<?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-6740053</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:17:50.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifty-six.</title><subtitle type='html'>i dreamt of you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>334</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-2015404149300441937</id><published>2007-08-12T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T01:19:10.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CLICK  &lt;a href="http://damnwelldone.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-2015404149300441937?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/2015404149300441937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/2015404149300441937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2015404149300441937' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-5961397218314968586</id><published>2007-05-12T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:40:41.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>genius wen en spurred me into writing out an entry on this dusty blog! heh. wells after being asked why i din update... this is my ans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           ____suann : || *                             :D  ever free. says:&lt;br /&gt;nth to say&lt;br /&gt;           ____suann : || *                             :D  ever free. says:&lt;br /&gt;even if got thing to say&lt;br /&gt;           ____suann : || *                             :D  ever free. says:&lt;br /&gt;it's too long story le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably cuz everyday of my life im filled crazy events going on... lol. dunno why. after joining SEX... this island called sentosa has become a second home already. from the initial days of simple innocent guest relations and rovering jobs... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these days my journey kinda reached a whole new phase after moving on from imbiah to beach stn... met a lot of nice peeps, and ICs that are willing to let me handle the psycho aka sos ticketing... am grateful to all of them and giving a great environment to work in! more brainwork and adventure here know. hohox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that im inferring that i dun like imbiah though! it was the place where i learnt a lot of survival skills, and picked up things related to &lt;strong&gt;admission hosting&lt;/strong&gt;. lol. (that sounds weird.) anyways who the hell named us admission hosts? we are prolly more like admission clowns at times... and yeah back to topic, imbiah is still a very homely place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once kena f-ed by this african woman. god knows where she wanted to go man. she doesnt even know where she's going and she expected ME to know whr she wants to go. then out of prolly mere desperation she just accused me things like "u people here dun even know how to tell us where to go. ur signboards are so vague and this is such a tourist unfriendly place". i just gave her an LOL-lame look and watch her storm off. hahas. isnt this a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus ytd, when doing SOS ticketing, wah that bloody dispenser jammed like more than 10 times that day. even shuba was so pissed off. then this ____ guy (thou shalt not know his race, cuz it's gonna sound super racist, but anyways his skin is dark and is asian. eh im seriously not a racist,but that's his race lah.)came. it's like almost 8.45pm already i think. he's like already late for the 2nd show and so he rushed to the counter to buy i think 8 freaking tickets. and u know rite our dispenser only dispenses tix one by one... so he was like slamming the counter impatiently saying "hurry up the show starting!" and gave me that pissy look. wtf. it's ur fault for being late and it's not me who is printing the tix like turtle allrights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking abt racists and crude, this job is starting to make me like that at times. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways time now is 0122. gives u an idea of how irregular my life is now eh? no time for anything... kinda no life.... yet i cant say i hate my job cuz there's a different kinda life in it... losing touch with ajcians is expected but i promise to meet up whenever i can! (although he 2305 dinner is dangerously at stake now due to my hip hop lessons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving- am at my 11th lesson now and have no idea at all m i a slow or fast learner. sometimes i CAN be steady at the wheel but sometimes i might look like a madwoman on the loose. hoho. so to that GIRL who intends to hitch my ride next yr, dun say i didnt warn you hor. make sure u paid for ur insurance policy regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way i haven mentioned how amazing pple at sentosa are? they are like super friendly. im serious. even cleaners.i swearrr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw despite the fact that sentosa pays me peanuts, i went shopping with hil just now! HEH. found a nice top, but still cant find a nice dress!! boo! found a pair of pink shades too. lol. and of cuz a better liquid eyeliner... aka red earth. heh. drading the fasio one already, it flakes up at the end of the day and irritates my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go m'sia again soon i think. gonna shop like a merlion then. super no shopping life these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops did i type merlion? super no link i think. but i cant help it when i get asked a thousand times "where's the mer-lee-on?" a day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way did i mention after working one mth at sentosa express, i feel like im working at SMRT? i dunno why. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i need money to shop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-5961397218314968586?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/5961397218314968586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/5961397218314968586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5961397218314968586' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-5643933219197602706</id><published>2007-04-25T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T22:55:21.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sonystyle.com/intershoproot/eCS/Store/en/imagesProducts/MoreImages/DSCW55P_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.sonystyle.com/intershoproot/eCS/Store/en/imagesProducts/MoreImages/DSCW55P_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;this is my dream camera!&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;u&gt;cheap&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;, compact, &lt;em&gt;sony&lt;/em&gt;, cute and has pretty cool features! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-5643933219197602706?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/5643933219197602706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/5643933219197602706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5643933219197602706' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-2466193972254527161</id><published>2007-03-15T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:57:55.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>remember this list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do after As!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(1)go grab a book at kino (a nerdy start :P)&lt;/s&gt; SUDOKU BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(2)hair- cut, dye, highlight&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(3)facial&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(4)gamble (if i manage to enter the casino in genting) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(5)eat at riverside foodstall @the kopitiam at ps&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(6)SHOPduh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(7)scout for prom wear.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(8)more crunches and leg lifts.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9)movie marathons&lt;br /&gt;(10)kbox marathons&lt;br /&gt;(11)learn to cook more filling meals&lt;br /&gt;(12)bring the 2 yrs worth of aj lecture notes to the recycle bins downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;(13)make konnyaku jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(14)SHOP more&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(15)feast on more sour cream macadamia nuts (:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(16)wake up at 12nn&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(17)wake up at 5am to watch tv before slping again.&lt;br /&gt;(18)cut 3 kg&lt;br /&gt;(19)southpark! (limited to less than 10 or i'd run out of parks by next yr)&lt;br /&gt;(20)er. make it 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(21)visit vivocity!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(22)sentosa! (island life... love it!)&lt;/s&gt; WELL M WORKING THERE NOW BASICALLY.&lt;br /&gt;(23)drink papaya milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(24)go waxing&lt;/s&gt; SELF SERVICE!&lt;br /&gt;(25)work for my acer laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-2466193972254527161?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/2466193972254527161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/2466193972254527161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2466193972254527161' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-1966834212386882759</id><published>2007-03-10T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T23:42:32.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im a blog PS-er!&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you guys seen my new pics in the blog. hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-1966834212386882759?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/1966834212386882759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/1966834212386882759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1966834212386882759' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-3555683304452892549</id><published>2007-02-20T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:56:55.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess it's been sometime since i chup this blog. prolly it's cuz of the kind of life i've been leading the past 2 mths... wake up, bathe, work, come home at 10, eat dipper, sleep. to add some life my hangout would be youtube. i've nth to blog abt days at JR... it's usually the same other than some unhappy politics around. strategies on when to quit... when to be nice... when to say what.... when to appear where.... i mean can u imagine... wanting to quit is also not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because firstly i wanted very much to quit, call it dignity or being sick of the job. i thought &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;shared the same goals, wanna quit tgt. but when the time came, &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;come tellin me it's safer to stay on that job since it's not easy to find a better job. and it seemed to me we were supposed to support each other... why did ur stand sway when u see benefits? i know i may gain a lil achievements if i stay on... but really we swore our passions tgt... swore to be stand with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the past times we were working i kinda felt betrayed. u told me u'd forever be true to your words to me and stand by me. but even thru simple things like communication i only saw you sucking up to the one you felt you could reap benefits from, completely thinking nothing of your close friends.. how two sided is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just my prob of misunderstanding, but what happens if ur other close fren said the same thing about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i guess this is when uncertainties happen. more stress. more unhappiness. but i hope once i successfully break free of this cycle, we would be true to each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to topic, after having no life for 2 mths, i''ll be having a 4 day break. woots. lemme just be a homemaker for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s im announcing my craze for sudoku. i know im retardedly slow, but who cares? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-3555683304452892549?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/3555683304452892549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/3555683304452892549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3555683304452892549' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-3779678550386819846</id><published>2007-01-10T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:16:36.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(attitude. cant believe i din even blog on new yr.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working life is starting to get politically dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells think i kinda saw it coming... much of this war between the management and the ordinary staff. prolly i think it's a lil cool, but at the same time it's not cool at all cuz many get hurt. manager that throws her weight around and boss that runs the stuff like an army. to think i was still asked to stay till chinese new yr. then whenever they want they just give me more off days cuz those days they are overstaffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mans. work is turning from interesting to dirty since ______ came back. well well. no choice. still gotta put up with all those shit coming from the ex-&lt;em&gt;colonel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna miss any management pple except dearest grandfatherly uncle donald! wells he aint at work today, sad leh. first time go food court to eat. he pampered us a lil too much i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the shop has always been playing that same cd. greatest love of all. that music compilation cd with a clover on its album cover.i used to always wait for westlife's swear it again to play. but along the way, kinda discovered this song. and i kinda started liking it a lot. prolly cuz i have vividly heard it before. oddly familiar ba. the tune is catchy i guess. but anyways i love this song now so decided to download it. found the lyrics for it... and i realised prolly the dearest God above made me discover this song on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you'll be-Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think back on these times&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams we left behind&lt;br /&gt;I'll be glad cause I was blessed&lt;br /&gt;To get to have you in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back on these days&lt;br /&gt;I'll look and see your face&lt;br /&gt;You were right there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky&lt;br /&gt;In my heart there will always be a place for you for all my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep a part of you with me&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere I am there you'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you showed me how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To feel the sky within my reach&lt;br /&gt;And I always will remember&lt;br /&gt;All the strength you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love made me make it through&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I owe so much to you&lt;br /&gt;You were right there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I always saw in you&lt;br /&gt;My light, my strength&lt;br /&gt;And I want to thank you now for all the ways&lt;br /&gt;You were right there for me&lt;br /&gt;You were right there for me&lt;br /&gt;For always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant describe how i felt so much for these words. hmmm. dun ask me why. prolly just thankful for everything. learnt so much, so much, so much. a lil worn out by sucha stuff in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr we'd be kboxing after work! woohoo. got &lt;em&gt;ming ge ge&lt;/em&gt; there so finally can sing a duet properly liao lol. hope we dun end up drinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s yeah yeah i know it's the pearl harbour song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-3779678550386819846?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/3779678550386819846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/3779678550386819846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#3779678550386819846' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-4732273330116339088</id><published>2006-12-25T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:23:31.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's already christmas and i guess the saddest thing is that i dun feel like it's christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to enjoy it this yr since i have no school work to worry about. yet it seems that the xmas mood was present for other yrs. no not this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because i still had to work during xmas eve... and that night all i did was to drink at the wine company at dempsey road. then sat the couch thinking away... of problems... of depression... of hopes.... and of plans ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time i woke up... the place was filled with light sticks and poppers... and everyone at this cozy bar were ready for countdown. and i kinda stoned and watch the poppers go off... more thoughts in mind... getting sadder and sadder every minute.because the company i had wasnt the one i hoped for, sad to say. and because there was nth joyful abt this xmas, other than i'm earning a living and able to spend money to fulfil my materialistic needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i rmb on my way to work that morning, on the bus my thoughts went wild again... contemplating on doing something which i couldn't make myself do. even though the aftermath may not be different from the present state... because i badly wanted to see &lt;strong&gt;it &lt;/strong&gt;through the different stages of  its course.  how heart wrenching the journey was. to top it up, my mind was filled with endless questions i wanted to ask... why are things like that... why do those words seemed like excuses... how come i couldnt understand why some things cant be done... why did i feel like i was trying so hard yet...... and in the long run if this keeps happening... how would i feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's officially xmas day now. and all i wanted to do was to sleep and re-energise before starting work again. and probably find some solace in the people there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-4732273330116339088?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/4732273330116339088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/4732273330116339088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4732273330116339088' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-505482997034227728</id><published>2006-12-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:15:05.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant believe i'd ever feel this way one day...&lt;br /&gt;i guess people do change?&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't have happened, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;if we put down our egos and learn to care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-505482997034227728?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/505482997034227728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/505482997034227728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#505482997034227728' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-2117640910366799806</id><published>2006-12-07T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T14:04:51.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mistook the meaning of brazilian wax. sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. i'm not going for THAT. at least not announcing it in public blog or sth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mygawd mygawd. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-2117640910366799806?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/2117640910366799806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/2117640910366799806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#2117640910366799806' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-4646282300587534206</id><published>2006-11-26T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:36:37.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must do this list a wk b4 end of As :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do after As!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)go grab a book at kino (a nerdy start :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(2)hair- cut, dye, highlight&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)facial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(4)gamble (if i manage to enter the casino in genting) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(5)eat at riverside foodstall @the kopitiam at ps&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(6)SHOPduh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7)scout for prom wear.&lt;br /&gt;(8)more crunches and leg lifts.&lt;br /&gt;(9)movie marathons&lt;br /&gt;(10)kbox marathons&lt;br /&gt;(11)learn to cook more filling meals&lt;br /&gt;(12)bring the 2 yrs worth of aj lecture notes to the recycle bins downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;(13)make konnyaku jelly&lt;br /&gt;(14)SHOP more&lt;br /&gt;(15)feast on more sour cream macadamia nuts (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(16)wake up at 12nn&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(17)wake up at 5am to watch tv before slping again.&lt;br /&gt;(18)cut 3 kg&lt;br /&gt;(19)southpark! (limited to less than 10 or i'd run out of parks by next yr)&lt;br /&gt;(20)er. make it 15.&lt;br /&gt;(21)visit vivocity!&lt;br /&gt;(22)sentosa! (island life... love it!)&lt;br /&gt;(23)drink papaya milk&lt;br /&gt;(24)go waxing&lt;br /&gt;(25)work for my acer laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-4646282300587534206?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/4646282300587534206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/4646282300587534206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#4646282300587534206' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-116291688810095248</id><published>2006-11-08T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:50:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no more boo, no more midi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just evanescence lyric and the song i've been addicted to... (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-116291688810095248?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/116291688810095248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/116291688810095248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116291688810095248' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-116263648163256237</id><published>2006-11-04T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:50:03.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[day 2 of 4 days break btwn exams]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells dunno wad's up with my left hand. first my forefinger's skin was peeling drastically... as if i was a snake shedding skin... now tht it's recovered alr... it's the thumb's turn to shed. hey mr thumb! stop doing ur striptease will ya? it's getting pretty irritating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno about you guys, but i must say my momentum has totally come to a stop these few days. gone is the muggish spirit like pre-prelims... revision has come to a retardation... so much so that i find that i'm absorbing stuff damn slowly... sometimes when i come back to the same qn i dunno how to do it again. which is to say my post prelims revision had been kinda useless. hais. time to wake up~ rahh. cant carry on this way. my last national exam. how could i do this to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ever since google took over youtube, i kinda find youtube totally uncool alr. so many videos that breached the copyright infringement had to be taken away... wad's left to watch on youtube? it's a good thing some mtvs are still available...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the 17th to arrive. after which it's genting, one day back in sg, then KL. woohoo... wonder wad i'd miss within those days. wonder if they'd be enough time to search for those retro wear and accessories [exciting eh?] and wad m i doing after prom? dunno. suddenly dun feel like going to whr everyone's going. just need to chill ba. after all, u guys are rite to say that clubbing can be anytime lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i owe a date with hilda. hees. supposed to watch death note with her. but i havw this feeling that after we are finally free, it'd be gone alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a crisis now... i've almost finished consuming south park episodes in that sp vids blog... [which contains more than 150 eps] damn. me gonna be so hungry for sp in the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention that wikipedia is cool? kinda found so much info on sp the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/320/kenny.gif" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"omg, they killed kenny!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="102" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/320/ikemovin.gif" width="91" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i pooped my pants!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kenny and ike, always my faves (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheewei said ike looks like that kai xin guo thingy.. the one u eat during chinese new yr. woohoo i kinda agree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and royston i hate you! how cld you NOT help me look out for ur job lobangs? grr. wad kinda fellow pe rep are you &gt;.&lt; ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;rah. my shopping list seems to be pretty long. wonder if i'd have enough money to check them off when i get a job. best is to get those kind that has night shifts. whee i love screwing my body alarm. and i'm not a sadist thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-116263648163256237?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/116263648163256237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/116263648163256237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116263648163256237' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-116177265584853687</id><published>2006-10-25T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:50:03.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wells was just watching south park when i caught this clip ripped off the south park movie which was totally cool. heh. the movie was damn nice for a start but this clip was one of those funniest scenes in the movie. so for those who haven seen south park before u miht wanna watch this. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="278" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdhL6mmsRb0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdhL6mmsRb0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="278" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-116177265584853687?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/116177265584853687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/116177265584853687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116177265584853687' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-116167920989110358</id><published>2006-10-24T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:50:03.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellos world... it's been more than a month since i last blogged. the tagboard is almost expiring if i dun touch it. so wad's been happening the past month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)prelims...&lt;br /&gt;2)prelims results...&lt;br /&gt;3)mugging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum it up, it's just the same old routine everyday. school, lecture, break, eat, dismissed, mock exam, home, nap, mug, dinner, mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells that was early october la. after that it was study break... which is what's going on now la. all i do is sleep longer, mug, eat chocolates, eat bak kwa, watch tv, eat chocolates again, stand on weighing machine, scream, look at the gym equipment [which stands next to the weighing machie], refuse to go near it, watch tv, go online, southpark, sleep. of course, there were times where i mug out! town, school (basically mock)... yeah and still planning where to mug next cuz it really sucks to mug at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but amid the simple boring summary of the month, many little interesting things happened this october i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) some people's relationship blossomed...&lt;br /&gt;2) some scandal reaching its infamous peak...&lt;br /&gt;3) conflict and ceasefire...&lt;br /&gt;4) me realising chng isn't all that bad as a personal tutor... (&amp; passing gp for prelims)&lt;br /&gt;5) me thinking of possible jobs after As...&lt;br /&gt;6) me READING NEWSWEEK. *yay*&lt;br /&gt;7) me bought 3 new tys solutions to mug on [like 1 month right b4 As]&lt;br /&gt;8) me bought my 3rd tamagotchi of my life 10 yrs after my 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;9) me revamped my com settings... the theme is basically baby ike, colour scheme is pink, purple and white!&lt;br /&gt;10) me earning 15 bucks by selling the jaguar pom poms to pe dept.&lt;br /&gt;11) my intensive surfing on the net looking at ntu's website for more motivation.&lt;br /&gt;12) the really horrible period cramp on 21/10/06.&lt;br /&gt;13) downloaded a lot of games and new themes onto my 1 year old phone.&lt;br /&gt;14) (help)make lasagne on my bday lunch.&lt;br /&gt;15) changing the way to pin up my hair.&lt;br /&gt;16) aiming to stop downloading music for the next 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;17) getting a purple odm watch for my bday.&lt;br /&gt;18) getting a sponsored class trip to malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;19) treated frens to kbox.&lt;br /&gt;20) having happy and blissful days thanks to someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much happening but mugging just makes me lazy to blog i suppose. lol. in short we are all on ur final lap to freedom i guess... &lt;strong&gt;all the best&lt;/strong&gt; to everyone and till then.... dun forget to read this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s i want one of these so much!! rahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acer.com.sg/products/travelmate3010/tm3010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.acer.com.sg/products/travelmate3010/tm3010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acer.com.sg/products/travelmate3010/tm3010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.acer.com.sg/products/aspire5580/aspire5580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.acer.com.sg/products/aspire5580/aspire5580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;cost-benefit analysis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3012&lt;/strong&gt;: 80GB storage vs &lt;strong&gt;5580&lt;/strong&gt;:120GB storage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5580&lt;/strong&gt;:2.4kg vs &lt;strong&gt;3012&lt;/strong&gt;: 1.5kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you had a choice, which would you get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-116167920989110358?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/116167920989110358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/116167920989110358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116167920989110358' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115876734621917944</id><published>2006-09-20T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:50:02.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;wells for the sake of this.&lt;/s&gt; ( take that back. i cant seem to load the image.)i've decided to blog. lol. haven been blogging thru out this mugging period. i guess it's prolly becuz i hate texts ever since mugging began.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is da last paper tk goodness... n after that i'm so gonna go for a shopping spree... and kbox!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well. southpark's been in my survival kit all this while come to think of it. been feeding on it since august i think lol. think it rocks. and it does widen my general knowledge. [yeah i now know wad a clitoris is. see wad i mean?] but dun get too shocked here. south park is not R21.&lt;br /&gt;lalalas. what else to say. dun even think anyone's gonna read since i kinda abandoned my blog for a long while. no one's gonna know i updated unless i tell them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i come, gay toes. mkay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115876734621917944?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115876734621917944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115876734621917944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115876734621917944' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115600502365628490</id><published>2006-08-20T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:50:02.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's just say that daniel powter song's playing and replaying in my head since morning... it's been such a horrendous day that my mind practically stopped working since then. how do i put it into words? it was just craziness, frustration and guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a torturous and unhappy morning. i dunno why i had to be the one tio-ing all these. wells ok. because my name was in bold on the paper. not saying that i dun resist being the ONE. but why did i have to miss out certain instructions... why did i have to tolerate things i needn't hafta in the first place. (and if anyone of u sees this as a form of war, you're wrong yeah.) and why everything just screwed up and din turn out the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;logically i wouldn't have been that upset because of every single sucky situations that happened today. but seriously in my heart i admit that i was flopped with irritation k. i'm totally irritated. why things happened. why i din stopped them in time. while i was still unsure of what i've done, things just went ahead. and ended up turning sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know it was my fault. i'm really sorry abt my error for that thingy abt dresscode. sorry to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; out there who got dragged into it and hurt for nth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously this boo boo for mine is only one of the dreadful moments of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bet u guys think it's sth trivial n i shouldn't be so affected by it. but trust me, tdy was the limit man. just an unfortunate combination of hurt and prick. yes i did let it overwhelm me. rahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a piece of rubbish i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They tell me your blue skies fade to grey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They tell me your passion's gone away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stand in the line just to hit a new low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're faking a smile with the coffee to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You tell me your life's been way off line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're falling to pieces everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm not wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inflicted emotions; i'm a wreck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115600502365628490?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115600502365628490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115600502365628490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115600502365628490' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115528812578661416</id><published>2006-08-11T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:50:01.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been weeks since the mugging race started... i guess you're right to say that at the end of the day, you are doing this alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap. thr can be a lot of soulmates out there mugging away with you... accompanying you keeping ya entertained. of course i love those moments... but then again at the end of the day, yup, i'm the one sitting for the paper. whether i mug properly or not it's up to me alone. whether i give up or not it's still up to me. when i'm mugging, it's me and my world alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. and starting to lose the momentum after the national day hols. tired of mugging i suppose. starting to not kp up with my schedule. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. and the thing is after all that practice i realised however simple things may seem, i actually still dunno the concept well. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP is another issue. how m i gonna pass with a bitch NOT teaching me? sheesh, this feeling sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115528812578661416?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115528812578661416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115528812578661416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115528812578661416' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115469621562793686</id><published>2006-08-04T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:50:01.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; disappointed me one by one...&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;u&gt;sick&lt;/u&gt; of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just have this urge to go live in a cave now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115469621562793686?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115469621562793686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115469621562793686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115469621562793686' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115375388289405155</id><published>2006-07-24T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:50:00.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;banished from the warmth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thrown into darkness;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've still got 4 mths more,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;before you can bring me to life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know, i've got this calender from 8 days that makes me flip a page at the start of every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it used to stay on the same page for so long that i got so sick of the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now... before i can quietly analyse the photo whenever i sit on the bed, it's already time to flip that page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies; it's a horror for now but i'm on my way to a dream i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115375388289405155?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115375388289405155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115375388289405155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115375388289405155' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115280316297935561</id><published>2006-07-13T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:50:00.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's time to be the &lt;em&gt;accused&lt;/em&gt; mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes come on, point to me and say "haiyo. why she so mugger one?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say it out and clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115280316297935561?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115280316297935561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115280316297935561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115280316297935561' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115243382530794498</id><published>2006-07-09T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When she cried I'd wipe away all of her tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of our fears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I only held her hand through all of these years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But only she still has&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;By your resonating light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But though you're still with us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been alone with her all along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115243382530794498?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115243382530794498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115243382530794498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115243382530794498' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115236651522144843</id><published>2006-07-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:59.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you know wad it's like to recover from sth sad... and only to realise that moments later that u have to face sth worse for getting out of that previous sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it comes to this point when u wished that sad thing continues... because this whole new thing u face reminds you why u shld be going thru that sadness and not get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is no different from cutting a piece of flesh out of ur body... and it can hurt so much u start boiling and hating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst news is this, you hate that person so much, yet you still have to continue talking to him when he talks to you and pretend you dun hate him; you LOVE him for hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWHERE BUT HOME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115236651522144843?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115236651522144843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115236651522144843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115236651522144843' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115210549451740382</id><published>2006-07-05T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:59.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's already been a mistake since the day i was born.&lt;br /&gt;if i wasn't brought into this world u wouldn't have to go thru all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;wells i dun blame you for venting it on me.&lt;br /&gt;after all, i shouldn't have even been here... hate me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115210549451740382?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115210549451740382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115210549451740382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115210549451740382' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115164812072704386</id><published>2006-06-30T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:58.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cts over, so what have the cts been abt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp paper: it was abt spongebob and tinky winky,&lt;br /&gt;maths: it was abt the rate of gossips spread in a sch of 1000 students population.&lt;br /&gt;econs: it was abt mkt failure as always.&lt;br /&gt;chem: well it was abt students doing the chem paper until they feel like tearing up the paper.&lt;br /&gt;physics: it was abt poseidon II~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how's it huh. cute jc with cute papers hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. life's back. i wanna shopping! even though i have to actually be more disciplined. lol. wells. wanna go l'antipasto!! their italian food looks great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. hols till mon. whee. and a pending k-lunch with my dears!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115164812072704386?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115164812072704386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115164812072704386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115164812072704386' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115124718368025038</id><published>2006-06-25T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:58.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh for once my fringe wasn't destroyed during a haircut~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey! i like this new hair. hahas. wells 28 bucks after discount. i'd burn the shop down if i end up wailing abt my hair again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115124718368025038?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115124718368025038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115124718368025038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115124718368025038' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115122474933231037</id><published>2006-06-25T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:57.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. guess everyone should know alr... tmr is the first of a series of judgement days. hohox. so did we mug well? or did we spend time mugging thinking that the info is stored inside the head but unknowingly these volatile info evaporated the moment ur head touched the pillow? or did we just simply slacked? lol. well it will reflect la. and of course m really counting peanuts dreading this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what to do? the day has to come. and if i end up getting my phone or laptop confiscated you will all know why (: i will say i tried my best. even though i know all those lil revisions i did were not enough. wells i tried my best in the sense that i managed to take one tiny step out of couch-potato-ism. fair enough? lol. it was difficult, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways spent all the late nights mugging while being online la. shld say i'm an owl when the environment permits. prolly my brain can't work in the day. yeah sure i gonna die since the cts and As are in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously i think i missed a lot... from those chances i missed gg back to sch. [&lt;em&gt;i still can't forgive the sch over the slippers incident&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. all the talk. tmr is the day. guess there wun be freezing cuz most prob we'd be doing em in classrms not hall. good. just 4 days. and i can go town for my retail therapy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeaps. this 4 wks hadn't been a holiday for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115122474933231037?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115122474933231037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115122474933231037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115122474933231037' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115095842387711491</id><published>2006-06-22T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:57.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looking back at my older entries how i rattle abt my lil crushes... i suddenly found them so &lt;em&gt;bleh&lt;/em&gt;. eeks. i can't believe i wrote them out like so openly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'd never write abt matters of the heart ever again. fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also looked at those oldest entries way back. piangs. was even more bleh bleh. kinda *faints*. and abt 5566? oh man. feel like just deleting my archives alr. but then again. who can bear to erase those memories?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115078068540438484</id><published>2006-06-20T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/1600/20062006(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/320/20062006%28002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. the rugrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaps. visited iker and edgar tdy. iker looks pretty different now... and sobs pretty easily. crybaby~ wells edgar's a lil crazy hahas. getting naughtier and naughtier... and he tells me he has 2 girlfrens. lol whatever. dun be too flirtish can liao. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115056870806817900?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115056870806817900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115056870806817900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115056870806817900' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-115047155348445242</id><published>2006-06-16T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:55.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://notes.blinkyou.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Check Out Blinkyou.com to make your own personal notes + much more!" src="http://notes.blinkyou.com/notegallery/06162006/tp_hrxo7hu6yihelpg1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115047155348445242?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, managed to go bugis with hil ytd! and not to forget how i got ripped off by long john's for one meal. $9.30 on food. can u imagine. gonna scrimp for the hols know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought earrings again :D yepps. and i seriously shld just jump off equinox alr. while i did mention abt turning stingy, this ZINC bag caught my eye *ding!*. gosh. it's definitely one killer combi of pink and black. gosh. 25 bucks. and i just bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. satisfied my &lt;em&gt;cravings&lt;/em&gt; but burnt a hole in my pocket. oh man. how like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still.... grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i know this is one common phrase but... i'm really in deep shit. couldn't make myself touch the maths tys. seriously. i cant. i cant. i cant. those sin cos tan d/dx thingy makes me go nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whr's my passion for maths alr? and my hatred for econs just grew stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just go equinox n jump la suann. you'd alr die b4 u reach the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-115019077464308246?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115019077464308246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/115019077464308246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115019077464308246' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114978061665700612</id><published>2006-06-08T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:54.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna go bugis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go sentosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114978061665700612?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114978061665700612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114978061665700612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114978061665700612' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114957471123464564</id><published>2006-06-06T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:54.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygosh. hahas. look over here w_____! u gonna love chee. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;okie dokes shall make this girl anon in the public blog but seriously 2305 u know who aye. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;i went wif my ogl fren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;damn gay sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;after the thing we walked thru soem ramantic date spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;wadever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;if only i was wif w_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas and that last line thr was a tongue smiley. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;u ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes so play along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;aiyah dun wan pang seh my fren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;look damn real la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;its real wat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;wah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;ok gonna blog it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;watever man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;dun wan la later i shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;it's ok la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;less underground then not shy le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;underground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;as in like secretive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O - s u a n n //* »-(¯`v´¯)-» why do we go dreaming, i don't know... O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;haah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;my love cannot be hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] - chee says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells wadya know... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114957471123464564?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114957471123464564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114957471123464564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114957471123464564' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114905278679561403</id><published>2006-05-31T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:54.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lesson 302:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never eat more than a pkt of chips in an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114905278679561403?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114905278679561403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114905278679561403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114905278679561403' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114880501757232893</id><published>2006-05-28T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:53.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been ruining my life away... it seems like since thurs been throwing myself into a deep pool of thoughts. thoughts ranging from depressing to hopeless ones... happy ones? they all end up becoming negative because i dun believe in them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i've been wanting to do all day is to lie down and stone. think think think again. think of ways to make them all positive again. think until i end up dozing off dreaming of these depressing thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm wasting my emotions and mind away. and my time. yesh. i may be out gossiping and playing around... doing serious or unserious stuff. but seriously u are just looking at another empty shell just like the the clams that i finished up on fri's steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun even know what i need. or how to tell anyone. but believe if i had all the freedom i need i would be out there using these emotions to exchange for sth more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these thoughts. they are just degrading my self worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114880501757232893?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114880501757232893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114880501757232893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114880501757232893' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114880133132433348</id><published>2006-05-28T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:53.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my parents are reduced to watching cna. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see la see la. ask you dun take away the cable tv, you still wan to take away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my movie channel had to go separate ways ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, happy 300th post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114880133132433348?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114880133132433348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114880133132433348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114880133132433348' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114865873202496492</id><published>2006-05-26T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:53.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>impulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;you're disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;you can't deal with the load.&lt;br /&gt;you make no difference.&lt;br /&gt;you're simply tired of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you start doubting your choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114865873202496492?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114865873202496492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114865873202496492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114865873202496492' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114830249594432570</id><published>2006-05-22T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music won't last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114830249594432570?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114830249594432570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114830249594432570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114830249594432570' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114819231406246243</id><published>2006-05-21T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:52.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;why do i get picked on the whole morning? i find u so unreasonable that i dun even get what you want from me. you're accusing me of things i never intended to do. what's wrong with you? it's all my fault right? it's always my fault at the end of the day. it's never yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114819231406246243?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114819231406246243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114819231406246243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114819231406246243' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114761850774873450</id><published>2006-05-14T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:52.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling from the *&lt;strong&gt;stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;drenched in my pain&lt;/u&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;becoming &lt;em&gt;who we are&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just being random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114761850774873450?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114761850774873450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114761850774873450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114761850774873450' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114749547672187486</id><published>2006-05-13T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly realise that my room smells like a hotel room. must be the aircon =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells m feeling kinda stressed up by maths la. statistics is seriously not my cup of tea ya noe... and for some reasons i keep getting out of focus during every class test... flunking every single one of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is that maths used to be my best sub and now look at it. i'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the hols are coming. it implies 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)sleep!&lt;br /&gt;2)mug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaps it's that simple. i've got this weird feeling that whatever's gonna happen to the rest of my life is gonna depend on wad i do this hols. or m i being paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, can anyone tell me wad else to do online other than msn and maple?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114749547672187486?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114749547672187486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114749547672187486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114749547672187486' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114684674407025210</id><published>2006-05-06T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:50.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grossness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-TSWaKWiAhY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-TSWaKWiAhY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114684674407025210?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114684674407025210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114684674407025210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114684674407025210' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114649490576622267</id><published>2006-05-01T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:50.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okies this piece of info is 4 days late....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaguar house cheerobics: we are the champions!!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... whee that's us.... just when we thot we might probably get owned... it actually turned out pretty well on the day itself ((: and yes i have to say i'm really thrilled cuz it's simply my first shot at cheerleading... and all those memorable and fun pracs... i'll never forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the smses from zibbie tht we receive every night "hey pple tmr cheer prac from 3pm to abt 9pm at mph... bring ur poms we gonna have full dress rehearsal... let's do it well... we dun wanna let eugene down right..."'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey pple tmr cheer prac from 1pm onwards... at bishan stadium... dun be late!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"suann can u check with wai whether her speakers are compatible with ur ipod cuz we can't use the plugs there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cannot? then how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those nerve breaking pre pracs tht left us finding a portable radio last min... and how we ended up using our phones to play the music... was quite horrible back then... the stress from eugene and everything... but looking at how our efforts paid off... it sure becomes fond memories now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember how the guys like andie hong loved to show off their stunts? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how he likes doing the girl's part of the pair dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cuz my partner... how all of us thot he seemed so skinny and we doubted he could do the stunt... and we got pretty worried if we could get the feel rite... plus all those weird moments when all movements just seemed so wrong...  it turned out that he did that cyclone! we did the pair dance pretty well in the end!! he did the elevator! and everything! yes jingjie! you rawk, dance partner! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cross start twist flying... that &lt;em&gt;flying pig&lt;/em&gt; experience i'd never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe it's all over... at least it ended wth glory... we sure have our own ways of withdrawal symptoms haven we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells. tmr is the start of another phase of life in aj... back to the mugging... focusing... and everything... oh wells... m pretty sick now after the whole april stint... which ended with the ps camp... [the camp which i wasn't there hald the time...] fever, cough and a bad bad bodyache... but hopefully i'll be strong again soon to get myself started positively...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114649490576622267?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114649490576622267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114649490576622267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114649490576622267' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114571628052277699</id><published>2006-04-22T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:49.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok thr u go... i ponned another session of chem tuition. sheesh. i really dun wanna do tht... or disappoint looh... but it's like again m really afraid to miss out any possible trainings. turns out that though tdy we did stay for quite a long time... but becuz of the rain and the search of venue we wasted quite a lot of time neh. hai. wells. at least we did train up on our pom pom steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tdy's haunted hse was a success!! supernormal profits! and we spent some profits on food! hahas. it was kinda interesting being the ghost. of cuz... all sorts of rxns appear la. got those guys who arent scared at all and kajiao me... then sometimes i really screw up cuz basicallyt i was experimenting different ways of doing my part... so sometimes it really was nth much so some pple just walk past puzzled. ahahas. but then again... there were sometimes screams la... and seriously... it was really a sense of "uhh!" (wells, ya noe... achievement aye.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for cuz... there were funny reactions and comments as well! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays so cheerobics tdy. like i said ponned tuition. really have to figure out how to make looh allow me to leave early next sat without hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah... i'm really sorry 2205 and 2305 for not being able to be more involved in this haunted house thingy this period of time. i guess i kinda felt even stronger this way when i came for family day blur... dun even know wad i'm supposed to do till after a while. the thing is when u find out sth is wrong... it's just so hard to voice out cuz in the first place u weren't there for preparations so wad right do u have to comment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114571628052277699?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114571628052277699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114571628052277699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114571628052277699' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114515641141861002</id><published>2006-04-16T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:49.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays. this's the 9th day since i last posted here. wells. thr's a reason, i guess... tht i haven been blogging all this while... it all seems like my daily routine is the same. cheerleading cheerleading cheerleading. i enjoy it a lot... but yeah there are many implications out there... including me not being able to really concentrate on my cca stuff... of course and my focus in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wells after wad happened on fri nite... which i haven really given a thought until last nite...  i realised how &lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt; being in 2 opposing teams... it could be pretty dangerous. if i meant sth to be some frustrations and i just wanna vent it out... it's really difficult not to offend ur side i guess. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's all over after sports day. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114515641141861002?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114515641141861002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114515641141861002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114515641141861002' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114422455111393276</id><published>2006-04-07T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:49.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>april started off at full blast... and it went wrong since post april fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly... monday nite... showed my mum the term 1 results slip in the middle of the night. she flared up so unexpectedly and badly... and i could see how furious she was. so phone got confiscated... almost forced to drop cheerleading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: no breakfast, horrible day... awkward and all... it's just silence at home... found whr the phone was hidden... n checked for msgs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: cca day so basicall had a slack day. but still... the silence at home is really irritating me. in sch flunked maths class test... and was seriously upset. i mean like... why can't i just focus... and every maths test i just get silly mistakes. chem was ok... and gp... wells unpredictable as always. [for a start i went in late for test cuz of the passport photo taking duty]. had a rehearsal which me qinfang and jiexin were totally not prepared of... [adding to the fact that our edited ppt got lost in procss of transferring data.] SCREWED DAY la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs, tdy: wells. my day was pretty fine since morning. took out my sim card and used it with my old phone. happily distracted by a wonderful class... went back to sn with zib... had ceo match and our grp won... but the peak just fell drastically cuz of sth STUPID i did. oh man i was a total asshead can. shan't elaborate wad happened but basically becuz of that almost wanted to run away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not tht i'm afraid of lectures... i'm only worried abt all the consequences... like wad's my parents gonna do after tht stupid thing i did... blahx. the worst thing is that they nv did give me a clear answer on how they're punishing me... and i end up uncertain abt wad i'm supposed to do. so after that confrontation tonight... they haven done anything to me yet. which is horrible cuz the thing now is that i dun even know if i'm doing things that will get me into trouble again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the situation of my life in april is currently horrible la. the thing with parents... the grades... the no. of events happening this month is choking me up as well. it's damn screwed now. just screwed. as much as i wanna pull thru april with lotsa satisfaction from all those events... just throw me down the stairs one day ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114422455111393276?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114422455111393276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114422455111393276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114422455111393276' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114372407416592900</id><published>2006-03-30T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:48.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a lil achievement out there :)&lt;br /&gt;keep on going, dun stop.&lt;br /&gt;FOCUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114372407416592900?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114372407416592900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114372407416592900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114372407416592900' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114346363530728672</id><published>2006-03-27T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rah. i feel stupid. and royston agrees totally. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;i'm not i'm not i'm not. i merely didn't focus on the game k. lol. i wun ask for ur help so easily again. :) lvl 5 now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry i couldn't tell you how happy i was...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that 15 mins of our time... was really precious...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wish you knew wad i was thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and after that, here we go again. april.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114346363530728672?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114346363530728672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114346363530728672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114346363530728672' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114326917389762409</id><published>2006-03-25T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:47.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waha. m not kidding. m in cheerleading. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok no fuss now. just that all the recent work doing the routine song gives me headaches. wells, mentally m a bit numb... and next up it's gonna be worse cuz all we can think abt now are the moves? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. hope it pays off, and dun let me be ur worst nightmare~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. feel .like telling everyone wad's going on in my head in a song so much. wells. i cant write... but in short... i'm just a &lt;em&gt;lil lost&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114326917389762409?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114326917389762409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114326917389762409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114326917389762409' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114266297179665971</id><published>2006-03-18T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:47.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so the hols are like ending in 2 days time... and looking back i realised how much i've been procrastinating and not getting things done aye. welps. i really wasted the week playing shopping sleeping i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesh. i believe term2's gonna start off at a full blast. rahh. more cca headaches... more tutorial depressions... and prolly more emotional breakdowns. hai. dun pity me, seriously. i can't wait for the yr to end i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[okays and once again my cursor is moving by itself on the screen. *shrugs*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. seriously i haven exactly sorted out my life as many pple would have. results wise... i dunno how i gonna do it. but someone's gonna motivate me so tht i stay away from the laptop and mug and guts out. well hey! it's the As at the end of the yr after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca... wells. i gotta do this big seminar thingy up and i dun even get wad the hell is going on with our team. i mean take a look... who in the team is actually interested in ps? prolly a few but.. seriously i led the previous team leader down i guess. :( sports isn't really going well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotionally. wells. here's the thing i gonna do. no matter who spites suann... no matter who's out to make suann really really depressed, she's just gonna kick ya out of her mind. and she means it. at the end of the day she's just gonna put her whole life into 2305 that u wun even believe it. and i mean anyone who tries to put suann down k. *glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies that sounded fierce but pardon me. i better get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone's really interested to join cheerleading... and i dunno wad's up with the sudden enthusiasm in everyone. wells i admit i'm like contemplating whether to try it... but then again after surveying around, no one could seriously imagine suann in cheerleading outfit and flash a big smile moving around at the track in front of everyone. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again. it's term 2. let's all make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u ask y i've been updating so frequently recently. i shall just say i'm really loned and bored out at home. I MISS EVERYONE IN SCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114266297179665971?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114266297179665971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114266297179665971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114266297179665971' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114256764664402474</id><published>2006-03-17T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:47.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>close my eyes and feel your mind&lt;br /&gt;time has passed, I walk like a shadow&lt;br /&gt;never knew what I am going through&lt;br /&gt;you touch my hand and take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whisper on the wind so softly&lt;br /&gt;let the bright stars fill our dreams with love&lt;br /&gt;reach for your hand (you're holding my key)&lt;br /&gt;and you show me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, I feel close to you&lt;br /&gt;you open my door and light the sky above&lt;br /&gt;when I need a friend, you are there right by my side&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could stay as one&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could stay forever as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the tears that haunt my past&lt;br /&gt;you promised it'll be better tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;play that song you and I listened to&lt;br /&gt;and let it gently ease our pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tender rain drops from the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;flowers blooming, life is so divine&lt;br /&gt;like sunlight on a stream (you're holding my key)&lt;br /&gt;you show the world to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, I feel close to you&lt;br /&gt;you open my door and light the sky above&lt;br /&gt;when I need a friend, you are there right by my side&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could stay as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much love in this beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;search for the brightest star in the sky&lt;br /&gt;you will find the meaning of love&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid, just be yourself&lt;br /&gt;we need this love... I've never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, I feel close to you&lt;br /&gt;you open my door and light the sky above&lt;br /&gt;when I need a friend, you are there right by my side&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could stay as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, I feel close to you&lt;br /&gt;you open my door and light the sky above&lt;br /&gt;when I need a friend, you are there right by my side&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could stay as one&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could stay forever as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every line here has a meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;'ve gotta know this... and u're not alone too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114256764664402474?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114256764664402474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114256764664402474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114256764664402474' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114251255805896737</id><published>2006-03-16T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:47.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;it only takes a spark... to keep the fire burning...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe it's just me... maybe i din try hard enough...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i shouldn't wait for things to happen... maybe i should play my part.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i shouldn't be afraid... maybe i should have a lil more confidence...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i shouldn't think abt the past... maybe pple grow up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i'm too idealistic. maybe, i need a lil break.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wells, &lt;u&gt;maybe&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i should start doing the rest of the tutorials too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114251255805896737?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114251255805896737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114251255805896737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114251255805896737' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114244100916102070</id><published>2006-03-16T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:46.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i confess i was kinda lazy to blog la yeah... but then again... it's kinda sian to get stuck at last thurs's entry... well shall update a bit here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sat to tues was spent in malacca. and must really tell ya all how many useful things i bought back to sg this time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;my maroonwhitepink! [yes that's my new specs!] :D i'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;a new tank top!! SEED!&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;more FOOD! yum yum~&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;new slippers!&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;my pinkpurpleblue! [aka my manicured nails!]&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;one archie comic; which i haven been reading since dunno when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yappy yays~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wed... which is like half an hour ago... after ps meeting, went gai gai with joyce and emx~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;ripples flip flop! [the one that was stolen yes. *sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;pink nail polish! [the face shop!]&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;a nice beef lasagne at pastamania with 20% off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh tht's my holiday so far. whee- seems like retail therapy really makes my day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114244100916102070?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114244100916102070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114244100916102070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114244100916102070' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114190574968708319</id><published>2006-03-09T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:46.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is a day i proudly call a &lt;u&gt;carefree day&lt;/u&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once after so long... i hafta say my mind was really free from mindbreaking thoughts and emotions...it's just purely twentythreeohfive, shopping and fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells... for a record... i entered the gents twice in sch tdy. [ all for the sake of my dearest zib... helping her with the cheerleading ads] yupps. got a pretty close look of wad urinals really look like. not like i haven seen one... but just tht i haven seen it UPCLOSE -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then spa... well... zero yield neh. funny how i actually found some dry crystals on the spatula left by the previous candidate... and of course added some crude pdts [which i forgot to dry in hurry]. final yield was 0.001g. VERY GOOD (".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. then went ICA after sch to get my passport. happy with the photo... satisfied with the new look of the sg passport [and happily ponned econs remedial].went bugis with mum after that and saw this lack bag which i just fell in love with at first sight. and it's onli 12 bucks!! budget thrill... whee- can't wait to bring it to sch alr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tmr got this so called bonding session with j1s... and apparently some common enemy of marie and wai is in the OG we're suppose to bond with. well well. let's see wad happens tmr ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114190574968708319?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114190574968708319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114190574968708319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114190574968708319' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114130420025975061</id><published>2006-03-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:46.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my horrible stoning day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the seniors get back their a lvls results ytd reminds me that i dun have a real feasible ambition yet. drats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2305 u rawk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114130420025975061?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114130420025975061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114130420025975061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114130420025975061' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114112262404465276</id><published>2006-02-28T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:44.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bitch u took my tuesday away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have cut my fringe... i could have gone to replace my ez link card... but you took it away!! grrr... (now i'm gonna pay adult fare for a longer period!!)and gave us some freaking timed prac to do. ahhh. waste of time somemore... almost made us do wad we've done b4... grrr... and made us do the test in the safari area of aj... shucks. grrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok quit it. that wasn't me. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's end of feb by now. i've still gt 9 more months b4 i can do wad i like. i'm still trying to cope... trying to get myself out of wad chng deem me as a student with an &lt;em&gt;attitude problem. &lt;/em&gt;oh yes. that's wad she said. and wad phang deemed me as a student at a slower pace than the rest of the class... ahhh... i'm trying... yes i m... not gonna let phang down. not trying to be biased but seriously i dun get any motivation from chng's sacarsm and all. i gotta start focusing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way roy was hilarious! i can't believe he wrote the issue on tammy's sex video in his essay... which goes "discuss the changes in the people's attitude towards health in your society". sth like tht yea. according to him it was to link the public's concern on the spread of aids. well well. that sounds logical tho. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and tdy we had this talk aabt time management and blah. the speaker had this slide that says " temporary happiness= permanent unhappiness &amp; temporary unhappiness= permanent happiness". someone behind our class suddenly yelled out "fallacy!!" and yes the central part of the audi burst out into guffaws. wow. that guy/girl is really a great gp kid. hahas. but in a cool way.heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and tmr... a lvl results release!! gosh. pw pw pw. i'm still reminded of the horrible q&amp;amp;a i had! ahhh... *sobx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way i've gotta complain abt aj's toilet. they go into 2 extremes. the WC either can't be flushed (so after answering the nature's call u hafta panic and sneak out of the cubicle silently) or if they can be, fountains of water come gushing out to clear it. u kinda hafta jump away to avoid getting drenched by ur own pee. sheesh. oh yes. and the issue on not having enough toilet papers in the ladies everytime. i bet guys are starting to stay away from the ohana to prevent themselves from getting requests from girls to make them get toilet papers from the gents. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, call this random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that was totally embarrassing... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114112262404465276?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114112262404465276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114112262404465276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114112262404465276' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114094023753328680</id><published>2006-02-26T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:44.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess this is one sunday which i just feel like whining to hil during tuition later... but what abt... i bet i wun be able to relate to her... there are just too many random things happening for the past 2 wks that i'm too tired to tell her abt. though i still wish to hear her povs like every other sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i wasted another weekend i guess. now m trying so hard to understand the continuous random variables to do my tutorial. freako. y din i listen during that lecturer during her lectures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish tdy was last sunday. no tuition. but really lotsa hmwk to piah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tmr's my long long monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she said, " even so... i'm still looking out for my other destiny." this i wun forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114094023753328680?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114094023753328680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114094023753328680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114094023753328680' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114069895778306166</id><published>2006-02-23T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:43.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>service learning tdy!! went to &lt;u&gt;[er actually i dunno whr and what is that place called but it's a day care centre of the senior citizens somewhr in teck ghee area].&lt;/u&gt;  yesh... we did everything according to plan.... buddebn last minute the 4 ogls had to do the gonna be me dance... which was totally, gosh, paiseh cuz i's only 4 of us!! and not sure if they appreciated it tho i saw somke smiles :) but yeaps... it turned out quite fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact we were ahead of time!! unexpected yea... was kinda worrying and we saw phang's face pretty black la... cuz he wasn't happy ab out time management and activities. so we impromptu decided to have some interaction with the old folks. was pretty worried abt wad to say to them... but it turned out to be really good cuz at the end of the day the centre praised us for being interactive!! :D:D nice talking to them la... and found this lady of my dialect... but the guilty thing was i totally can't speak my own dialect and she cant speak chinese! hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, it ended off with a good note!! a blessing in disguise to be ahead of time, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sl went to this nearby kopitiam to eat with mui, diana and zb. had curry fish head, very spicy kang kong and omelette for dinner! had this really interesting chat filled with insights of our personal lives. but well, yes was interrogated... hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home feeling all drained and looking forward to saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114069895778306166?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114069895778306166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114069895778306166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114069895778306166' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114052289561897256</id><published>2006-02-21T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:43.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the first time i took part in a dota gaming competition... is the first time i've seen dota itself. lol. this is funny. me zib diana mei'er and su just walked into the competition with notes in our hands [tks to enrui roy kunlin xb and han ge!]. yeah. can imagine how those guys in the comp must have felt... 5 noobs entering the competition taking up space. hahas. but nevertheless we had a fun time dying and trying to kill creeps!!! [but the fact is we actually had guys from spectators help us play for most of the game la. hahas.] but still it was a good experience!! though even after this whole thing i still dun really know how to navigate thru the game. :P damn confusing, i must say. maple is still nicer cuter and easier... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114052289561897256?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114052289561897256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114052289561897256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114052289561897256' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114028100342723617</id><published>2006-02-19T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:43.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i gave u ur heart cuz i love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai. things just got messier in 3 days. n i learnt a big lesson. maybe i learnt it a long time ago... just that i haven felt so strongly abt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114028100342723617?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114028100342723617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114028100342723617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114028100342723617' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114009515396172407</id><published>2006-02-16T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:42.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night was horrible. the nightmare i had was horrible. i haven lost trust but my mind had to bring me elsewhere. totally out of the box but i guess it reflects one of the fears girls might probably have all the time. and it really gave me that feeling of heartbreak in my dream. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114009515396172407?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114009515396172407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114009515396172407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114009515396172407' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-114001219574249962</id><published>2006-02-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:42.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 words to describe vday ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple; different; enriching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy's cca again. apparently ps has this project coming up... and so m supposed  to like represent sporties to do a freaking proposal. gosh. i'm starting to feel that u can't just disguise yourself in those who are truly interested in the cca and get over it. this is the time when i hafta do sth i dunno. hmm.  the past projects and events are just like sai kang work to me la. cuz it has nth to do with photography. purely how interested u are to be playful in wad you are doing. well well. let's see how i gonna survive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies. i'm seriously losing it. suann, no more first 3 mths. ur std now cannot be like ur std 1 yr ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-114001219574249962?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114001219574249962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/114001219574249962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114001219574249962' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113947347230832679</id><published>2006-02-09T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:42.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;she&lt;/u&gt;'s back! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113947347230832679?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113947347230832679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113947347230832679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113947347230832679' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113922954607484956</id><published>2006-02-06T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:42.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="fdd6005e"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;u&gt;an epilogue to the case of the lost wallet.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's pretty clear now. onli 3 days after the incident and i realised that i'm not gonna see my myuk girl wallet again. hai. well how did i know? i received this letter from DBS in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sir/madam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we would like to inform you that your card was rejected at the ATM on 03/02/2006 as you had exceeded the max number of PIN tries allowed on the card. for security reasons, we have cancelled ur card temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[the rest are just the rubbish SOP for reactivating the card]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. seems like that fool who picked my wallet decided to try have a share of wealth of the owner of the wallet. pity he din know how poor the owner is and how stupid he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whoever you are, obviously u cant break my code that easily and mind you ATM machines have CCTV. wonder wad ur brain matter is made of. toilet water? wells. i just have the urge to strangle you la. i mean wad's so difficult abt being kind?? grr. u took my wallet. i wonder wad u did to my neoprints. my discount cards. what:? u wanna have discount at mini toons too?&lt;br /&gt;and my neoprints. recognise my face clearly will ya? the next time u see me on the streets, dun forget to choke. and my i/c. tks to u i have to you i have to pay a nonsense 100 bucks to replace it. but wells, i can't deny that i thank you for taking away my ez link card. mindyou, how i hate that p6 photo of me on the card. but come on, for ur greed i hafta pay another 20 bucks to replace it. to use it for another... well... 10 mths? 2 bucks a month. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well. speaking of which, my library card is inside too, i realise. if u wan go read more bks human ethics all right? but try not to let it overdue. oh wells. i'll cancel that card soon anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;the seriously pissed wallet owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;fill in the blank with any vulgarity u might desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113922954607484956?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113922954607484956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113922954607484956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113922954607484956' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113912620027164353</id><published>2006-02-05T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:41.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;she&lt;/u&gt; left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what lies ahead ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113912620027164353?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113912620027164353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113912620027164353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113912620027164353' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113897759456325482</id><published>2006-02-03T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:41.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai. wad a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross couuntry turned out pretty well... managed to run in 89th for girls for the 3.2km run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that din seem so significant for my day after i lost my wallet on the way home. damn. i was totally lost at that point of time. imagine boarding a bus and u suddenly realise that ur wallet isn't with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that happened when i transfered bus from 132 to ____ [i totally forgot wad bus i took. is it 74?] yeaps. was damn freaked out and u can picture me repeating to myself 'i'm screwed i'm screwed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really really upset abt it la. like i really dunno whr i dropped it. or how it dropped. the most suspicious place would be on 132 la. prolly it dropped when i slipped it into the shoe bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention, my i/c is inside as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so made a police report at 8plus pm. yeah. interesting experience but i'm just so irritated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please let any kind soul find my wallet. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113897759456325482?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113897759456325482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113897759456325482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113897759456325482' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113853849718807631</id><published>2006-01-29T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:41.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; let's just recall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new yr eve-eve! yeaps. as planned me wai and zb wore the sn U to aj... but stupid me had to leave the hse late... not in time to hide in the toilet during assembly with them. in the end the neighbouring classes were all like staring at me and giving me those bewildered looks. it was such a painful assembly la... like i'm the onli one not in aj U.. and thankfully i din get into trouble then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after tht phang talked to us and made me and wai promise to write explanation letters to him when after cny. [zb was spared cuz she brought the aj U] ahh wells. maybe shld consult those who ponned econs lect and got caught b4! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/200/27012006%28003%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;at pt X! 3 of us! [ok and zib with her newly manicured nails!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. was quite glad tht i still wore it. ok we ponned phy lect... then there was break... so altogether spent 1.5 hours at point x shopping for the new stock and blahx. after tht maths was actually some kinda brainteaser session... and i'm glad to announce &lt;em&gt;the greats&lt;/em&gt; won!! whee. my grp has like so many geniuses around~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... so went home to laze around for a while. met zb at 3pm n went shopping at marina square. din manage to find the stuff i wanted to buy ): [esp the alarm clock i saw at action city weeks ago!] but anyways... was quite shagged la... so oso felt quite restless. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met royston and wai at marina bay b4 setting off to the steamboat erm, restaurant. hahas. yeah mui, diana n chee were alr thr... wells shan't elaborate y we were 1.5 hours late... u guys know why ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the night was like crazy la. like we did wadever we had been doing in sch [esp tdy] at marina bay... things like singing bday songs to everyone [esp making royston stand up and sabo him by singin to him... inviting lotsa attention], going very much AA, singing cny songs... laugh and laugh and laugh [sorta like finding trouble cuz we saw a grp of guys laughing and decided that we had to laugh louder than em...]. and can u believe how "drunk" i was by laughing so hard tht i tripped over wai and we just fell to the ground rolling with laughter. omygosh. someone tell me tht wasn't very AA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesh. tht was my crazy day for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny eve! pretty much of a stocking up day. went last min shopping for goods like mandarin oranges, rice, tidbits and stuff with mum from j8 to the neighbourhood grocery store. was super tired after tht la... cuz dad din help :S &lt;em&gt;i guess we both felt helpless...&lt;/em&gt; but ok back to topic... had reunion dinner at soup restaurant in the evening... and i was so totally surprised how a reunion dinner can actually onli last for less than an hour. in fact, every dish like arrived one after another with only like 5 mins intervals. welpx. but anyways it was nice to see iker again! and not to mention, of course, his bro edgar... with a better hairdo this time round. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/200/edgar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; edgar the spiderman! ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/200/29012006%28005%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;more hair, iker! [actually taken on cny day 1, but couldn't find a gd spot to insert!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sun: actual cny!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;yeah the usual. went to grandma's hse first... then to my aunt's hse. nth much la... just slept after eating cuz i din slp last nite. [my usual habit. they call it shou shui. but truthfully it's just a night for me to do things tht i nv used to have the time to do. i mapled. watched tv. made konnyaku. yes all in the middle of the night.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ok then nigel and nat came over... and started crapping abt maple. lolx. i really wonder y nigel kps asking me how many gold ores i have. and why nat kps asking for my acct username and password yet nigel refused to let me give it to her. but anyways. it's really nth much tdy. other than the new yr clothes and food. wells if i hadn't slept prolly we wld have had more fun la yea? hahas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/200/29012006%28007%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i know the photo shows nth much abt the clothes [and my star star earrings! intended to take a pic of it... i love it~] but wells... just for fun :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so yeaps. tht's my first 3 days of break!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113853849718807631?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113853849718807631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113853849718807631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113853849718807631' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113826697186673192</id><published>2006-01-26T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:40.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current location: aj library lvl 2. edit: at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like it's been a zillion yrs since i last blogged. well to me la. considering that i used to blog almost every other day. recently it's been maple maple maple everytime i come online... and i seriously think my astigmatism is getting more and more serious... light sources seem to have light rays spreading out when i stare at em... i dunno wad it means but it definitely isn't sth good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm barely surviving my life these weeks. i mean study wise i'm still trying to cope. maths and physics seem to get cheemer and cheemer each day... and wells looks like i'm still lagging real badly... cuz m still not able to do my tutorials independently etc. somehow no matter how i tried to make myself understand... it just wouldn't work. damn. i'm weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no motivation anymore i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are like so many other things to enjoy besides mugging. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways as for everything else other than studies, it's been pretty fine. i love seeing pple i know in sch... it's like some kinda relief. i know it sounds weird but yeah. it just feels good to be in sch. and not at home. not saying tht i hate my home... [esp when there is a computer at home] just that i guess i really prefer to talk to pple of my age than... well you know... who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. up next is a very long weekend.i can't wait to binge on bak kwas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the silence for a few hrs must have gotten into my nerves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mind filled up... and i thought abt so many things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i realised i'm not being very honest abt this whole thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's really bad... becuz i was so afraid to express my thoughts... so afraid to be judged on my thoughts...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can i be honest abt it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dunno wad i expect you to do after listening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dun even know wad u shld do after listening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the first place, i dun even wan to force anyone to accomodate to my way of thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;m i being selfish to ask us to go the way i wish?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then wun you end up being how i'm feeling now one day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;such a contrast to my previous entry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have i like lost my faith in what i tried to believe in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will i be cherished? or will i just be a passer by?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113826697186673192?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113826697186673192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113826697186673192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113826697186673192' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113767800780390209</id><published>2006-01-19T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:40.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hahas you were right ya know... the thing we talked abt on tues? it did get me thinking a great deal... almost managed to forget abt it until i saw ya at econs lect on wed. then i started thinking again. yesh it wasn't easy. no more hiding that fact. heh. on so many occasions in the past i started wondering if it was getting no where... if it was worthwhile living each day as it goes. but each time you reminded me that if it's meant to be it will be. and if tht happens this whole process would just turn out to become really meaningful... for now i guess i'd just be contented if we could be happy everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113767800780390209?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113767800780390209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113767800780390209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113767800780390209' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113697680874886742</id><published>2006-01-11T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:39.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rantings-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post orientation blues. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing obviously... is how i've totally been unable to cope with the lagging. like tdy. numerical mtds quiz. it simply struck me on how i seriously m in a dangerous situation. as in really, uncompleted notes... undone homework... stuff tht pple know but i dun even know at all. could onli manage to scrape thru the quiz with the help of.. er hem. royston. lol. yeah. at least he could help leh. me lehs. stunned tio. wad is linear interpolation? wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. stupid willy. i hate you to the core. sports team is lagging behind. cuz we din present the ppt tht we were supposed to. [apparently cuz me and emx were out ogl-ing... and some others ponned.] besides... i'm supposed to do the ppt. and SHLD have presented it last wk. but the bottom line is. i'm so dead. how m i gonna manage the whole team's presentation during the seminar. why oh why. why did i promise willy to take over his postition? tdy as i looked at how commited the other ps kakis were so commited in their work... i kinda felt pretty f-ed up. i shouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;og. hmm. i agree tht roble rawks. but as i see how enthu those arca-ians were... i kinda wonder whr are you all? :( [but HOORAY. we're gonna go ice skating on sat! but i just wished you guys danced with us tdy la...] i miss ya all btw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to hmwk. did anyone see how i chionged gp? i mean within 10 mins had to finsh 5 mind maps... and seriously i really owe it to diana! for doing my gp for me... in fact she's so pro tht she did faster than my pace... u rawk girl! ((: hai. and flashback to tht freaking counselling by chng. man. were we all depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem chem. supposed to be easier to handle alr. but holy crap... i seriously couldn't catch up with chai. and wad's the topic abt. oh man oh man oh man. so many lagginess. AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;econs. all i can say is tht thru the lecture i could only hear madonna chanting in my head. "time goes by... so slowly..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics? let's not talk abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peers. let's just say things just got quieter ever since mui and por are not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention... &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; timetables are so different. as always. not like i'm horribly depressed or wad... but it's just these trivial stuff that add on to the load. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my to-do list is getting longer and longerrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a brighter note, i can't believe this is happening... but i just joined another cca! like... tdy? j2? can't help it la... but since i'm seriously deprived of cards... so bridge club aye! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those who run seem to have all the fun, i'm caught up, i dunno what to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do pple get all the fun in the tiniest things...&lt;br /&gt;because they're willing to invest themselves into it...&lt;br /&gt;if we dun enjoy, what's the point of starting it all in the first place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113697680874886742?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113697680874886742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113697680874886742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113697680874886742' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113661406539685930</id><published>2006-01-07T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:39.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhhh--- *screams* orientation is over... of cuz many ogls would go like... aww... loss aye... including me i suppose... it's like a wk of fun and next wk onwards i hafta start adapting to the newest sucky timetable. like kaox. i'm so gonna haf monday blues alr... [but hey i like thursday's timetable... hmmm..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. seriously i totally mean it when i say that this whole ogl stint really made a great impact in my life aj... i like the roble darlings... all funny... surprising... and funny again... and of course cooperative and impressive... but oh wells... it's still holds true to the fact tht not everyone is involved... anyways i seriously wish tht we would know each other even better... cuz it's a pleasure we all got to be in one og eh. let's just see wad happens in the upcoming yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now. lemme just admit tht i'm still in a holiday mood and i so dun wanna start lessons again. yet if i dun... i dunno wad will happen later. and many of them asked me how i'm gonna catch up if i missed 1 wk's worth of lesson. i din really know how to ans tht... but i just replied tht i DUN catch up. prolly just gonna copy notes and hmwk and leave it till revision time. in conclusion i haven really thot abt it cuz seriously during the usual sch days i dun learn anything but just copy notes until tests or exams. wow. i predict i'm gonna be half dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to end off, i'm not contradicting myself by saying tht i'm still quite excited to see how i gonna suffer next wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;madeira!! tok tok tok tok tok - tok tok!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;roble we'll trash them all! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOVITAS 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s come to think of it, i'm looking forward to seeing twentythreeohfive again! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113661406539685930?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113661406539685930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113661406539685930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113661406539685930' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113619681405815495</id><published>2006-01-02T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:39.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember the last time i copy and pasted my chat win to the blog was when i was bragging to songde abt sharon au gracing my prom nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since then nth really interesting happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not till tdy... while talking to my fellow ogl partner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•°o.O s u a n n »-(¯`v´¯)-» of [dreams], *love, -music and eternity// O.o°• says:&lt;br /&gt;y does ur pic remind me of royston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joshua tree says:&lt;br /&gt;royston and i are so different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joshua tree says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't wear my pants until half of my underwear is exposed at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg sorry roy roy...&lt;br /&gt;lol... please take note in the future aye? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113619681405815495?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113619681405815495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113619681405815495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113619681405815495' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113601198764746105</id><published>2005-12-31T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:38.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*holds my breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg... it's gonna be 2006 alr! somehow it din feel like it's going to be the new year... in terms of the atmosphere around the house and the neighbourhood. hmms. but who cares man. i know for SURE it's 2006 alr! orientation is coming up~ i can't wait ya noe... after all that workshop thingy... and preps... and m looking forward to see my precious roble dudes. yeaps. i so hope they'd be like my past orientation grps... as in when i was a j1... if there were just a few enthu ones i'm sure they'd make roble shine! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-threw my old bag into the washing machine. preparing it for usage for the coming yr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-intending to take out all the new coloured socks i bought from ILT... and trial wear them with my new shoes!! :D see how nice or ugly a combi they may turn out. well of cuz if the &lt;u&gt;pink&lt;/u&gt; socks dun go well with my blue shoes i'm still gonna wear it. heh. becuz it's the privileged &lt;u&gt;pink&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait till the 2nd week of jan comes. then i'd know how much i'm gonna sufferrrr... like seriously i got my priorities wrong and din touch my math tutorials.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113601198764746105?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113601198764746105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113601198764746105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113601198764746105' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113585010500195029</id><published>2005-12-29T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:38.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When You Tell Me That You Love Me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;westlife ft. diana ross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna call the stars&lt;br /&gt;Down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live a day&lt;br /&gt;That never dies&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change the world&lt;br /&gt;Only for you&lt;br /&gt;All the impossible&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you close&lt;br /&gt;Under the rain&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss your smile&lt;br /&gt;And feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;I know what's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you&lt;br /&gt;In a world of lies&lt;br /&gt;You are the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;And baby&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I become a hero&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you safe&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;And bring you&lt;br /&gt;Everything you ask for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is above me&lt;br /&gt;I'm shining like a candle in the dark&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you see&lt;br /&gt;Just what I was&lt;br /&gt;Show you the loneliness&lt;br /&gt;And what it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana:&lt;br /&gt;You walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;To stop my tears&lt;br /&gt;Everything's easy now&lt;br /&gt;I have you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;And baby&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I become a hero&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you safe&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;And bring you&lt;br /&gt;Everything you ask for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is above me&lt;br /&gt;I'm shining like a candle in the dark&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark:Ooooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana:&lt;br /&gt;In a world without you (Mark: world without you)&lt;br /&gt;I would always hunger (Mark: I will always hunger)&lt;br /&gt;All I need is your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark &amp; Diana:&lt;br /&gt;Tomake me stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I become a heroI ll make you safe&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are (Mark: Matter where you are)&lt;br /&gt;And bring you&lt;br /&gt;Everything you ask for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is above me&lt;br /&gt;I' m shining like a candle in the dark&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark:&lt;br /&gt;You love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calling j1s is fun. seriously. ((:&lt;br /&gt;5 more days~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113585010500195029?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113585010500195029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113585010500195029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113585010500195029' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113561127053703405</id><published>2005-12-26T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:38.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's Your True Color?&lt;br /&gt;Suann, your true color is Red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="topen('B','F',true);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color is red, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you're ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously. If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don't wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn't in what you're doing, you won't be satisfied. Of course, even when you do pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That's why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you're feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it's great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blushing cheeks-- do they mean pimples?&lt;br /&gt;mm... guess this test is true to a certain extent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... haven been blogging abt the festive season. xmas has been both exciting and disappointing this yr. an irony? well not. exciting cuz it's kinda different from my past christmases. wouldn't have expected a xmas eve like this yr's . disappointing cuz for all the effort that i decided to reserve my xmas and boxing day for my fam, and turn out that this fam is falling apart and my xmas was spent quite unhappily. wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following week, as i realised would be pretty packed. thought i'd be having so much time catching up with my work... but it's seriously filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tues-narnia with joyce, gelare with 2305.&lt;br /&gt;wed-ogl refresher course. [yes i rmb it's not refreshment course. thankew veri much.]&lt;br /&gt;fri-heads meeting for ps. [i really feel like killing willy.]&lt;br /&gt;sat, sun-who said weekends are for hmwk? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if i have any discipline to do my work on thurs... then thank goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113561127053703405?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113561127053703405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113561127053703405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113561127053703405' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113527386057636565</id><published>2005-12-23T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:37.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's a big mess now...&lt;br /&gt;life's a big joke...&lt;br /&gt;life's pretty screwed...&lt;br /&gt;what happens when u face extreme loneliness alone at home?&lt;br /&gt;suspicion... paranoia... irritation...&lt;br /&gt;when u know certain things are wrong... u just can't help but commit it...&lt;br /&gt;u get irritated... and u say things u dun mean it...&lt;br /&gt;and u feel horribly screwed u wish u nv said it...&lt;br /&gt;yet at that moment when u did it... all u wanted to save ur own skin...&lt;br /&gt;screwed.&lt;br /&gt;i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish someone would wake me up and tell me that it's just a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something just isn't right if u realise u've been crying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just wish for sch to reopen asap...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just wanna start my yr all over again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i wanna re-prioritise everything in my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's my resolution for 2006.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do things never turn out how you wish for it to be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113527386057636565?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113527386057636565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113527386057636565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113527386057636565' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113507217981834926</id><published>2005-12-20T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:37.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was doing a lil bit of spring cleaning when i came upon this lil photo frame my thoughtful junior in snnp gave to me when during my POP'04. attached to it was a card... and she clipped a piece of paper to it. on the piece of paper there were 4 lines of quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;there's so much strength in all of us&lt;br /&gt;every woman child and man&lt;br /&gt;it's the moment that you think you can't&lt;br /&gt;you'll discover that you can&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall dedicate this quote to everyone out there...&lt;br /&gt;no matter if we are still in contact...&lt;br /&gt;esp to the ajcians and njcians i know... and my once-juniors who are taking Os next yr...&lt;br /&gt;hope that you guys will have a good year ahead... and that this quote can perk you up a lil for 2006.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113507217981834926?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113507217981834926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113507217981834926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113507217981834926' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113491001392327771</id><published>2005-12-18T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:37.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo~ must say that i had the best weekend of the year... most importantly the bonus is that i'm ponning tuition openly. permission granted. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;yupps. so wad happened sia. here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br /&gt;after sending a certain relative off at the airport, piahed to yck station to meet shangyi at 6pm. apparently her dad is a reporter and got her free 5566 concert tix. like woah. and she thot of bringing me with her... cuz we haven met for like 2 yrs. mm. the thing is, if this happened to me last yr i bet i would be high like crazy. free tix to 5566 concert! wah piang. and the funniest thing is we got the VIP seats. hohox. maybe i'll be higher than high. okay. that's all IF it were LAST YR or so. this time round... i din get really excited until we reached expo... which was around 8pm. hmm. see my ex-idols [if anyone were to peep thru my archives, u'll know wad i mean. lol.] live sia. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. the entrance sells killer price light sticks. heard that the theme is red, so bought a thick red one at ---$2--- . wow. see how they make money. then later saw thinner ones which is like 1 buck each la. still really ex cuz usually we can get a few for 1 buck. but anyways, for the fun of it, just bought la. there's this really cute glow-in-the-dark thingy that looks like hands... when u shake it, it produces sth like applause... so obviously a lot of fans bought that merchandise, cuz it's in fact really special. wanted to get it too... for souvenir's sake... but OMG. it's 12 bucks sia. no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/200/17122005%28004%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went thru the concert... pity i dunno some songs alr but yeah. apparently VIP seat is still lousier than the $148 tix la. those are all taken by fans standing and screaming in front while the VIP ones are behind. to get try get a view of the concert, we still had to stand up and try to stretch our necks to peer thru the heads in front of us. then those other prices ones i guess they actually got a better view cuz they were behind us, but on steps. so they din have to peer over towering heads. yet again, hehex... i have no right to complain cuz after all ours are free tix, and we are still in front of them. shangyi made a comment: "it still feels like we are watching them on tv." which is quite true la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/200/17122005%28002%29%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah that's shangyi beside me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;here's the prob. the concert ended at 12am. like. omg. the last westbound train towards boon lay is at 2347. that means i can nv try to go home using the usual route of train, then bus... blahx. so shangyi suggested we take a cab from pasir ris. but i'm like totally broke la, and i dun wanna owe her $$. dunno when's the next time i see her anyways. so an idea just popped in my head. &lt;strong&gt;go stayover at my aunt's place at pasir ris. &lt;/strong&gt;woohoo. yesh. that worked. i was hell lucky to catch the last townlink in pasir ris to travel to her place. yesh. slept in her rm. on the floor. she's damn nice la, offered a lot of cushion and blankets. yupps. i camped overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, so. came home at 11am in the morning. to think 88 took 1 hour plus to send me home.lol. tdy isn't anything that exciting i guess. just that i was drained man. lol. wore shirt jeans belt and contacts sleeping. like woah. my eyes. no wonder mum's saying i'm gg blind sooner or later. :X oh mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways yupps. after playing around at home, can't find breakfast oso... and decided not to get lunch first since later going xmas party. which bring me to 2.30pm. set off to cine galilee cafe. hil asked me to go for some true hearts homecoming party. and i was late. you know why hil! lol. okays in any case. since i was late can't enjoy much oso. so the benefit was the gift exchange. got this pretty silver box with a glittering teddy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and there's this time capsule activity sia. asked us to write a goal to fulfil by next yr, put it into the little panadol like capsule and asked us to come back next yr's party and see if we fulfilled our goal. [like i will surely come again sia... i'm only taggin along cuz of her interact club thingy. m just a lil guest.but oh wells. shall see.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, wad i wrote was to retain 4 subs by end of the year la. they then asked us to share wad we wrote. &lt;s&gt;david&lt;/s&gt; daniel said we could say sth diff from wad we wrote. so i said i wanna grow taller by 2cm lor. yeah. and watup with the amazed face sia y'all at the cafe. hahas. i can do it ok! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's abt it la. OH YESH. there's one really impt thing i must announce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not all 7eleven branches are 24 hours!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omygosh i'm like cheated for 17 yrs la. yesh. that's what i found out last night at the expo. expo closed alr. so 7eleven had to close as well. wow wow. if they're really out to be convenient... they should really need to build a door so that pple dun have to enter the expo building to go 7eleven. sigh. sabo me. in the end couldn't buy my whipped potato. oh yesh. and did i mention in total... i skipped sat's dinner, sun's breakfast and lunch altogether? woah. subconsciously skipped 3 meals. no wonder at galilee's was like chomping down the calamari rings, fries and fried fish. hmm. yeah. that's my tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught a boy with a spongebob baggie on the train!! whee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/200/18122005%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and has anyone tried kit kat strawberry?? it's limited edition and it's delicious! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/200/18122005%28001%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally....&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU SEEN THE PICS OF MY BABY COUSIN??? less than a mth old!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/200/16122005%28016%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/200/16122005%28007%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;though he has a weird name, but HE'S CUTE!!!!! AHHH... he looks extremely ang-moh-ish la... as my granny said. but the thing is he's definitely one leng zai. what a chio baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113491001392327771?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113491001392327771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113491001392327771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113491001392327771' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113438113163907713</id><published>2005-12-12T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:36.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urrrrrgggghhhxx.... hairdresser screwed my fringe... grrr... to think i just started trusting the pro. then she cut my hair too. which doesn't look like it's got any diff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what. been sick for the past few days. since thurs nite. call it a breakdown of my bio-system or what. it was just a horrible weekend with fever cough sore throat and headache yea. just dun feel like doing anything but sleep. even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. and been ditching maple for a wk. someone i dunno in bootes still owes me 5k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who has finished their hol hmwk??!!!! helpp... i hope everyone din do much. if we all dun do a lot till sch reopens.... i'm sure we'd look better rite? oh yes. wun be having lessons for the 1st wk of sch cuz of ogl. tht's one more wk for me to do my hmwk! [though i doubt i would be &lt;em&gt;sane&lt;/em&gt; enough to do it during orientation period when i get home.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. me and my dad are talking. i finally got my money back. which is like making me break into cold sweat cuz i just withdrew money from my acct, gg below 500 bucks. the bank would penalise me for gg below 500 bucks for ur info, so i guess the money i got back would be gd enough to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money. i really hate talking abt it. it's like so materialistic. but tht's what's happening to me so bear with me if it's making me look like i have $$ signs on my iris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how, my hair... how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. gt this idea of colouring my hair just b4 sch reopens. which is like an irony rite cuz pple colour it when hol starts. but u know they say new yr new hair. so let's just see how i'd get caught and slaughtered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 days...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113438113163907713?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113438113163907713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113438113163907713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113438113163907713' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113396619738316349</id><published>2005-12-07T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:36.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised that my life has been at a down recently. i dun think i've been living humanely these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-still not talking to my dad. like. it's so awkward. n i really wonder if this will ever end.&lt;br /&gt;-becuz of this m leading a very AS life at home. come home, lock myself in the room, do things alone, try to mug but can never think properly... wake up alone in the morning... go to sch alone in the morning... [wells i asked for it. i dun wanna be chauffeured anymore.]&lt;br /&gt;-the ogl day camp was pretty taxing. i promised myself tht i'd do my hmwk when i get home... but each time i'd be so tireddddd... can't think, can't do, get frustrated, and just fall asleep trying to do. and each time i get home i stink like no one's business.&lt;br /&gt;-ogl camp is really a turning point of my life in aj i guess. but tdy sth happened tht really made me frustrated and all. so shall add it to my list.&lt;br /&gt;-and somemore when i'm missing a person and i choose not to pour all my troubles to him; or he might just get choked up in addition to his own probs and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. what can i say? i chose to live more independently but it turns out that i'm facing such a horrible phase. independence pays aye?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113396619738316349?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113396619738316349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113396619738316349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113396619738316349' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113371294442931995</id><published>2005-12-05T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:35.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! 6 days din update! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. tdy got all my sch stuff for next yr. my new shoes uh. shucks. i've been using adidas but surprisingly their designs this yr r all kinda mediocre. sad la. hafta settle for nike. nike is not bad la seriously, given the fact i chose my shoes from them, just tht i cant complete my collection of adidas! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not to complain alr, cuz i like the shoes! yeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i'm still on cold war with dad. &lt;em&gt;not been speaking to him/he hasn't spoken to me&lt;/em&gt; since i came back from the class chalet. but yeah. it's my choice la. not like i usually speak to him a lot the last time. just tht it feels quite weird now cuz usually if he's angry with me it wun be for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like i'm the only one around bugged with quarrels with my family. sheesh. tht's like a really sad case. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ogl day camp starts tmr. yeps. i figured out tht they're gonna experiment the orientation games on us tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shan't reveal much la, but i really hope things will turn out well next yr. the theme seems a lil weird to me, but i think there might be some fun la. lol. okay. &lt;u&gt;positive&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the same grp as emily though!! tht's a big consolation (:!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113371294442931995?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113371294442931995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113371294442931995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113371294442931995' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113320166143655033</id><published>2005-11-29T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:35.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wansu made me do this!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules of e Game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Post 5 weird/random things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2.At e end of the quiz,list e name of 5 people who u wan next to do tis and leave a comment u r tagged in the tagboard and tell them to read ur blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 weird things about me! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i have stars on my toenail! jealous? lol... jkjk...&lt;br /&gt;2. i slp without my blanket. it's for smelling. [yes, i slp at 18 deg celsius as well.]&lt;br /&gt;3. when i'm using the com, i sit on the desk chair with it's arm rest in front of me to prop my legs.&lt;br /&gt;4. i dun drink plain water! [record was none in a week]&lt;br /&gt;5. i used to pick out the pickles and onions in my cheeseburger. and save it for the last. LOL. haven done it recently cuz image matters when u are older. gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who has been taggED???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) hil!!! i can help you with the list!! XP&lt;br /&gt;2) justin! like duh i'll sabo you rite. hahas. but i bet u wun do it cuz u dun blog a lot!&lt;br /&gt;3) billy~&lt;em&gt; maarreeeee....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) lingx! *screams* i so wanna know! *screams again* lol. kidding!&lt;br /&gt;5) xb~ pw+billy's name just reminds me of ya. hahas. and i bet urs gonna be really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. i guess mine turned out to be a bit like... the 5 darkest secrets abt me. hahaha. wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, just came back from my class chalet at aloha loyang (garden terrace G. lol). the first thing tht really loosened my jaws were tht we had to take down the initial reading on the PUB meter. we were only allowed to use 50 units of electricity and if we exceed we hafta start paying. like woah. so calculative sia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next on the list. the furniture of the chalet was pretty homely. it isn't like those classic resort look-a-like sofas etc. but the fabric used, and the designs were pretty similar to any ordinary home! hmm. so is tht good or bad? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have our personal bbq pit! muahahas. absolutely no need for bookings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupps. me meiyee chee kianlin weihan kunlin and xiaobai arrived at around 3 plus 4. and we were greeted by zb and diana...we must really thank diana cuz i think she planned a lot of stuff! she brought lotsa stuff la! like... her ah ma suggested rags, which really came in handy when we needed to dry our feet... she brought lotsa vcds too! whee- and not to mention food yea? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. evening was mainly abt bbq la. lotsa fun hanging around and watching tv tgt... esp tong xin yuan. this is such a family based drama serial tht i din realise so many 2305-ians watched. hahas. but anyways. it was really hilarious when we started guessing the plots and stuff. cool-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night time was actually made up of a long queue to use the bathroom. meanwhile chee entertained me zb and meiyee with some card tricks. which i'm now gloating cuz the 3 of us plus a few guys know the secret liao! after bathing, most of us settled in the &lt;em&gt;girls dorm ( made up of 2 double decker beds. i predict the one i took would collapse in a few weeks time. cuz any slight movement on it result in high decibels of creaking.) &lt;/em&gt;and started gossiping away. from aj to yj to cj. like anything also can gossip sia, including the mechanism of pms-ing?! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lights out in girls dorm. me and wansu took the one nearer to the door, 2nd deck. basically we couldn't get to slp as well as the others did la. &lt;s&gt;so we started playing finger wrestling. then counted sheeps. then started giggling and whispering. whoops. it wasn't suppose to be us!&lt;/s&gt; anyways, the bed was creaking away cuz of our movements on the bed. and poor wong started crying out faintly "is my life in danger?". hmm. let's see. actually at tht point of time i believe it was a yes. mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. so those couldn't realli get to slp, which basically made up of me wansu marie sheena corine, watched 40 yr old virgin. this show is kinda hilarious but pretty draggy. not a really nice show la. but anyways. after all the dragging and slugging, it was by then around 7am. i seriously believe the side effects of my alcohol poisoning worked up again. &lt;s&gt;and the thought of making a prank call started to appear in my mind. whee. so i did. yea. with wansu making all the bg music. hahas. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh no no. to the victim: i bet u dreamt of someone calling u in the middle of your slp. but trust me, it's just a dream. :P &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes as i was saying, 7am liao. then someone mentioned ordering macs delivery. it's such a great idea. and we managed to make royston pay for the delivery charge whilst he wasn't quite awake. lol. so had a hearty breakfast... before.... me and wansu went to slp again. thot of catching the 10.55 shuttle bus... but apparently we overslept so we thought, ok. shall catch the 11.55 one then. but gosh, can u believe it, we overslept again! and omg weihan how come ya din wake us up!!!!! okie. 1245. final one. so since we determined not to miss tht bus, we din fall asleep again. yupps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest, i guess was just the nice lil time me and wansu spent rotting on bus 88 back to amk central. heex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grrrr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113320166143655033?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113320166143655033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113320166143655033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113320166143655033' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113319292583741204</id><published>2005-11-28T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:35.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven come online for a loooong time! hehex.&lt;br /&gt;but still nth much to update la...&lt;br /&gt;cuz the past wk is mainly rotting at home or just rotting out of the house doing nth.&lt;br /&gt;like tdy i purposely took 162 home from somerset to slp on the bus with my mp3 playing music blasting in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haii. can someone tell me why the ogl day camps take up 6 days altogether?&lt;br /&gt;need to train so much arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s i wanna colour my hair!!!! but i've gt no money lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113319292583741204?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113319292583741204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113319292583741204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113319292583741204' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113290119836005001</id><published>2005-11-25T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:34.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my oh my, i've got to stop being a bitch this instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've got my own life to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113290119836005001?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113290119836005001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113290119836005001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113290119836005001' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113281768855742581</id><published>2005-11-24T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:34.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sth's missing...&lt;br /&gt;missing for quite sometime...&lt;br /&gt;feeling a lil empty now.&lt;br /&gt;one week seemed like ages. ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113281768855742581?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113281768855742581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113281768855742581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113281768855742581' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113275681266465549</id><published>2005-11-23T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:34.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm new craze in me recently...&lt;br /&gt;painting nails!&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;br /&gt;lalalas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113275681266465549?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113275681266465549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113275681266465549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113275681266465549' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113256427047583621</id><published>2005-11-21T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:33.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays. i admit. i'm a mapler alr. a noob one yeah. hahas. but if i told ya tht last nite i mapled till 4am... is tht considered addicted? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. so tdy woke up at 12 nn. and had a dumpling for brunch. i totally regret reheating the dumpling. cuz when i heated it the 2nd time [at first it wasn't warm enough, so i reheated when i ate a few mouthfuls.], and brought back to the tv room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~CRANK!!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i suppose i knocked onto the balcony door and the bowl just fell out of my hands. there it was, the half eaten dumpling laying splattered on the ground. and the broken pieces of the bowl around it. it broke into so many lil pieces... and these pieces flew as far as from one end of a classrm to another end. omg. i had a whole hour picking up every single lil piece of &lt;em&gt;bowl, &lt;/em&gt;totally missing the show i was watching halfway, "&lt;strong&gt;who's tht girl&lt;/strong&gt;". grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still hungry. my lunch disappeared just like tht.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113256427047583621?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113256427047583621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113256427047583621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113256427047583621' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113215596957904092</id><published>2005-11-19T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:33.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahas. this is a serious prob. lol. i actually gt quite sian of blogging. hence the drag in updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tdy nth really happened. cuz i kinda gt a &lt;em&gt;lil&lt;/em&gt; grounded after a &lt;em&gt;lil&lt;/em&gt; quarrel with my parents. and why was i grounded? lol. shall blog abt the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: after tuition watched harry potter! (someone kept tripping. lalalas. but i forgot who liao. :P) hahas. basically then couldn't go meet my cool aunt kimmi who finished her australian stint. which is okay la cuz i called her after tht. then ate dinner till pretty late. so obviously the peeps at home wun be happy yea? lol. but i'm kinda glad we still caught the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:basically went swimming with joyce and kelly! yupps. it rained when we reached toa payoh swimming complex. and funny la... we saw this swimmer whom we thot looked very much like jorcelin yeo... after some debating, we changed our minds and decided tht she looks more like nicolette teo. ha! whatever the case, we still dunno who tht swimmer is. but yesh, she's in team singapore, as seen from her swim cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the rain stopped. managed to swim 10 laps. i thot i will die at first. cuz i haven swam for A YEAR. whee. A YEAR. and the last time i popped into the pool i began wondering how i managed to pass my 1500m test 3 yrs ago. but ytd was great! the more i swam, the less tiring it was! omygosh. i'm loving swimming all over again! wanna swim againnnn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the next activity was pretty funny. did sth quite exciting. went to BPP and crashed someone's job! ahahas. so funnyyyyy. and i was wondering how he was taking it all. surprise surprise! lol.. but gosh i think it was awkward at first. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways was a POTATO day tht day. ate 2 cups of 7eleven whipped potato b4 tuition. ate the shaker fries at BPP. oh and ate fries as well at swensens. wow. calories. heatiness. oil. carbo. eeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so these 2 days went home late. hahaha. yeah. but it's time to rest anyways. been towning for a week and i'm so so so tired of going out for a moment. but after a day of staying at home tdy, i hate NOT going out again. gosh. such an irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what-i-&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;-wanna-do-after-promos list: [reviewed on 17/11/05]&lt;br /&gt;1) food binge&lt;br /&gt;2) then massive workout&lt;br /&gt;3) chiong cinemas (refers back to movie list)&lt;br /&gt;4) make money! $$&lt;em&gt; (can i??)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;5) chiong k-box!!&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;actually quite sian of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;6) stay out of the house &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;7) shop!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt; burnt my pocket, but still the shopping list is nv ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;8) get a true blue hairdresser to cut my fringe.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt; yeah, cut by pro liao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) play play play play play.... &lt;em&gt;(i wonder how i'm gonna define tt)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;10) read A book. [let's see, when was the last time i read one?]&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;my bimbotic bk! ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;11) have a nice tri-bday parties reunion with our &lt;u&gt;(nameless)&lt;/u&gt; clique.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) do sth crazy, sth i haven done b4.&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;strong&gt;13)layer and highlight my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies-i-wanna-watch-but-got-not-enough-money-updated~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;-harry potter and the goblet of fire [duh]&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-exorcism of emily rose (watching with yawen and billy i think!)&lt;br /&gt;-chicken little! (1dec!)&lt;br /&gt;-the promise&lt;br /&gt;-memoirs of a geisha [open in jan 06, so i hope to read the bk b4 watching.]&lt;br /&gt;-wallace and gromit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113215596957904092?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113215596957904092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113215596957904092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113215596957904092' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113215546179287366</id><published>2005-11-16T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:32.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slack at home and outside everyday... enjoying it cuz it's even nicer than after Os... and thr's so many days to spare... cuz like this yr i really appreciate tht i'm towning almost everyday. lol. yeah. but at the same time feeling pretty guilty abt the dust collecting on my hol hmwk. whee. december's not here yet so shan't worry abt tht for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re-watched grease just now. yupps. pretty cool show. though it's really outdated. but yeah~ the story is pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... 3 down, 2 to go. after friday, my sundays will be totally freeeeee.... heh. till xmas, tht is. gg to swim with joyce and kelly this fri! welpx. haven swam for quite some time. but hopefully i get a bit of even tan [i said tht b4 the last sentosa trip yea.] and burn a bit more calories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. this 3 wks had been really great... somehow it feels really fulfilling. finished pw, went out continuously, got some rest, and had so much fun within the 16days~ wow. wonder what i had been doing during the past few dec hols. i guess everyday was like homefun. gg online... hol homewk... [and surprisingly with even more days at home i couldn't ever finish the hmwk in time~] yupps. and i rmb every morning i tried to wake up at 8am... but each day i wake up late and thot "try again tmr..." yet i nv succeeded. hahas. sooo... i guess it was all time wastage during the hols ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies i wanna watch but got not enough money:&lt;br /&gt;-harry potter and the goblet of fire [duh]&lt;br /&gt;-exorcism of emily rose [no one will watch with me :(]&lt;br /&gt;-chicken little! [ma-yi-ya-hi~ ma-yi-ya-ho~]&lt;br /&gt;-the promise&lt;br /&gt;-memoirs of a geisha [open in jan 06, so i hope to read the bk b4 watching.]&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113215546179287366?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113215546179287366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113215546179287366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113215546179287366' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113206334813395782</id><published>2005-11-15T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:32.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cdp was pretty lame actually... someone was right saying tht we are kinda being used as guinea pigs. hmmm... let's see... we still had fun NOT cheating la... we are so nice la... if we cheated we would have won... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la. the fact is we did. lol. but it was really fun. gr8 to see the 2305 spirit working its magic again... in fact we were kinda stupid... 1st 15 mins spent time trying to fix the newspaper tied to our legs that kept tearing when we moved. [hey i caught a loophole in this game leh. if the newspaper connection thingy was our last station, wouldn't we be able to move faster thruout... b4 moving around being connected at the very last? tsk. our grp kena this station first leh. obviously slower rite, lol.] but anyways, in the end we just ran freely la, peeped thru the blindfold [oh yeah, was acting blind in the game.] then the crippled ones just ran with 2 feet, dumb ones just talked. but stupid cheewei took a pic of me trying to peep thru my blindfold at the last station~ sheesh. well done, our dear ccp. *grr* and you had to be the one to have the memory card photos being shown to the whole world at the end of the workshop. expose my scandal. whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupps. then it was downtown to buy my whitey nail polish. but later realised the colour not solid enough... cant really go well with my bright pink. sheesh. shall use it solo colour next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, no one told me gelare's small waffles is THAT small. =X it used to be other pple ordering for me mah. :(( it wasn't all tht filling, i hope my gelare partner din go hungry later... =X then was craving for ice cream. insisted not having ice cream on my waffle, cuz i thot tht new zealand naturals would be cheaper. turned out tht it's equally ex. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan my retro shades! decided not to stick to bright pink. maybe lime green would be cute. been to bugis street sometime ago, like last month. stared at the shades in the shop but couldn't bring myself to buy it! went back again tdy, and the feeling returned. hahas. anyways, shall keep my options open till i find a really really nice one. cant afford to regret buying stuff nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i sneezed with my mouth filled with tea. gosh. shan't describe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113206334813395782?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113206334813395782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113206334813395782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113206334813395782' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113197446237969740</id><published>2005-11-14T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:32.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is an &lt;strong&gt;ensuring-you-have-enough-$$-to-survive-the-hols for dummies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) work. labelled: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. [sheesh do i have to suggest this? of course everyone knows tt! *winks]&lt;br /&gt;2) complain and whine tht you dun have enough money for the hols [recommended for peeps with generous parents ONLY.]&lt;br /&gt;3) wear ur sch u and leave the hse at arnd 8am. latest 11am to ensure it's convincing. [tested and tried on real parents.] then u'll get ur pocket money. a bit evil though. lol.&lt;br /&gt;4) look hungry and weak during dinnertime at home. "daddy, mummy, i've gt not enough money to eat! *pouts* "&lt;br /&gt;5) when asked by parents to run down to the provision shop to buy sth, conveniently forget to return the change to them. [okay, evil number 2.]&lt;br /&gt;6) make bets with your cousins or siblings.&lt;br /&gt;7) tell ur relatives tht u wun be in sg during chinese new year and HOPE tht they will give you ang pao in advance. [okay, this is bullshit.]&lt;br /&gt;8) if ur bday is around the corner, hint everyone tht u've grown up and u dunnid storybooks or weird jewellery. money would be more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;9)visit ur grandma more often. [applies to peeps with grandmas like serene's. hahas.]&lt;br /&gt;10) sell ur old-but-looks-good stuff on e-bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: no guarantee on its effectiveness. mainly contains rubbish. self-entertainment purposes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think other than number 1, nth else will work aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way while loitering around somerset with hil tdy, we saw this pretty interesting barrier of some kinda construction site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/320/14112005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sign reads: &lt;em&gt;please bear with the music while we bring shopping to new heights&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;interesting. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113197446237969740?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113197446237969740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113197446237969740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113197446237969740' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113181104775715111</id><published>2005-11-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:31.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just came back from an overnight[due to unforseen circumstances. which i was giggling away when tt happened] stay at a holiday resort[tht's jianwei's hse i m talking abt... gosh :O]!!&lt;br /&gt;u guys shld see his house. like omg omg omg... it's practically a holiday villa sia... something like my dream home. so it was kinda great staying thr for a night~ [lol, zb was thinking of marrying into the family to get the hse. hehe.] oh yeah, while the peeps were bbq-ing zb finally introed me to sim girls. lol. oops. i think this part is meant to be discreet. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to today. &lt;em&gt;reality&lt;/em&gt;. reality as in, i'm back to my humble nest. hahas. yeahh. shall say tht i'm totally shagged la. after not really slping for a night [it's not considered slping if u wake up every hour, to watch tv or sth then settled for a lil nap at 5am rite? lol...], it's such a nice sat, with no tuition[once in a million yrs], yet i have to go for that weird photog competiton. sth like amazing race la... and u really must know ur historical facts and landmarks well. somemore i din know tht it'll last for 2 days... which means tmr i still hafta continue with the competition and walking around... haii. really really. very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall take a week's rest next wk. [though thr's the 5-day tuition chionging. eeks.] realised that i fulfilled my wish of going out everyday to kill the boredom syndrome. in the end wad i got back was no more jeans to wear, and drained energy level. hmmm. but i like tt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113181104775715111?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113181104775715111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113181104775715111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113181104775715111' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113154556028392250</id><published>2005-11-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYE PW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(seems like i can_________ ___________!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PW is OVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note tt i'm using arial... the font that we've been using for our reports. damn it. after today i'm not gonna touch tt font for 2 yrs. this will be the last time i do. whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy was kinda cool. our grp aj114 was the first grp of first shift. it was quite lucky to be first actually. imagine the nerves when u play the audience but haven presented yet. woah. *shiver shiver ? hehe. i dunno. but vincent probably thinks that smiling is a great anti destressing mtd cuz he's been smiling from 8am to 11am. and our grp agrees that his mind works very fast. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, so how's my OP aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, presentation wise, i guess it was as usual, and i'm thankful tt i made it b4 5 mins. a few stumbles here and there la... but it's not tt bad after all. NOW. q&amp;a. WOAH. i'm telling ya this is the WORST q&amp;amp;a i ever encountered. for one thing. u'd agree that the examiner cant squeak loud enough for goodness sake. okay. a good gurl shall be responsible for her actions. suppose i'm the one with blocked ears yea? yah. this is wad happened. apparently i din catch her qn correctly. i heard a wrong word operators becomes consumers. so i happily talked and elaborated on my point. woah so zai. first time can find things to talk abt in detail. i finished my line and looked at her happily. this is her reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i mean the operators of the hypermarket, not the consumers. OPERATORS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jawdrop. fine. u got me thr. whee. i screwed up. by now, my mind was a blank and the remaining replies were kinda brief, short... and i was still in a state of shock. and i counted. she prompted me further 4 times cuz i nv did get wad the heck she really wanted to us. woah. a confirmed M.E sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang! when some 2405-ians encountered similar situation as me and i really broke out into cold sweat for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. that aside. can't let it bug me till next april or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i did the timekeeping for the 3rd grp! hehe... nth much la actually, but... hehehe.... *evil laughter. [no i swear i din do anything funny to the stopwatch.] i think i prolly just played with the bell quite often b4 they presented. must have triggered some nerves in them. [cuz i saw some turning heads with a large frown. whoops.] *paiseh hor neighbouring class(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkays... then after OP me theng and wansu popped over to far east to order the class tshirts at &lt;em&gt;CHIKOS.&lt;/em&gt; that shop owner is seriously funny. or at least, he thinks he is funny. but anyways, the word ecentric would be pretty suitable la.yupps. poor wansu got touched by this&lt;em&gt; CHIKO-PEH&lt;/em&gt; quite a few times aye. ahahs. and my head got whacked by his oh-so-bulky-and-harmful little ballpoint pen a few times. but yeah. our shirt shall be orange! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[p/s we had fried mars bars!mmm...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked walked talked talked... and how can we leave without declaring an end to pw? here's the neos we took. hohox. pw is officially over!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/320/meneospw1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wells. without the 2 self proclaimed yandaos of our grp~ lolx... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/161/380/320/meneospw3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;actually i have an idea leh. we could have waved goodbye and in that direction write sth like.. hmm... PW? hahas... ok fine. just a random thot yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[whee i finally learnt how to put images in blogger. :P]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm... then popped over to j8 to meet wans, mui,diana and zb... watched them eat at pastamania and i koped a bit of mussels and clams from zb... lol... looks like she doesn't like her pasta a lot... then mui&amp;amp;diana bought this volleyball! gosh they sure are obsessed~ &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;distract me... distract me... so far so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113154556028392250?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113154556028392250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113154556028392250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113154556028392250' title='BYE PW!'/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113144488752386612</id><published>2005-11-08T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:30.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg... u guys hafta eat at cartel...&lt;br /&gt;weekdays set lunch... $7.50 nett.&lt;br /&gt;-soup of the day&lt;br /&gt;-main course&lt;br /&gt;-beverage&lt;br /&gt;-2 sccops ice cream, flavour of ur choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had tt for lunch, and the pasta rawks. i declare this be the first creamy flavoured pasta that i like. [used to prefer only the tomato flavoured ones.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch met emx at j8. was supposed to meet joyce oso, then we psycho emx to watch emily rose. but then thr's no sneaks for that show tdy, so might as well let joyce stay at home. so me and emx just sat in front of ntuc and crapped away. more insights, more problems to talk abt. and most of all...&lt;em&gt; i really dun like this snr tt we were talking abt... i think he's really rude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so m back home again. waiting for OP to take place tmr. then i can get it done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one hurdle crossed. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s my chair is falling apart! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113144488752386612?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113144488752386612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113144488752386612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113144488752386612' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113133922805053572</id><published>2005-11-07T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:30.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yays. jogged for 20 mins around the estate. whee! but whether i'll be disciplined to continue for the rest of the year would be another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. yupps. so m kinda high now and m glad that i din JUST WAKE UP. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had to pop by aj just to collect my i&amp;r draft... :&lt;br /&gt;come on pple let's all go out after OP! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. now m thinking deeply of which is the luckiest and most suitable day to start mugging again. hmm. mustn't allow it to clash with my &lt;em&gt;8 characters. &lt;/em&gt;i referred back to my nov and dec planner and realised tt dec is quite empty. how sad. nov leh. seems filled. but when i looked closely, the most filled week is filled becuz there's that crazy 5 day tuition.trust ong to think of such a wonderful idea. but not bad eh. at least there wun be phy tuition for the rest of the yr till we meet again in xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next m thinking even more deeply which would be the best timing to say this to my mum: "mum, i've got 1 bbq, 2 chalets. can u please consider letting me stay of at least 2 of them? one night each would be enough. i promise when i return i will wash the toilets for you." the ideal timing would be when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-it's not her time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;-she's not having any headaches or some ailments.&lt;br /&gt;-she's in ok terms with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;-i dun make mistakes in the house for at least a week.&lt;br /&gt;-i can ensure her that it'd be safe safe safe. [like how unsafe would it be? like me getting eaten up by me frens for bbq?]&lt;br /&gt;-when she's quite distracted, yet not in a bad mood. [distracted pleasantly, get wat i mean? ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i pass her, it shld be fine. though i'm pretty sure dad wouldn't allow me to, i dun care. mum's more reasonable anyways. *shrugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113133922805053572?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113133922805053572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113133922805053572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113133922805053572' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113125167678817704</id><published>2005-11-06T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:30.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nvm the last entry. i'm fine now. what's so difficult abt keeping quiet and being alone in the cold family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways was just blog surfing again... and kinda saw his entry again. this old entry whr he explains this whole thing abt his past experience, abt his perspective on r/s and everything... and i realised i really hadn't really given an ans. he asked 2 times for my perspective but yeah. i said after promos. but after promos i still duno how to put it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should roughly sketch wad i've been thinking la. as in by now, it doesn't even matter if thr was a given status or wad. it's more like what's happening between you and me. so wad if thr's a status? makes no diff wad rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commitment and everything. hmmm. something that i've learnt during post promos. i get watya mean. seems like thr's always no time for us rite. ur job, my pw. yeah, is that wad u meant? from here, i rmb u saying u dun wan to be selfish and everything. i din mean it in a &lt;em&gt;mean&lt;/em&gt; way... but i realised that u said that partially or fully cuz u can't make time for us? not asking you to change ur main focus in life... but i'm just stating what i see. in fact it's ur aspirations that make u unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must admit i was a bit lost abt this whole r/s. it's so not normal, u agree? sth i haven really seen b4 in my life. sth i haven read b4 as well. yupps. and i'm learning learning learning. it's probably this uncertainty that made me quite confused and uncomfortable. like to wad extent can we talk abt stuff? how much time can we spend with each other? wad can we do and everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was even more confused when u showed me that book. hahas. like. woah so now what, are you gonna follow that bk or sth. so what m i now? lol. and i rmb the trauma i had that period of time cuz i was so uncertain of what u wanted. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u wanted to know wad i really think. if what i want is different from wad u want, and if u change becuz of tt, it wun make you a happier soul rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still no matter what it is now, i hafta thank ya loads for being there... for the words of encouragement and stuff... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s i hope it doesn't sound so mean! if i really hafta write all my reflections it has to come out this way. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113125167678817704?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113125167678817704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113125167678817704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113125167678817704' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113119791879085826</id><published>2005-11-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:29.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two things tt happened tdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i survived.______*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)i almost &lt;u&gt;left&lt;/u&gt; home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take me away____&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113119791879085826?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113119791879085826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113119791879085826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113119791879085826' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6740053.post-113111591376320649</id><published>2005-11-04T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:49:29.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2305 hasn't seen ah beng lim for days.&lt;br /&gt;tdy he came back with a 3 hour blabbering story of his job stint with singtel.&lt;br /&gt;apparently he just made LOTS of money. 270 bucks in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;here's a breakdown of his gloating. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-works for singtel&lt;br /&gt;-goes around to different shops in a certain area in sg to make sure that singtel franchised shop owners noe how to use the new system. [meaning the registration of prepaid cards users] but anyways he claims tt most owners are ok with the system alr, so thr's nth much to do.&lt;br /&gt;-hourly rate of $6.50/ public hol double pay [and ah beng lim managed to work during public hols 2 out of 3 days he went for work]&lt;br /&gt;-apparently he once worked for only 3 hours but still got the 7 hour pay [he says singtel paid him to play pool with his frens]&lt;br /&gt;-oh yeah and he calls this job "paid to sit on buses and mrts"... transport claims are additional to these wage rate [omg and he actually felt wasted that he din claim adult fares while using student's concession. lol.]&lt;br /&gt;-flexible job. u come if u want. if u dun want then dun come.&lt;br /&gt;-10am to 6pm&lt;br /&gt;-it's SLACK. [we can all vouch for tt.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. lucky kid.&lt;br /&gt;sounds too good to be true? *shrugs&lt;br /&gt;sighh. i'm kinda envious yet i believe u'd agree with me that this job doesn't give much satisfaction rite? lol. but in any case, ah beng lim is ready to buy his ipod video i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6740053-113111591376320649?l=fifty-six.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113111591376320649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6740053/posts/default/113111591376320649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fifty-six.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113111591376320649' title=''/><author><name>Su-Ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
