345059560464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=8668334345059560464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8668334345059560464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8668334345059560464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/tsk-napfa-5itmes-tmrw-and-look-at-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R_TP8N5tTSI/AAAAAAAAAmw/EtZGP8V4LxY/s72-c/P1030639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-6103933599899665843</id><published>2008-03-30T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:46.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R--VhN5tTDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/7BYwb82vlWc/s1600-h/P1030568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183526094026656818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R--VhN5tTDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/7BYwb82vlWc/s320/P1030568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R--Vht5tTEI/AAAAAAAAAlA/idIA7TP4_XQ/s1600-h/P1030578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183526102616591426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R--Vht5tTEI/AAAAAAAAAlA/idIA7TP4_XQ/s320/P1030578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R--Vht5tTFI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Kg0SK9C7iqc/s1600-h/P1030576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183526102616591442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R--Vht5tTFI/AAAAAAAAAlI/Kg0SK9C7iqc/s320/P1030576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16th birthday, nick :)&lt;br /&gt;Elysha is so sweet to bake you a chocolate cake, with M&amp;amp;Ms and gummy bears as toppings (the gummiy bears complimented with chocolate cake gives you the sweet and sour taste hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my trng partner she's the national middle weight champion!:D&lt;br /&gt;I lost in the semi finals, lost to madeline, not even a bronze this year for me. Oh well, the first time you can blame it on the referees cause everyone (including ma'am)  told me that iI was out of her body with my knees straightened so it shouldnt be counted as a holding at all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Im not even upset or anything actually. haa e is still gonna shave his moustach!&lt;br /&gt;I cried, because the first thing that came to my mind was I've disappointed h, and maybe e. e thought that i would win. Nevermind, there is still team to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;If i said that I've tried my best, would you believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk why c is so sensitive. ):&lt;br /&gt;did i make her cry or smth ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so demoralising for me. CIP in cws hospitable totally tore my heart apart and changed my perception to old folks' homes. The old folks are least happy staying there, underfed by the nurses and whatnots. whereas the main office is soooooo modern and grand as compared to the state of the wards. I felt useless at some points cause I couldnt communicate with them at all (they can only speak dialects!) and have to ask sarah or milo (haha inside joke) to translate for me.&lt;br /&gt;wait, shucks, Im getting more and more emo when Im recounting the CIP.&lt;br /&gt;S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY THIS WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;spent the weekend with H&lt;br /&gt;ACJC funfair with H and spent $9 at this stupid game stall (their prize is this super cute and huge cookie monster pushie!)&lt;br /&gt;4x100m with liuyi nick and wee for combined sports meet.&lt;br /&gt;(I fervently hope that we can get into the finals again like last year:D)&lt;br /&gt;I've pawned maths and got 50/60, and probably an A1 for biology according to xinyu&lt;br /&gt;(But I've flunked chinese and physics D:)&lt;br /&gt;Guitar hero and pastamania with teammatez&lt;br /&gt;My coco halter is on the way to sg now (YAY)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-6103933599899665843?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6103933599899665843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=6103933599899665843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6103933599899665843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/6103933599899665843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-16th-birthday-nick-elysha-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R--VhN5tTDI/AAAAAAAAAk4/7BYwb82vlWc/s72-c/P1030568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-75795123484072582</id><published>2008-03-21T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T06:58:54.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;congrats dear on your post to seargent sch hahahaha see told you youre not the stupid guy okayyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ai ni yi bei zi mwakzzz kekeZ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maths paper was alright I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT YOU KNOW SOMETHING,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the day of maths paper, I forgot to bring my calculator can =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I reallised it only when im like 2 stops away from hci bus stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTH/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I fell aslp during bio (again, idk why i always fall aslp during tests)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and did the bonus question for maths (x=square root of 2 minus 1, i calculated the values for xsquare, xcube and all the way to x to the power of 8. process is damn tedious i wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-75795123484072582?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/75795123484072582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=75795123484072582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/75795123484072582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/75795123484072582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/congrats-dear-on-your-post-to-seargent.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-4065525592486933499</id><published>2008-03-19T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:46.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R-EMw03q3GI/AAAAAAAAAhA/T_-V194WUso/s1600-h/Burgerbox1-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179435079418174562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R-EMw03q3GI/AAAAAAAAAhA/T_-V194WUso/s320/Burgerbox1-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R-EMxU3q3HI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0J8zag1nOII/s1600-h/Cocohalterdelias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179435088008109170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R-EMxU3q3HI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0J8zag1nOII/s320/Cocohalterdelias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chinese down, many more to go.&lt;br /&gt;They're so mean to us D: they tried evry single way to generate the EOY atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;eg. we had to arrange our tables&amp;amp;chairs in this rlly EOY alike manner, have to write on the foolscaps provided by them, have to tie strings to our compos.&lt;br /&gt;I think I scribbled super fast during chinese paper 2. I was left with like, one whole hour, after reading the last compre passage and completed 3 compres &amp;amp; 1 cloze passage.&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm done, I'm still 30-40mins ahead of time, and I just fall aslp on my table like that!&lt;br /&gt;untill 10mins before the designated time, then I woke up to do a last min check of my answers.&lt;br /&gt;Actually last min answer-checks are useless cause Im pretty obstinate, will not change my answer. I go by intuition.&lt;br /&gt;(im rlly stressed up now)&lt;br /&gt;Maths, Eng, Bio tmrw. Can die.&lt;br /&gt;Maths is the first damned paper in th morning, when Im still semiawake.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be totally mentally exhausted after maths paper plz.&lt;br /&gt;they rlly shld reschedule maths to another day, and leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, I got several cheap thrills this week! :D&lt;br /&gt;Heritage1981 plaided babydoll at only $15 (brand new with tag and button) hahaha it fits me like my skin! :D&lt;br /&gt;Getting a duper cute burger lunchbox tmrw, and my delias coco halter soon! :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-4065525592486933499?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4065525592486933499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=4065525592486933499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4065525592486933499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4065525592486933499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/chinese-down-many-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R-EMw03q3GI/AAAAAAAAAhA/T_-V194WUso/s72-c/Burgerbox1-2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-1204841929029195248</id><published>2008-03-09T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T04:52:29.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know an average healthy person sleeps 7hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;I broke that record by sleeping 13hours yesterday):&lt;br /&gt;(ohmygosh it rhymes hahahhaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Whatever. I'm turning into some huamn pig mutant, eat, sleep, repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-1204841929029195248?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1204841929029195248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=1204841929029195248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1204841929029195248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1204841929029195248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-average-healthy-person-sleeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-5582719250815803128</id><published>2008-03-07T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:46.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R9PQm03q2tI/AAAAAAAAAd4/fRG9Fy-Msl4/s1600-h/P1030383.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R9FDGk3q2mI/AAAAAAAAAc8/RA8AJR4uRXM/s1600-h/P1030485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174991227080858210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R9FDGk3q2mI/AAAAAAAAAc8/RA8AJR4uRXM/s320/P1030485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R9FDIE3q2nI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lhYUIOCsFeM/s1600-h/P1030381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174991252850662002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R9FDIE3q2nI/AAAAAAAAAdE/lhYUIOCsFeM/s320/P1030381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graces camp is over, in a blink of my eyez, it is over before I can even realise it. I think they should extend the duration of the camp, seriously. We do not get enough rest every night cause of the late night formal dinners and we seldom get to exercise our lazy bums ): most of the times we're just sitting there, listening to elaine and learn how to peel prawn shells without using our bare hands. Or, learn how to be a good emceee(HAHHA it's so ironic. He who supposed to teach us how to do public speaking is not good at it ) many of my friends cant believe his claim that his books are the bestsellers. =.= &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Th last camp in nanyang and certainly th most exclusive camp I ever had. To a certain extent it is special to me. Number one Im bunking with other class people. they are rlly &lt;a href="mailto:&amp;amp;%5E&amp;amp;@$"&gt;&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;@$&lt;/a&gt;^ hosts, and this unique experience made me appreciate my class better. Although 405 is not very lively, but they are filled with nice people who is outgoing and nice. Number two we had a class meeting before the formal dinner on thurs night and for the first time I felt the presence of class bonding or class spirit amongst us. Everyone is so concerned about nick and wee I can tell. Number three I get to rlly bond with the class, even if it is only very little interaction via games and what nots between the class. Maybe I should try to love my class more, afterall, they are my classmates for 2 years, and some for 4years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WO AI 405 :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Biology talk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LA free picked essay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chem holiday assignment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Blocked tests&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grading + National individuals. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-5582719250815803128?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5582719250815803128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=5582719250815803128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5582719250815803128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5582719250815803128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cant-believe-i-took-more-than-100.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R9FDGk3q2mI/AAAAAAAAAc8/RA8AJR4uRXM/s72-c/P1030485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-5829801646597390123</id><published>2008-03-03T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:47.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R8vwGW6WfHI/AAAAAAAAAcc/dJCy3oIo1PI/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173492588985351282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R8vwGW6WfHI/AAAAAAAAAcc/dJCy3oIo1PI/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R8vwG26WfII/AAAAAAAAAck/-l2usZvfL2o/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173492597575285890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R8vwG26WfII/AAAAAAAAAck/-l2usZvfL2o/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my topshop white canvas flats so much I wore them t sch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today rained donkeys and monkeys when I was on my way to orchard with jo. Throughout the whole bus journey I was rambling and whining to him about agh and how agh hates me and how i hate agh as well. He told me smth happened to one of his girl frenz and I was like WHATTTTTT super loudly on th bus, in the presences of bella, portia, jinyao, xinyu and yihui. (Okay I tried to ask ppl to go out w me alot of times before, and always ended up getting rejected. Maybe Im too boring to hang out with yada yada I miss yushi and th old madeline and th old jiemin. Look at yushi madeline and jiemin now. one turn lesbian one turn religious obsessed one turn shoppaholic spends like hundreds everyday) K I think I always overreact. Must tell h about it later, it's so OMGz la wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got my 2 prettaye dresses :D hahaha I love them so not going to sell them away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R8vwHW6WfKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/sIlnkGFyU7g/s1600-h/DSC00769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173492606165220514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R8vwHW6WfKI/AAAAAAAAAc0/sIlnkGFyU7g/s320/DSC00769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R8vwHG6WfJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/y1qFSLxd4iw/s1600-h/DSC00776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173492601870253202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R8vwHG6WfJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/y1qFSLxd4iw/s320/DSC00776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After meeting up w th girl Jo and I went t food jnction t eat, and they have like rlly colourful tables and chairs. There's red orange blue purple green pink. You name it, they have it. So I purposely picked th pink table t sit down hahaha Jo was feeling kinda embarrassed and asked why did I chose pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OHHHH! did I mention, at the entrance there is this alphabet sofas. and I saw this cute girl sinking her butt in one of th letter o sofa. in order to prove that my butt is petite sizeddd, I went to give a try and squeeze my ass down the gap of the O sofa ahhaa so kewwwlz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great world city has ZARA like omggggz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went back to town t walk around in topshop and f21. I hate wisma's f21. so small. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Jo had to go and accompany th girl who went for ajfabnjfhjawknk today. and her bf apparently dumped her today as well I think. S:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love my &lt;s&gt;boyfriend&lt;/s&gt;husband and I know he loves me too :D He wont even dare to try t throw me aside one day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-5829801646597390123?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5829801646597390123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=5829801646597390123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5829801646597390123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5829801646597390123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-my-topshop-white-canvas-flats-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R8vwGW6WfHI/AAAAAAAAAcc/dJCy3oIo1PI/s72-c/Xiaozhuluvdazhu017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-7077668748151190755</id><published>2008-03-02T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:54:17.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first day into career conference. We had a marvelous talk from the halogen association by Mr Martin Tan followed by the engineering research by DSO. (OH the girl was a ex-nanyang girl also hahaha) I think I'm more of the maths/sciences kind of person, so most probably I'll go for engineering :D I like defence science. I think weapons are cool, and if I can improvise weapons that will be even cooler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'm bored out of shit here, it's lunch break now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im gonna attend another talk later, if my memory doesnt fail me, it's medicine later. I dont even think I can make it for medicine/dentistry. My biology is pwahhhhaa D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Graces camp is in 2 days and I havent pack my luaggage yet shucks and I havent got my disposable undies/insect repellent/sun block blahblahblah. Usually Im super excited about camps cause I can finally sleepover at somewhere else besides my house, and there are numerous fun activities planned for th camp. This time round, Im so NOT looking forward to this graces camp. By it's name, you'll probably guess it's something got to do about poises, etiquettes, table manners and whatnots. Yes, and youre absolutely right. We're gna sleep over at downtown east chalet (which is goood) and we're gna learn how to do make up and things related to grooming our appearance during th camp. I hate putting on make up, it's so fake. I cant bear to see a powdered overloaded ghostly face when I look into a mirror. terrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and guess what, my gown is almost bareback. they dont allow bareback at all. How stupid. Although Im in a very elegant gown, looks however can be deceiving most of th time. I'll just giev myself away when I started to eat my piece of steak using my bare hands. I can never appreciate forks and knives properly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh did I mention? Carol visited us last week. she came back in the NJC uniform. I think she looks beter in NJC uniform than in nanyang paper bag. probably every sch's uniforms are way better than nanyang's (haha except scgs). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay I gtg for the medicine talk now. baibai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-7077668748151190755?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7077668748151190755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=7077668748151190755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/7077668748151190755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/7077668748151190755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-day-into-career-conference.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-8334138478627050160</id><published>2008-03-01T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T05:32:44.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARLING MUACKKXXXXZZZzzz!</title><content type='html'>老婆我永远都深深爱你！老婆有时候我很笨害你哭。。。对不起小猪=（都是我fault! 老婆看你不高兴的时候我的心好痛好痛。。。我也不知为何。。。老婆你的每一个笑值千金。。。bweh dear你不要看不起自己你一点都不胖，一点都不肥，你恨飘亮， 你真的很美。。。我永远都爱你的傻瓜不管任何事。。。我对你的爱不会改变。。。你永远都是我的小猪，我唯一的老婆！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-8334138478627050160?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8334138478627050160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=8334138478627050160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8334138478627050160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8334138478627050160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/darling-muackkxxxxzzzzzz.html' title='DARLING MUACKKXXXXZZZzzz!'/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-9041034462228865335</id><published>2008-03-01T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:47.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R8lHEm6WezI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fsQkLcBqrsQ/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172743791502064434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R8lHEm6WezI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fsQkLcBqrsQ/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Forever 21&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chant w me. yes I knw you luv f21 too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love h th most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-9041034462228865335?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9041034462228865335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=9041034462228865335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/9041034462228865335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/9041034462228865335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-forever-21-i-love-forever-21-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R8lHEm6WezI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fsQkLcBqrsQ/s72-c/Xiaozhuluvdazhu010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-4595346540888818534</id><published>2008-02-28T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:30:56.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever CCA is getting their own jackets.&lt;br /&gt;Basketball.&lt;br /&gt;MIND SPORTS (?!)&lt;br /&gt;debates.&lt;br /&gt;String Ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;Netball is having their jackets soon. =.=&lt;br /&gt;EVERBODY IN NANYANG HAS CCA JACKETS EXCEPT FOR JUDO ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how saddening.&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should print my very own nyjudo jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so sure this time that I'll quit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All thanks to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-4595346540888818534?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4595346540888818534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=4595346540888818534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4595346540888818534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4595346540888818534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/ever-cca-is-getting-their-own-jackets.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-5706870615772027079</id><published>2008-02-22T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:47.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R79paLODQ7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/3N7nR7VyGpo/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169966795653858226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R79paLODQ7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/3N7nR7VyGpo/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere I go, people went like " OMG yh what happened to your face?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will repeat the same old thing over and over again. "oh it's allergic, I'm allergic to amocilin."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This 2 long weeks that seem to be eternal for me, I will always rmb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyw carol is transfering to NJC integrated programme. Idk why, she's gna explain t th class on monday according to lss. maybe she hates nanyang (like me) and doesnt rlly like 405 (like me too) I dont mind transfering to NJC whicis next door, ahhaha. and finally I can wear a &lt;strong&gt;PROPERLY &lt;u&gt;sleeved&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; uniform to sch. &lt;s&gt;with no lss to nag about my uniform/hair/bra colour/number of ear studs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is bad news, because, in lifeskills camp (week 10) Im bunking with carol, yingyan and xx. apparently yingyan and xx will have netball match and trainings on some of the days during th camp, and if carol is transfering out, then I will be sleeping alone ): so pathetic la ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DONT WANT TO SLEEP ALONE -SOBS- IT'S SO SCARY IN DOWNTON EAST. ):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, I haven buy my gown for th formal dinner yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you surprised? Sarah was, when I told her that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what she said, "Oh I thought you will buy like 8gowns or smth" =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shui zhe me you qian, buy 8 gowns =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst come to worst, I'll just wear my cheongsam for 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH OH OH ytd we had fashion show during PCCG in the auditorium! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omggg hahaha first time in nanyang! I dont understand why they chose debbie=./= shes so fat. haha sorraye, but it's th truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;later Im gna have trng, which sucks. I hate saturdays. packed with activities ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing t look forward t : H and I are going to watch Juno tgt tmrw yay. Maybe we're going to eat sushi tgt yay maybe we're going to eat dingtaifung tgt triple yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-5706870615772027079?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5706870615772027079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=5706870615772027079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5706870615772027079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5706870615772027079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/everywhere-i-go-people-went-like-omg-yh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R79paLODQ7I/AAAAAAAAAXk/3N7nR7VyGpo/s72-c/Xiaozhuluvdazhu023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-5582569582759940150</id><published>2008-02-18T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:48.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmM7ODQ3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Lh8JgudgUpM/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168274419625444210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmM7ODQ3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Lh8JgudgUpM/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmNLODQ4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/y1JZwzpTo5M/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168274423920411522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmNLODQ4I/AAAAAAAAAXM/y1JZwzpTo5M/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "chubby" brother. Went to fetch him from sch on th CNY celebration so you can see alot of th kiddos wearing their traditional costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmDbODQyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hvd8oWiqELM/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168274256416686882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmDbODQyI/AAAAAAAAAWc/hvd8oWiqELM/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscences of Shanghai trip 2007! :D I miss my bunkmates (in pic) and High school affiliated to jiaotong university! Dont mind going there this yr end again ahhaha. Then again, maybe not. It's pretty pointless. I think I'd rather go Japan and buy my silk kimono dress! I can twait to have one. I always loveeee the kimonos and the humangous ribbon that you tie it on the kimono. hahaha so kyuuuuute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmELODQzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vzYgggvpE_g/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168274269301588786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmELODQzI/AAAAAAAAAWk/vzYgggvpE_g/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new dress from alloy.com  HEARTS HEARTS AND MORE HEARTS!&lt;br /&gt;Shipped from the US! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmEbODQ0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/QGGLqHAmV_g/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168274273596556098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmEbODQ0I/AAAAAAAAAWs/QGGLqHAmV_g/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmErODQ1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-ljOipdKQ4U/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168274277891523410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmErODQ1I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-ljOipdKQ4U/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a chance to wear my red leggings out, it's been in my wardrobe for donkey years.&lt;br /&gt;And people on th streets stareee at it when I walk past them. =.=&lt;br /&gt;and I love my white Topshop canvas flats they are just so comfy hahaha (but I love H the most)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmE7ODQ2I/AAAAAAAAAW8/49OL1d9aRTs/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168274282186490722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmE7ODQ2I/AAAAAAAAAW8/49OL1d9aRTs/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ill from the very beginning of chinese new yr till now.&lt;br /&gt;First, I've got a rlly bad headache after visiting Kranji War memorial on the monday of the CNY week. I thought I had fever cause my forehead is very warm, and I felt very giddy, probably I'm too worn out nowadays. Went to see a doc, he took my temp, however my temp is fine. So in the end, I paid like what, $23 for a pad of panadols. How stupid can I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the Sunday on the very same week, I took amoxylin, a kind of anitibiotics that you eat when you've got flu, so I took 2 pills of it and happily went bugis shopping with my grandpa after that to shop for h's valentines day present. got him this DIY handphone pouch with Pooh and Piglet design, it's irresistably cute so I got it for h :) On the way there I began scratching my fingers lke mad, it's freakingly itchy for no reason. No mosquito bites at all.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, my face was bloated the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt open my eyelids at all. Like, no matter how hard you try, the eyelids just wont listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my body started to develop rashes! It's so horrible that everyone who saw it strongly advised me to consult doc on that day. I bore with it until tuesday when I totally cant stand it anymore, my skin is on the verge of peeling off from all the hardcore scratchings. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw the doc said that Im allergic to amoxylin.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. and now my face is still bloated, with the skin on my lips peeling off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, weekends are always, definitely spent with my favourite boy on this planet Earth.&lt;br /&gt;I helped out h's momma in the preparation of sunday's lunch! :D HEEEE I CUT THE VEGETABLES FOR HER! AND THEY ARE ALL EVENLY SLICED! so proud of myself hehhhehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must rmb to get the guzheng tuner from eli tmrw and tune my guzheng.&lt;br /&gt;havent touch it for ages since the swell fo my middle finger. (okay this is random)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-5582569582759940150?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5582569582759940150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=5582569582759940150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5582569582759940150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5582569582759940150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-chubby-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R7lmM7ODQ3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Lh8JgudgUpM/s72-c/Xiaozhuluvdazhu068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-1924028958315610826</id><published>2008-02-07T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:49.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6uj56zGkpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dd4vvd10LrI/s1600-h/P1030080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164401613141873298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6uj56zGkpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dd4vvd10LrI/s320/P1030080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I still can fit into my pri sch cheongsam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6uj6KzGkqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sseiLulqXpM/s1600-h/P1030106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164401617436840610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6uj6KzGkqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/sseiLulqXpM/s320/P1030106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my 美腿s look very skinny here, HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;Shall get more colour leggings, and try to wear my red/white leggings out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6uj6qzGkrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ir3gC1uREtY/s1600-h/P1030097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164401626026775218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6uj6qzGkrI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ir3gC1uREtY/s320/P1030097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6uj66zGksI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7fUyTxP3Vvw/s1600-h/P1030167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164401630321742530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6uj66zGksI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7fUyTxP3Vvw/s320/P1030167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, ahhaha look at this advertisement!&lt;br /&gt;-giggles cheekily. (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CNY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-1924028958315610826?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1924028958315610826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=1924028958315610826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1924028958315610826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1924028958315610826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-believe-i-still-can-fit-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6uj56zGkpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/dd4vvd10LrI/s72-c/P1030080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-480551057148683851</id><published>2008-02-06T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:52.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nDK6zGkgI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wUgNKnMCKvI/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163873040106689026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nDK6zGkgI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wUgNKnMCKvI/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cutest Laibixiaoxin! :D I think Botak guys are usually very cute, hah, and you can buy lots of head accessories for them eg. Beanies, caps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nC6KzGkbI/AAAAAAAAATo/A3MXfPKdAcY/s1600-h/P1020658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163872752343880114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nC6KzGkbI/AAAAAAAAATo/A3MXfPKdAcY/s320/P1020658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nC6azGkcI/AAAAAAAAATw/lwos7LmSjZg/s1600-h/P1020576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163872756638847426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nC6azGkcI/AAAAAAAAATw/lwos7LmSjZg/s320/P1020576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nC6qzGkdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Vy6xe1jlEmg/s1600-h/P1020585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163872760933814738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nC6qzGkdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Vy6xe1jlEmg/s320/P1020585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nBxqzGkaI/AAAAAAAAATg/hvDi_erhBI4/s1600-h/P1020651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871506803364258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nBxqzGkaI/AAAAAAAAATg/hvDi_erhBI4/s320/P1020651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa. Were celebrating our 2nd anniversary in advance.&lt;br /&gt;LUGE RIDE! :D heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nC66zGkeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WICVTwU5rb0/s1600-h/12122007+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163872765228782050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nC66zGkeI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WICVTwU5rb0/s320/12122007+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by sara the intruder. Can't understand why she and peiyi laughed for a whole 10mins when they saw us like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nC7KzGkfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HO_uNtB5TxM/s1600-h/P1020743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163872769523749362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nC7KzGkfI/AAAAAAAAAUI/HO_uNtB5TxM/s320/P1020743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nBt6zGkWI/AAAAAAAAATA/0ZMoBmItf4s/s1600-h/P1020863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871442378854754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nBt6zGkWI/AAAAAAAAATA/0ZMoBmItf4s/s320/P1020863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these 2 women's faces, they look like they've got the biggest shock in their life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nBuazGkXI/AAAAAAAAATI/Kr1iEpw-fYI/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(533).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871450968789362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nBuazGkXI/AAAAAAAAATI/Kr1iEpw-fYI/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(533).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nBuqzGkYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4E2w1Dujj5E/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(483).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871455263756674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nBuqzGkYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4E2w1Dujj5E/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(483).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nBu6zGkZI/AAAAAAAAATY/ePgMywYHwR0/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(555).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163871459558723986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nBu6zGkZI/AAAAAAAAATY/ePgMywYHwR0/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(555).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I need to start taking more picture. Life is rlly dull without any fragments to keep your memory fresh. Should I scan and upload my childhood photos? HAHAH I've got alot of interesting photos to share. My throat + middle finger hurts like fuck now (after drinking bird nest's soup + shark fin soup and spraining my middle finegr during sat's hci trng.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait, can't wait t move into my new house in Telok Blangah,&lt;em&gt; 5 yrs&lt;/em&gt; later.&lt;br /&gt;Went to select the flat ytd with momma and papa. I wanted 105 cause it was facing th sea and surely it'll fetch us a handsome price next time if we wanna sell. But one big con about it is that it's facing th west, meaning that in th afternoon th whole house will be freaking hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In th end we bought 103, at the 21st storey, where we can see th sea (abit) and plus the whole scenary of the city area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohman, Im rlly looking forward to it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will you hold me if I held out my hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is the sweetest drug coated with sugarhoney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-480551057148683851?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/480551057148683851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=480551057148683851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/480551057148683851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/480551057148683851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/02/cant-wait-cant-wait-t-move-into-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6nDK6zGkgI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/wUgNKnMCKvI/s72-c/Xiaozhuluvdazhu040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-661843041654795623</id><published>2008-01-30T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:56.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I WANT YOU BACK ): It's almost 2 weeks without seeing you alr )): &amp;amp; I still got to wait patiently till friday then maybe can hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;Okay dazhu sorry I'm gonna make a confession, while you're away I bought alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;These are what I bought. I think of getting gray and pink leggings as well, oh man, I need someone to control my spendings. ): I was even thinking to get the fredflare frenchfry pouch which costs like $28? inclusive of shippings and all those. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9wazGkHI/AAAAAAAAARI/uhrZ-928xKk/s1600-h/3299_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161263443747442802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9wazGkHI/AAAAAAAAARI/uhrZ-928xKk/s320/3299_C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B3W6zGj5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/YsZeMiLzPmM/s1600-h/pleated+crowl+neck+sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161256408591011730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B3W6zGj5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/YsZeMiLzPmM/s320/pleated+crowl+neck+sweater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B3X6zGj6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/OThw2GUAPxI/s1600-h/2218297205_a6344f7624_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161256425770880930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B3X6zGj6I/AAAAAAAAAPg/OThw2GUAPxI/s320/2218297205_a6344f7624_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B3YKzGj7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/G-oKFfGE8f8/s1600-h/GEOTRIANGLEBARRELBAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161256430065848242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B3YKzGj7I/AAAAAAAAAPo/G-oKFfGE8f8/s320/GEOTRIANGLEBARRELBAG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B3YqzGj8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/EWAUmilBnAM/s1600-h/B5303-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161256438655782850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B3YqzGj8I/AAAAAAAAAPw/EWAUmilBnAM/s320/B5303-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B3aKzGj9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ysS6XLuSvXo/s1600-h/hottopicblacktripleguntank2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161256464425586642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B3aKzGj9I/AAAAAAAAAP4/ysS6XLuSvXo/s320/hottopicblacktripleguntank2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will not go overseas universities. I realised Im not that independant and strong enough to go some foreign country to persue my studies. Newspaper reported that the business course in NTU is ranked number 46 in the whole world, it's just one after shanghai jiaotong university (I went to the high school affliated to shanghai jiaotong university last sch hols :). And mind you, one of the girl who graduated from there, her starting pay was like $2.5k? then it increased to $5k and then now she's 31 yrs old and her pay is like more than $10k =.=&lt;br /&gt;imagine $10k a month for your salary. OMGZ thats alot, okay at least to me now it seems alot. Most probably I'll get even greedier in future and eyes for $30k pay per month kind of thing. And finally I can like shop whereever I want, and can spend like $1k on overseas fashion (singapore fashion is HORRIBLE you cant find anything nice here, think of local brands like Newbie) sites like TOPSHOP, F21, Hot Topic, Fredflare, Vans, Delias, ect etc omg I can get my everything there ahhaha I got carried away by my daydream -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, IF, I repeat, IF, I can get a high salary job like that girl, I shall first buy my dad a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; BMW? Mitsubishi? Honda? (No toyotas plz, they're way too commonnnnn on th roads), and then get my mum a authentic Prada handbag + some $5k at least watch for her?, get my grandparents anything they want? and get my another mommy and daddy some designer clothes (think the shanghai fashion designer I visited last sch hols, he's a baldman as well. One design costs around $3k) and get my h a BUNGALOW HAHAH 3 STOREY AT LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, we all need a fantasy world, right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Edit]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My wishlist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B-dqzGkMI/AAAAAAAAARw/6q1bw-r6Ddk/s1600-h/singin%27-in-the-rain+earring+set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161264221136523458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B-dqzGkMI/AAAAAAAAARw/6q1bw-r6Ddk/s320/singin%27-in-the-rain+earring+set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B-dazGkLI/AAAAAAAAARo/u29DKEPewoU/s1600-h/rain+parade+mini+umbrellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161264216841556146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B-dazGkLI/AAAAAAAAARo/u29DKEPewoU/s320/rain+parade+mini+umbrellas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B-cqzGkKI/AAAAAAAAARg/LMjwBucBcAw/s1600-h/chain+gang+tie+flats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161264203956654242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B-cqzGkKI/AAAAAAAAARg/LMjwBucBcAw/s320/chain+gang+tie+flats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B-cqzGkJI/AAAAAAAAARY/FozXZKJ7MCQ/s1600-h/3410_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161264203956654226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B-cqzGkJI/AAAAAAAAARY/FozXZKJ7MCQ/s320/3410_C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B-cKzGkII/AAAAAAAAARQ/Nae5IAJZGBE/s1600-h/peanuts+scaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161264195366719618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B-cKzGkII/AAAAAAAAARQ/Nae5IAJZGBE/s320/peanuts+scaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9vKzGkDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/raziQ_FJLP4/s1600-h/1962_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161263422272606258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9vKzGkDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/raziQ_FJLP4/s320/1962_C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9wKzGkGI/AAAAAAAAARA/FpIUPWj0VNY/s1600-h/3005_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161263439452475490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9wKzGkGI/AAAAAAAAARA/FpIUPWj0VNY/s320/3005_C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9v6zGkEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ut3vV-mMZXo/s1600-h/1964_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161263435157508162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9v6zGkEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ut3vV-mMZXo/s320/1964_C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9wKzGkFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cenTn73qWDg/s1600-h/2698_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161263439452475474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9wKzGkFI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cenTn73qWDg/s320/2698_C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9I6zGj-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/U4Zm7q6DxWs/s1600-h/Bolt+Loafer+FlatF21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161262765142609890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9I6zGj-I/AAAAAAAAAQA/U4Zm7q6DxWs/s320/Bolt+Loafer+FlatF21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9JazGkAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TctTbhzP_TE/s1600-h/H81+Aspen+Sweater+Top+F21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161262773732544514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9JazGkAI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/TctTbhzP_TE/s320/H81+Aspen+Sweater+Top+F21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9JqzGkBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1PQGSMT4KgI/s1600-h/H81+Sleeveless+Knit++F21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161262778027511826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9JqzGkBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/1PQGSMT4KgI/s320/H81+Sleeveless+Knit++F21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9KKzGkCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NLwrV4z-Iy8/s1600-h/Rainbow+Pulse+Jacket+F21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161262786617446434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9KKzGkCI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NLwrV4z-Iy8/s320/Rainbow+Pulse+Jacket+F21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[/edit] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.s. these are just 1/10 of my actual wish list? haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-661843041654795623?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/661843041654795623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=661843041654795623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/661843041654795623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/661843041654795623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-you-back-its-almost-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R6B9wazGkHI/AAAAAAAAARI/uhrZ-928xKk/s72-c/3299_C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-885554265246951548</id><published>2008-01-27T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T06:40:40.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating this rotten dead blog due to like rlly busy and hectic schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Sch was fine nowadays I guess, with homeworks and presentations piling up.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nice tablemates like yumi and zihui, only when shes rlly nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;I met zihui ytd on the famous bridge after hci trng, she was like "YANGHANNN!" I looked up and I tell you, I got a shock of my life. I always thought she wears T-shirts and thats all (assumptions made based on her neoprints)&lt;br /&gt;Guess what she wore, she wore this sexy hot pink bohemian smocked tube with jeans. hahaha okay my fashion vocabulary is very wide hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today went out with sara to get our new yr clothes. supposedly with peiyi too, but she last min pangsehed us X(&lt;br /&gt;I got myself this turtle neck dress (shit lss is like influencing me with her dressing) which costs me a bomb from F21.&lt;br /&gt;Haha anyw it's claimed from mama so heck cares la.&lt;br /&gt;So, I've got a black turtle neck dress for new yr hehehehehe. who says black is unauspicious! it's classy for a new yr okey.&lt;br /&gt;Sara got herself this black cardigan from zara, hah, so poor thing, she brought out her mum's card and just spent $40 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dazhu, wo hen xiang ni )))))))))))): ni zhi dao ma?&lt;br /&gt;Sara was like telling me about Adam, and she asked whether you pay for me when we go out, I was like yeah, he pays everything for me, he wouldnt allow me to pay at all. Sara was like whoaaa, he must be very richhh luh. I was like, no luh, he stays in HDB, and pocket money only $40 per week. Last time when I was so ignorant and tyrannical like a spoilt brat, I demanded alot of things eg. roses from him, I took him for granted. But later I realise, in order to save up as much money for us to spend when we go out, he forces himself to spend $2 a day on food in school only.&lt;br /&gt;Sara was like, eh he is a very goood bf leh, not like **** HAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, baby, I knew I took you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I know I hurt you alot I disappointed you I let you down so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies are not even the least thing I can make it up.&lt;br /&gt;What I shall do, is to fulfil my promise and stay by your side forever and ever and ever. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-885554265246951548?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/885554265246951548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=885554265246951548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/885554265246951548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/885554265246951548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/sorry-for-not-updating-this-rotten-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-386748681224992291</id><published>2008-01-19T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:17:28.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE YOU LAOPO!</title><content type='html'>Darling duipuqi.... ate medicine was too drowsy again.. thn fell aslp sigh i even put hp alarm la.. Hahaz guess i'm realli a pig... dear realli wanted tok to u ytd night till late late i realli miss u so so much u know... bweh... darlin 25mths le bweh.... time pass so fast but my love for u will nv fade off de.... darlin.... i help u search the infomation u need le.. i sending to your e-mail after this.. bweh cant believe i such a pig can! HMPH! bweh hahaz now is like 1+ in the morning la.. bweh  dear i LOVE YOU! hope u slping swtly now in bed.... darlin i'm always with u de.... HMPH! i dun want be angel! darlin i juz want u be my wife... bweh ! wo hao ai ni laopo! MUACKS... swt dreams k dear.. will be seeing u tml again YAY!XD now feeling much better le dear so dun need worri le...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-386748681224992291?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/386748681224992291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=386748681224992291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/386748681224992291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/386748681224992291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-you-laopo.html' title='LOVE YOU LAOPO!'/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-1711628859932882586</id><published>2008-01-19T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T06:29:23.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM NOT GOING TO EAT CHOCOLATES ANYMORE/FOR A LONG PERIOD OF TIME FULLSTOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wna know why, it's because the poor people in Africa have to survived on $1 per day!! This meagre amount is not even enough for me to buy a bra from sch =.= okay anyway, they are living under absolute poverty, deprived of food, water, lodgings and whatsoevers. Talk about poverty, it fits fine into IH curriculum. But the notes they gave are just descibing how the world has got more than enough food for eveyone in the world, but there's still people who are malnutritioned in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the child workers there are kidnapped slaves! They are being whipped to pluck the cocoa. One of the boy even said &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when people eat chocolate, they're eating my flesh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hello, can we stop eating chocolates? No matter how much we love them. But those people who plucked cocoa with their own hands can't even taste chocolate in their whole entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so priviledged.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll stop eating chocolates, I'll try my best to resist the temptations. Hope you will too.&lt;br /&gt;darling, so tmrw dont have to get me Pods anymore. Now everytime I see chocolates, I visualise those slaves working under the hot sun, perspiring like mad, plucking the cocoa, getting pricked by the needles (if there is any hahahaha). Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me type a chinese entry. (erhemmmm)&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的，我知道你现在正编织着美梦。因为你没有接听我的电话！&lt;br /&gt;哈哈这并不重要。&lt;br /&gt;我只想让你知道我非常非常地思念你。&lt;br /&gt;这是关于我们生命中守护天使的一个故事……在我们的人生中，除了家人、朋友和情人之外，最关心我们的应该就是守护天使了吧？在我们人生中的起起落落，他都在。你和他的关系是多么的微妙！是一种说不出的特别。守护天使和被守护的人之间只存有关心，但不了解的人却常把它视为一种不寻常的关系。有人说，情人和守护天使之间只有一线之差，也许吧。可是，爱情和友谊是不能同时存在的。当不了你的情人，他能成为你生命中最珍惜你，你也很珍惜他的守护天使。可是，守护天使永远不会成为你的情人。因为他非常了解你所要的幸福。守护天使可以说是超越情人那种界线的特别人物吧。你明白吗？就是当你把悲伤和他分享，悲伤就减少一半；当你和他分享快乐，快乐就会加倍。他不是陪在你左右的人，而是在你背后默默守护着你的人。他总会在你需要依靠的时候出现。这是一种说不清楚的默契。尽管你不想麻烦他，他也会在你崩溃之前的那一刹那借你肩膀哭泣。有了他，你能勇敢地往前冲。当你失意时，他会把躲起来的你，无论是天涯海角，都把你找出来。追求梦想时，尽管你看不到尽头，但是你知道，当你到达了那里，他也会在那里。可是，抵达终点时，天使往往不是站在你身旁的那个人，而是在你背后默默地为你高兴的那个。他不会埋怨，而是笑着陪你走完这条路。可是，请记得，他是伟大的，而不是一个垃圾桶。:)&lt;br /&gt;我相信，你就是我的天使&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-1711628859932882586?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1711628859932882586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=1711628859932882586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1711628859932882586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1711628859932882586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-going-to-eat-chocolates.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-4004401006420340048</id><published>2008-01-19T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T03:27:01.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM TH WORLD'S BIGGEST FOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Sriously, for wearing black bra + my oversized paperbag uniform + sitting right in front under the nose of lss + airing my armpits = "Are you wearing coloured bra?"-lss. (she actually stared at my armpits for very long)&lt;br /&gt;"Um, yes"&lt;br /&gt;"See me during recess then."&lt;br /&gt;"Um okay"&lt;br /&gt;The end product, will be me buying a $5 white bra from th sch and have to changed into it immediately. wtf. Actually I shld feel happy about it cause it's 100% cotton and not as uncomfortable as what Faith described it to be. haha I didnt spend my day pinching my chest away, although it gets quite itchy sometimes. Oh well. Before this I have only 2, no, technically only one white bra, the other was light pink. Now with th addition of this one, I've got 2white bras officially! :D hooooray. speaks to the bra "welcome to the familayyyye" hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to be promoted to hcjc and then I can wear bras of different colours everyday.&lt;br /&gt;"Today I've got Maths test so must wear red bra+underpant" HAHHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;Stupid lss. siwei didnt buy the white bra when she got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. Enough of the bras thingo. Oh btw, Im not very discreet about this kinda things, so um, bear with me, if not you can always choose to click the X sign at the top righ hand corner of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to get some sleep desperately.&lt;br /&gt;Even Paultan observed that. He told me, Yanghan you need to get some sleep. You got the many-days-didnt-slept-well kind of look on you.&lt;br /&gt;Im like, huh rlly? okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-heaves a huge sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I sleep early?&lt;br /&gt;I've got LA presentation bg info research, maths ws 1.2, bio ws1.2, chem spa skill3 trail, chinese 成语 and physics quiz to study for. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me how to sleep early.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;TELL ME&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;ALL BY MONDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmrw I'm gna spend my day in hwa chong, fighting for the stupid competition.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;OH, h just smsed em to remind me that my show is gna start soon, so ciao people!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-4004401006420340048?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4004401006420340048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=4004401006420340048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4004401006420340048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4004401006420340048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-th-worlds-biggest-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-3718990320908864483</id><published>2008-01-19T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T02:19:59.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARLING</title><content type='html'>老婆25mths 了！！！！！ 我好想你！！！ now your at the busstop waitin for bus to go home from guzheng bweh.... hope the bus quickly com so u can go home rest earlier.... bweh dear dun want u tire out yourself know u been not slping well so bsy and rushing here and there these days and worryin abt me and coming take care of me... darlin... seeing u so tired out my heart realli hurts.... go rest earlier k.... nex time when i get better le let me go find u instead...alrite my dear?.... bweh wanted pei u long but haf to go out eat already... ytd tupid medicine make me so drowsy thn fell aslp so so earli la... sigh... didnt get to hear my dear's voice b4 i go slp... darlin.. i LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-3718990320908864483?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3718990320908864483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=3718990320908864483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/3718990320908864483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/3718990320908864483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/darling.html' title='DARLING'/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-8358345000380304939</id><published>2008-01-13T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:57.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO :D&lt;br /&gt;pics here, as promised earlier:D&lt;br /&gt;There are lots more, these are just part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R4ocv8bLBFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Il9p441zPUk/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154964333478478930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R4ocv8bLBFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Il9p441zPUk/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really breathtaking view from yumi's balcony. at 29th storey, fyi. My legs wobbled like jelly when I first stood at balcony and looked down in a bird's view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R4ocwcbLBGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WwFfZ--tMjQ/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154964342068413538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R4ocwcbLBGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WwFfZ--tMjQ/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reaaranged her soft toys for her!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R4ocwsbLBHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/F8l_Gwkhs9k/s1600-h/Xiaozhuluvdazhu071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154964346363380850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R4ocwsbLBHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/F8l_Gwkhs9k/s320/Xiaozhuluvdazhu071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rlly cute bedroom slippers which yumi never wore before according to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHA okay thats all for my obsession of yumi's house.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh another lonely night without you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Missing you madly. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-8358345000380304939?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8358345000380304939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=8358345000380304939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8358345000380304939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8358345000380304939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-d-pics-here-as-promised-earlierd.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R4ocv8bLBFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Il9p441zPUk/s72-c/Xiaozhuluvdazhu070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-318194405181076149</id><published>2008-01-06T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T06:38:01.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, give me a break from everything.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends are worse than my weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays are packed with whole day of activities. Morning trng at hci, followed by guzheng in the afternoon, and tuition after that.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, rush to BONG BONG's house for chinese SIA (her house is absolutely breathtaking, will post the pictures the next time when I'm free) and then rush to H's house to send him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, maybe I'm rlly too kind-hearted by nature. Idk, I just felt abit sad and disappointed for the shengjie whtever guy, cause I promised him to send him my number, okay maybe as serious as a promise, but still, it reminds me of my childhood, when I begggggggggggggggggged and beggggggggggggggged my momma for some toys like idk maybe barbie dolls? ahhaha okay i dont rlly play them when I was young, I played racing cars! hahahaha I've got pictures of evidence okayyyy shall show you next time. and after my tedious efforts of persuading, momma finally reliented and agreed. However, I waited and waited, but the thing that momma promised to buy for me never came to me.&lt;br /&gt;So today's incident is kinda a deja vu for me. Maybe he doesnt meant any harm, as I always presume so, and just wanted to make friends, but too bad, I'm not interested to make friends with you nor do I have smses to spare for you, I should have kept my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However still, on the other hand, it's extremely outrageous to reveal my personal details to a stranger? it's sooooo scary, like I'm on the phone with H all th way from Newton to Boonlay and when i saw H at the traffic light so I put down my phone, there was a light tap? poke? on my shoulder and I turn around, to my surprise is this guy whom I travelled with on the same train. He was like, can I have your number?&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my shock, and imagine how wide my jaws dropped, ahahah no la I was nt rlly surprised. It's not the first time starngers asked me for numbers, but still, it's way too frightening to have a stranger tapping on your shoulder, asking to exchange number when you're overjoyed to see your beloved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if Sheng jie, you come across my blog, i'm sorry I didnt kept my words.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad about that but that's th way to deal with it isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;It's the reality, face it man. C'on, we've been told by our parents since young, do not believe in starngers, do not follow strangers even if they offer you sweets or whatnots. Although I very much want to believe you want to trust you, but the cruel nature of the reality forbids me to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even dressed skimpily today. (tinkerbell tee + denim shorts + self painted maryjanes)&lt;br /&gt;But once again, I'm sorry, and you scared the wits out of me.&lt;br /&gt;some more, H deleted your contact off immediately and made me promsie not to give any personal details to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyw the previous scandal was like on th train, I think I kinda asked for it cause I'm like wearing tank top+shorts+flats. anything more revealing thatn tees I would be like getting whistles and goodbye waves and stares and followed and got a picture taken, when I'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I need a bodyguard, will you do the honor?&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaa and I mean you, Jo, if you know who you are, ahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I miss all your craps and rlly cold jokes with your friends! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and xinyu! dont get so stressed up by CCA stuff okay? th final year already so must pull through it, like how you did for the last 3 years :) once again, thank you for th pouch! WHEEEEE I LOVE IT:D I LOVE POUCHES:D HEHEHEHEHAHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Th most, just stomped up th th cher, say "I wanna quit now, too bad"&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha that's why H encouraged me to do when I cant stand judo trngs. But I cant do that cause I still need judo to get me certificates. :X&lt;br /&gt;Despicable, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, not bad, I can blog longer and longer.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for th sososo wordy post, pictures next time, promsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sigh on this note, I'm becoming lovesick again. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He's back to the stupid tekong island, and abandoned me in this lonely night. I doubt I'll fall asleep anytime soon. The biggest joy of my life, is none other than to just gaze peacefully at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-318194405181076149?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/318194405181076149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=318194405181076149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/318194405181076149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/318194405181076149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-give-me-break-from-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-818838601196000620</id><published>2008-01-05T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:36:02.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-818838601196000620?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/818838601196000620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=818838601196000620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/818838601196000620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/818838601196000620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-2492792990486426447</id><published>2008-01-03T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T05:07:23.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mundane (haha ctgually not true lah) life is taking a dramtic turn for a better/worse now..&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe it, I'm sec4 this year! like OMGZ THAT MEANS IM 16 YEARS OLD AND CAN FINALL YWATCH NC16 MOVIES :D&lt;br /&gt;oh, I met Jason at hci bus stop this morning, yest was Hiroshi, today is Jason, tmrw who?&lt;br /&gt;and the common thing is that they spotted me first.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha kay thats beside th point.&lt;br /&gt;anyw, life's so unfair! they've change th grading system in my final year, and change th usual common tests to block tests as well.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, we got to like acheive a MSG of 3 and below to get posted to hcjc, it's so impossible! Since I've got lss for bio again. Which means that I'll get C5 and below for Biology. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHH why do you have to put so much stress on us?&lt;br /&gt;We're just innocent little adolescents, not yet an adult, but no longer a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so insecured again. No, not about relationships, it's about judo. I cant even win everyone now, when I used to beat everyone in sec2? okay lah, not everyone, but all my teammates and juniors and maybe some seniors? Individual is coming soon, and I doubt I'll get extra-light weight champion as easy as sec2. B division is much tougher to fight than C division.&lt;br /&gt;C division is like so chicken feed la, cause everyone is still not familiar with judo so they dont know how to defence, and I will just have to act fierce and chiong in when they're not looking and throw them. Now it's a totally different way. It's so hard to keep my stamina up for the 3mins boult, or even 6 if I get a draw. What if I cant clinge the title again? The first person that I will disappoint is myself. I hate to be a second, I hate it when others snatched my glory away, I hate it when I got to share intangible things like love, and friendships. Of course that doesnt mean that I'm selfish. I dont mind sharing food/ money/ those things that can be bought with money with everyone. You can say I'm a individualistic person, yes I admit i am. I hate it when H is on the com while he's on th phone with me as well (okay that was like one year ago) cause I just want him to concentrate entirely on me; I hate it when I have to share H; sometimes I feel kinda happy to know that he's all mine and he's not interested in any other girls. I hate it when my best friend is close with other girls who I doesnt even know. I'll start to feel insecured, and the thing I'll most probably do is to lock myself up and prevent anyone from venturing into my mind. I used to play the nanny-nanny-poo-poo-I-dont-wanna-pick-up-your-calls-cause-you-made-me-agitated-serve-you-right game with H (that was one year ago as well) to justify the fiery anger inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk lah, it's so stressing nowadays, and it brings out my crybaby nature, I can't believe I'm tearing as I'm typing this. I thought I was very strong all along. But I am wrong. Behind th strong front and giggly face, I'm nothing but a weakass. I have no self-discipline, no self-control, and most imptly, I cant whine to H so often anymore. He's in army now and he can't be with his phone 24-7. He dotes on me too much, he always try to give me what I want. As days passed, i became dependant on him, with him by my side, I feel that even if the whole world collapsed I'm not afraid cause he's with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, dont be so cruel to me anymore and go overseas again okay? if you wna go ask me! I'll try  to tag along. Days without your voice/calls seems like decades. When it comes to night, it's even harder for me to handle it. :(  So don't ever say what you'll die I can still get the 200k insurance compensation. I dont any money, I just you alive and happily living. Silly boy, you think money can buy anything in th world? :( I know you meant it well for me, but seriously, if you die, I think I;ll lose the courage to live on too. I'm not that strong-willed, remember?&lt;br /&gt;I get frightened easily even by the darkness and bizarre stillness of the night. We'll gonna live happily ever after all our lives, I'm sure heaven will not be prejudiced with you since you're so good-hearted. We're gonna live in our 3-storey bundalow happily with 3 kids of our own. I've just thought of th chinese names if they are girls. ahhaha probability of getting all girls is 1/8?&lt;br /&gt;or 1/2?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha nvmd about it.&lt;br /&gt;anyw that's it for my this very long winded emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and I wna thank Siahxinyu for her little gift to me :D hahaha I like it alot it's so cutttttttte, and I can see my pouches collection stacking up in the drawer, and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrw, tmrw, can finally see you. after one whole &lt;s&gt;year&lt;/s&gt; week. :D cant wait, cant wait to be in your arms again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-2492792990486426447?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2492792990486426447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=2492792990486426447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2492792990486426447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/2492792990486426447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-mundane-haha-ctgually-not-true-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-3345511116786064118</id><published>2008-01-02T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:24:40.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Damn Hiroshi for his dirty little joke on the morning of first day of school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-3345511116786064118?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3345511116786064118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=3345511116786064118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/3345511116786064118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/3345511116786064118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2008/01/damn-hiroshi-for-his-dirty-little-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-1225766701153119508</id><published>2007-12-31T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:35:59.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Great deal of gratitude to all those who've smsed me with Xmas or new yr greetings. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for making me feel so blessed and loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn it, sch starts tmrw I'm still left with essay and maths hw can someone please splash me cold water and movivate me to study ): DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay I'll try to finish them by this weekend. Hopefully DS will allow me to. hahaha I've never handed in any of her hw on time anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MISS H D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n_gcbLA8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/cO-_bVujLe4/s1600-h/P1020898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150428581725930434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n_gcbLA8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/cO-_bVujLe4/s320/P1020898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter how ugly he came, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how fat he grew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many hairs he have on his scalp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whether he is botak or not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love him as much as I do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, no even more than now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I love him more and more each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like we're a pair of heaven match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did not woo me at all initially, and neither did I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at that moment, Perhaps it's telepathy or Cupid did his job finally, we held each other's hands simultaneously. --"lets play armwrestling":D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully in the hew year, I will do well for my studies and achieve % of 75 at least.hahhaa anyw pictures of us! (don't get jealous hahaha XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n-bcbLA4I/AAAAAAAAANY/Ir6QkRSrH9k/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(577).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150427396314956674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n-bcbLA4I/AAAAAAAAANY/Ir6QkRSrH9k/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(577).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n-bMbLA3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/pGMHnJsBnZA/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(576).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150427392019989362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n-bMbLA3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/pGMHnJsBnZA/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(576).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n-bsbLA5I/AAAAAAAAANg/7acPa3ioL2Q/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(579).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150427400609923986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n-bsbLA5I/AAAAAAAAANg/7acPa3ioL2Q/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(579).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n_gMbLA6I/AAAAAAAAANo/Cn7X30Yb-u8/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(582).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150428577430963106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n_gMbLA6I/AAAAAAAAANo/Cn7X30Yb-u8/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(582).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n_gMbLA7I/AAAAAAAAANw/SlN7AZQZK4g/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(583).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150428577430963122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n_gMbLA7I/AAAAAAAAANw/SlN7AZQZK4g/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(583).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n7bcbLA0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/6RCoP5KmqbM/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(502).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150424097780073282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n7bcbLA0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/6RCoP5KmqbM/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(502).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n-a8bLA2I/AAAAAAAAANI/DVjM1q-gq8w/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(566).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150427387725022050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n-a8bLA2I/AAAAAAAAANI/DVjM1q-gq8w/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(566).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried actting cute, and H follows, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n-a8bLA1I/AAAAAAAAANA/PzffMivmJpc/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(564).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150427387725022034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n-a8bLA1I/AAAAAAAAANA/PzffMivmJpc/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(564).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesnt he looks demonic? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n7asbLAwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6xA9VKoOUxE/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150424084895171330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n7asbLAwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6xA9VKoOUxE/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n7a8bLAxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e1olyKqoT4E/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(219).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150424089190138642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n7a8bLAxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/e1olyKqoT4E/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(219).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n7a8bLAyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iYYjdGbTGGA/s1600-h/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(473).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150424089190138658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n7a8bLAyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/iYYjdGbTGGA/s320/Dazhu+loves+xiaozhu(473).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love blogger cause it's so easy to upload pictures. hehehe.Oh did I meantion that my guzheng tcher is at my place currently?she just helped me to tune my guzheng and played a song for me and my papa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was utterly mesmerized by the melodious music produced by her hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's undescribable, urgh. Her hands were all over the place and they are so fast that you cant rlly see them ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When can I achieve such a standard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN? WHEN? WHEN? WHEN? WHEN? WHEN? WHEN? WHEN? WHEN? WHEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;em&gt;when you die lah stupid bitch&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHAHHA okay im laughing at myself now ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh self-mockary is bad.very bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-1225766701153119508?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1225766701153119508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=1225766701153119508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1225766701153119508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/1225766701153119508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year-d.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! :D'/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3n_gcbLA8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/cO-_bVujLe4/s72-c/P1020898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-8164834171621272855</id><published>2007-12-29T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:38:13.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guzheng is not as easy as I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;So many various ways of plucking th strings, pressing th strings. I suck at it. ):&lt;br /&gt;Somemore my guzheng is currently out of tune but idk how th heck do i go about tuning it. All that were provided was this small device? that croaks out do re me so la for as long as you want untill you keep on pressing on th button to shut it up and a screw.&lt;br /&gt;D: D:&lt;br /&gt;okay I just msned and smsed with bestie yest night. :D -big wide grin.&lt;br /&gt;I thought she's another of a friend who walked into my life once and now since we hardly have any opportunities to contact each other she had long forgotten about our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO, thankfully. thank Jesus thank Mother Mary thank allah thank Buddha thank you thank you for letting me know this girl, it'll be my greatest loss if I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to elaborate on th incident itself. Cause I just wna keep this sweet piece of memory to myself only. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 is coming to an end, just as we're opening our arms and welcoming th new year, I'll hope for the better for the coming year. New year resolution is pretty much useless in my opinion if you didnt adhere to it, so I don't think I wanna make any New year resolution list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Too many mistakes, numerous wrong decisions made,  hurt h too much. No matter how much penitent tears I shed, th indedible scar is still in our vulnerable hearts. And worst of all, i'm th one who caused it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-8164834171621272855?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8164834171621272855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=8164834171621272855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8164834171621272855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/8164834171621272855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/guzheng-is-not-as-easy-as-i-imagined.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-5843085764972515661</id><published>2007-12-28T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:36:00.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ilu, babyhoneysweetheart. Nights. -Blows kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnIsbLAsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/G-iRMJ3nAVY/s1600-h/P1020845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149064779285594818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnIsbLAsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/G-iRMJ3nAVY/s320/P1020845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnHsbLAoI/AAAAAAAAALY/QTQmpeEseqs/s1600-h/P1020744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149064762105725570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnHsbLAoI/AAAAAAAAALY/QTQmpeEseqs/s320/P1020744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnysbLAuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/g4rDkTiPO5A/s1600-h/P1020839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149065500840100578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnysbLAuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/g4rDkTiPO5A/s320/P1020839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnIMbLArI/AAAAAAAAALw/8buxs1uNuKw/s1600-h/P1020877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149064770695660210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnIMbLArI/AAAAAAAAALw/8buxs1uNuKw/s320/P1020877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnIMbLAqI/AAAAAAAAALo/asn5d4mjyD0/s1600-h/P1020891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149064770695660194" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="236" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnIMbLAqI/AAAAAAAAALo/asn5d4mjyD0/s320/P1020891.JPG" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnycbLAtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iR-QhS9iUF4/s1600-h/P1020871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149065496545133266" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="230" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnycbLAtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/iR-QhS9iUF4/s320/P1020871.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnH8bLApI/AAAAAAAAALg/vyS8LU5WqX4/s1600-h/P1020904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149064766400692882" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="218" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnH8bLApI/AAAAAAAAALg/vyS8LU5WqX4/s320/P1020904.JPG" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3Uny8bLAvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YvhXgTIQGCc/s1600-h/P1020841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149065505135067890" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" height="230" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3Uny8bLAvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YvhXgTIQGCc/s320/P1020841.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think having a bf makes me a bimbo/despo, I'm speechless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't judge until you rlly know what's going on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been with him for 2years plus and we both know we're serious abt this.&lt;br /&gt;I knw there's lots of ahlians/ahbengs (Not ALL, I merely said lots, so don't anyhow got provoked by this) who changes bfs/gfs like changing their underpants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnH8bLApI/AAAAAAAAALg/vyS8LU5WqX4/s1600-h/P1020904.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-5843085764972515661?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5843085764972515661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=5843085764972515661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5843085764972515661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/5843085764972515661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/ilu-babyhoneysweetheart.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UnIsbLAsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/G-iRMJ3nAVY/s72-c/P1020845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2157763308588261760.post-4027569003732961351</id><published>2007-12-28T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:36:02.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training killed all my muscles cells, I &lt;u&gt;swear&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day was most ardous. I just came back form 2 weeks' of break from judo, had been idling around too much during that 2 weeks and indulging in fatty food like Famous Amos/ Pods. OMGZ DID I TELL YOU HOW YUMMY PODS ARE? -drools.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my entire life I hadnt have anyth more delicious than that, seriously!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody told me about it at all, and on thta fateful Xmas day when I was shopping with momma and bro in Candyempire in Vivocity when Pods caught my eyes cause on a small portion of the package, there's a picture of Mars Bar. I absolutely loveeeee Mars so i took a second look at it and was like WOWW must be good huh. And momma bought it for meeee yayyyye. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay anyw back to training camp. mmm, we had all th newazas, takiwazas, randooris, PTs and whatnots. Meals on first day were unisexual untill th 2nd day onwards when they labelled the alphabet "f" on some lunchboxes, and it's half the serving size of the male ones =.= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smart ass hawkers.They prolly witnessed how we, girls, wasted their food by disposing half of the contents in th lunchbox after eating th other half. But hey, can't blame it on us ok! Th serving was HUGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had team bonding session after meals, talked alot about th seniors. Nyahnyah all th gossipings. I love batch 15! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night we had the performance thingy. Um sir made all the christians to sing the xmas carols first so later nobody can sing any xmas songs. And then the individual song singing session goes by the ascending level order and the boys cant sing for nuts pls! omgz. the first one sang &lt;em&gt;dui mian de nu hai kan guo lai, kan guo lai, kan guo lai. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JINGWEI WAS FREAKING FUNNY, and the yaohui too. I remembered these 2 cause they're the most amusing ones amongst th others cause the rest were so monotonous and out of tune that I had no impression of em now. Luckily I sang Munnaeru vaaliba hahaha youre my saviour! I know I couldnt sing chi/eng songs so I opted for Indian instead, cause in case you forgot the lyrics (which happened to me) you can just anyhow blabbered nonsense in it and nobody will know. So effing forgetful of me for not bringing th paper with th lyrics there. I can only remember 4 lines, with some incompleted parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Jingwei has really skinny legs =.= inproportional to his body built!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UfNsbLAcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LBBK1P1aYbQ/s1600-h/P1020910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149056069091918274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UfNsbLAcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LBBK1P1aYbQ/s320/P1020910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UfNsbLAdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GR1ylcHbkpQ/s1600-h/P1020911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149056069091918290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UfNsbLAdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GR1ylcHbkpQ/s320/P1020911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UhGsbLAiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JjQCoc2KA5I/s1600-h/P1020934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149058147856089634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UhGsbLAiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JjQCoc2KA5I/s320/P1020934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UiF8bLAmI/AAAAAAAAALI/Zx5DzJ6FvKc/s1600-h/P1020936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149059234482815586" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="305" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UiF8bLAmI/AAAAAAAAALI/Zx5DzJ6FvKc/s320/P1020936.JPG" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jingwei the GAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UiGMbLAnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4YF3VwIK3MY/s1600-h/P1020938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149059238777782898" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" height="297" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UiGMbLAnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/4YF3VwIK3MY/s320/P1020938.JPG" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UhGMbLAfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3FXKfk0oC0o/s1600-h/P1020908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149058139266154994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UhGMbLAfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3FXKfk0oC0o/s320/P1020908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UhGcbLAgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cgIZJsO5-dk/s1600-h/P1020927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149058143561122306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UhGcbLAgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cgIZJsO5-dk/s320/P1020927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UiFcbLAjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/g5gUCNLz7wA/s1600-h/P1020933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149059225892880946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UiFcbLAjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/g5gUCNLz7wA/s320/P1020933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UiFsbLAkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zcGihBGqeu4/s1600-h/P1020920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149059230187848258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UiFsbLAkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zcGihBGqeu4/s320/P1020920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UiFsbLAlI/AAAAAAAAALA/zboAK0gkFG4/s1600-h/P1020932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149059230187848274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UiFsbLAlI/AAAAAAAAALA/zboAK0gkFG4/s320/P1020932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UhGsbLAhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6WxkxZgvHLE/s1600-h/P1020931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149058147856089618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UhGsbLAhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/6WxkxZgvHLE/s320/P1020931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yoz, luky 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2157763308588261760-4027569003732961351?l=incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4027569003732961351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2157763308588261760&amp;postID=4027569003732961351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4027569003732961351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2157763308588261760/posts/default/4027569003732961351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incomplete-withoutyou.blogspot.com/2007/12/training-killed-all-my-muscles-cells-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/R3UfNsbLAcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LBBK1P1aYbQ/s72-c/P1020910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
