<?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-36945872</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:42:31.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-550167343851152180</id><published>2008-05-27T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:30:01.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't think i have decided to blog again. simply because it's too much of a hassle. though i do enjoy reading other people's blogs. (: i think it shall just be something i do once a month. or not.&lt;br /&gt;anyway just wanna thank God for everything He has blessed me with, including 'A's results and applying for uni course, etc etc. forever grateful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously wondering whether i should write about my life. though i know it's kinda pointless. cos all i would do is rant about irritating people and the things they do to irritate me. reading about people reading other people's blogs makes me think of how dangerous it is to write your opinions online. confidentiality issues and stuff. and you thought it was a free world. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-550167343851152180?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/550167343851152180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=550167343851152180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/550167343851152180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/550167343851152180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-think-i-have-decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-5384141836049010404</id><published>2007-04-21T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T07:18:08.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>would someone please tell me how am i going to get my 4As?&lt;br /&gt;rar.&lt;br /&gt;im so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;i need to find the right motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;and that is of course, not studying for others, but for myself and for the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;it's so irritating that some people who don't deserve certain things get it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's an unfair world.&lt;br /&gt;no one's gonna get everything they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;even God's grace was undeserved.&lt;br /&gt;so who am i to question.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i better start practising for my music.&lt;br /&gt;it's the only subject im not sure of.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;you think, could i still consider medicine?&lt;br /&gt;what other options do i have?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll go study some physiology thing. RARRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;or can i just not go to uni please.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf was an eye-opening experience.&lt;br /&gt;the most fruitful thing was meeting farah and charmaine and all the rest again. =)&lt;br /&gt;i miss them lots lots lots.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how would life be like if i went to vj instead. haha&lt;br /&gt;rar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for my rar-ness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;settler's cafe at church today was kinda cool. although the game of life was SUPER long. haha.&lt;br /&gt;they should do it regularly. like maybe quarterly. it's fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-5384141836049010404?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/5384141836049010404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=5384141836049010404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/5384141836049010404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/5384141836049010404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2007/04/would-someone-please-tell-me-how-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-7692587839247656415</id><published>2007-04-11T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T08:00:41.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going out with retarded four today made life seem a lot more simple.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to kellyn on the way home made me think.&lt;br /&gt;Think about the past.&lt;br /&gt;How fast time flies.&lt;br /&gt;We were even talking about sec 1 orientation and how we first met. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think me and kellyn are really rather similar. Especially in the way we deal with things.&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to shu at mph. it was, rather deep talk. Haha. Or at least it was for me. It made me think. Amazing how today is such a thinking day. AND we are similar too! we both wanna have shelves of books so we can read when we have nothing to do. =) im looking forward to that day. heh.&lt;br /&gt;i found a birthday present for mom. but i dont really have much money to spare. rar.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i realised i havent blogged in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVERTISEMENT FOR TJC CHAMBER ENSEMBLE:&lt;br /&gt;PAS DE DEUX : A Dance for Two&lt;br /&gt;27th May 2007&lt;br /&gt;5pm&lt;br /&gt;tickets at $10&lt;br /&gt;Lee Foundation Theatre (NAFA Auditorium)&lt;br /&gt;piano ensemble + string ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;feel the love. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-7692587839247656415?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/7692587839247656415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=7692587839247656415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/7692587839247656415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/7692587839247656415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2007/04/going-out-with-retarded-four-today-made.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-4935265522301568625</id><published>2007-03-16T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:09:05.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the holidays are almost over.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe how fast it passed.&lt;br /&gt;my mouse is cranking up again.&lt;br /&gt;i need a new mouse.&lt;br /&gt;i want a new mp3. so i can store more songs.&lt;br /&gt;i need a new laptop. so they wont keep asking me to clear my hard disk. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i need a swim. a good long hard swim. swim non stop. i need it.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if im allowed to train anymore.&lt;br /&gt;am i welcomed? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i need more seaweed crackers. they're my bingeing food. i can eat it nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;i know what im going to do after im done blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go chow on my haggen daz strawberry cheesecake. (=&lt;br /&gt;that would make me a BIT happier.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like dancing.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe SHU went pubbing HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. im so bored.&lt;br /&gt;i've been stuck at home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;i shall study.&lt;br /&gt;MUG.&lt;br /&gt;mug from 430 until 630. =) yays.&lt;br /&gt;i must be motivated.&lt;br /&gt;not be distracted by unimportant things. HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not disturb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-4935265522301568625?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/4935265522301568625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=4935265522301568625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/4935265522301568625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/4935265522301568625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2007/03/holidays-are-almost-over.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-5930626768822298275</id><published>2007-03-06T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T05:32:17.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today.&lt;br /&gt;it's just another ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, it feels a little lower than ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;the only special thing is i only sent 3 messages the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;but other than that.&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;it's nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i look up into the stars at night, i think about cambodia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-5930626768822298275?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/5930626768822298275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=5930626768822298275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/5930626768822298275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/5930626768822298275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2007/03/today.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-3402594462224368636</id><published>2007-02-27T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T04:46:39.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after the overnighter, i really truly wanted a new start. i wanted the chance to erase everything and like really start over. but realistically, that's impossible. i'm trying. but everything is going against me. i just need someone to believe in me. sadly, some people choose not to.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why people get so emo over things. things that probably don't matter. but i guess everyone's like that. i guess in some ways, if you don't get too emotionally involved in anything, then you're kinda "safe" from any kind of hurt. maybe it's time to start building that wall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dysfunctional.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i question the concept of family.&lt;br /&gt;isn't a family supposed to stick together during rough times?&lt;br /&gt;and not leave each other in the lurch, or demand the impossible?&lt;br /&gt;are they not supposed to help each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, people become emo cos they think too much.&lt;br /&gt;i should really stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;but if i stop thinking, i'll become a vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;vegetables taste disgusting. some of them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so i still should think.&lt;br /&gt;but perhaps, think of more edifying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, easter is coming! i like easter. =)&lt;br /&gt;i did vertical marathon on 25 feb 2007.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. =) climbing and climbing.&lt;br /&gt;there's like no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day, i thought of an analogy.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life can be like a vertical marathon.&lt;br /&gt;there's only one way to move, and that is up.&lt;br /&gt;what's behind is in the past. you can't turn back, or else you wouldn't succeed.&lt;br /&gt;it's tiring. and many times you feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;you try and grab hold of the railings for support, but sometimes, it's just not enough.&lt;br /&gt;you look at the number of storeys you have climbed.&lt;br /&gt;you think about how many storeys you have left to climb.&lt;br /&gt;it seems so daunting. and the temptation to quit is so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see someone overtaking you, and you get just a wee bit demoralised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you overtake someone and you feel like you've achieved a great feat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everytime you pass by a water point, you feel such a great sense of relief and gratefulness for that breather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give yourself a cup of water as a reward for making it this far.&lt;br /&gt;finally you reach the last level.&lt;br /&gt;you put in all your effort to lift up your legs and climb climb climb.&lt;br /&gt;some of your friends in the race help to motivate you and push you and support you.&lt;br /&gt;and finally, you reach the top.&lt;br /&gt;and you'll find that it's all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, halfway you may feel like giving up, but don't.&lt;br /&gt;cos you don't know what's in store for you yet.&lt;br /&gt;so just hold on. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-3402594462224368636?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/3402594462224368636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=3402594462224368636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/3402594462224368636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/3402594462224368636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2007/02/after-overnighter-i-really-truly-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-8344556593078885884</id><published>2007-02-10T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T06:45:22.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just feel so crappy.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;i think its post-ms.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i felt a little anti-climax, like what wen yuan mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time to not feel so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's time to just grow up.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i just miss everything so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember a conversation with zheya about what we wanna do with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;i remember us both mentioning that we both didnt know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;people say you're supposed to do what you like.&lt;br /&gt;well, i like to sing and dance.&lt;br /&gt;but am i good enough to do that as a career?&lt;br /&gt;obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i was born in russia.&lt;br /&gt;maybe then it wouldnt be so far-fetched.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didn't give up.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it's too late for that now.&lt;br /&gt;so what am i going to do?&lt;br /&gt;i feel so aimless. like i dont have a goal.&lt;br /&gt;i better start praying and asking God what he wants for me.&lt;br /&gt;HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish you would stop snatching away the things that i hold so dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish you would stop intruding into my space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish you would stop making life so difficult for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish you would remove that facade that tries too hard to cover up all that is beneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish you would have your own dreams and stop trying to steal mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nonetheless, i wish you success in all you want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope you are happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope i can be happy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-8344556593078885884?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/8344556593078885884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=8344556593078885884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/8344556593078885884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/8344556593078885884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-feel-so-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-5843992750964940431</id><published>2007-02-03T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T06:45:22.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>karen wanted me to blog about sth interesting.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT is interesting?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;school is getting more and more dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;HELP.&lt;br /&gt;i need to know what im going to study in uni.&lt;br /&gt;Lord please show me the way.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i've been cramping like mad.&lt;br /&gt;thanks karen, for the pills.&lt;br /&gt;i went to see ikea tampines.&lt;br /&gt;it's really HUGE. and nice.&lt;br /&gt;it made me feel like becoming an interior designer.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;my "ambition" keeps changing every few days.&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me. =(&lt;br /&gt;when shu broke down in the toilet i seriously freaked.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's times like these when we realise how crucial this year is.&lt;br /&gt;people are probably mugging away alr.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED SOME MOTIVATION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-5843992750964940431?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/5843992750964940431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=5843992750964940431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/5843992750964940431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/5843992750964940431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2007/02/karen-wanted-me-to-blog-about-sth.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-1473735849815285649</id><published>2007-01-28T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T05:10:44.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I went to a party,   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remembered what you said.&lt;br /&gt;You told me not to drink, Mum&lt;br /&gt;So I had a Sprite instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt proud of myself,&lt;br /&gt;The way  you said I would,&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't drink and drive,&lt;br /&gt;Though some friends said I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a healthy choice,&lt;br /&gt;And your advice to me was right,&lt;br /&gt;The party finally ended,&lt;br /&gt;And the kids drove out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into my car,&lt;br /&gt;Sure to get home in one piece,&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what was coming, Mum      &lt;br /&gt;Something I expected least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm lying on the pavement,&lt;br /&gt;And I hear the policeman say,&lt;br /&gt;The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,&lt;br /&gt;Mum, his voice seems far away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own blood's all around me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I try hard not to cry.&lt;/strong&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;I can hear the paramedic say,&lt;br /&gt;This girl is going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure  the guy had no idea,&lt;br /&gt;While he was flying high,&lt;br /&gt;Because he chose to drink and drive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I would have to die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do people do it, Mum &lt;br /&gt;Knowing that it ruins lives?&lt;br /&gt;And now the pain is cutting me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a hundred stabbing knives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should have taught him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That it's wrong to drink and drive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if his parents had,&lt;br /&gt;I'd still be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breath is getting shorter, Mum&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really scared.&lt;br /&gt;These are my final moments,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so unprepared.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish  that you could hold me Mum,&lt;br /&gt;As I lie here and die.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mum!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I love you and good-bye.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alcohol kills doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;don't think of drinking.&lt;br /&gt;you'd be lying to yourself if you tell yourself that you wont get addicted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-1473735849815285649?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/1473735849815285649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=1473735849815285649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/1473735849815285649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/1473735849815285649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-went-to-party-and-remembered-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-2713592877336618008</id><published>2007-01-20T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T06:22:34.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think the swimming pool analogy is really apt in describing different individuals in their relationship with God. okay this is sorta like my own analogy. HAHA. dont be offended by anything i say. and PLEASE do not tag critcising my analogy. you are welcome to create your own. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the swimming pool as Christianity in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are fully clothed and are standing at the edge of the pool, looking on disinterested:&lt;br /&gt;These are the people who are anti-God. Atheists. They want don't know, and don't really care what's up with Christianity. They are happy being what they are. People with no God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are fully clothed and are standing at the edge of the pool, looking on curiously:&lt;br /&gt;These are the people who have no religion, but are looking for a purpose, looking for a God. They're waiting for people to tell them to get changed into their swimsuits and get into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are getting dressed in the bathrooms, yet unwilling to move out to the pool deck:&lt;br /&gt;People who have heard of Christianity, but they dont want to make the move to accept Christ. For whatever reason, perhaps they want to know more before taking the leap of faith into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are lying by the poolside enjoying the warm sun, contented just to watch the other swimmers:&lt;br /&gt;Church-goers. Pew-warmers. People who are happy going to church from 9-11am but refrain from serving in any ministries to avoid unwanted burdens or sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are sitting on the edge of the pool, testing the water with their feet:&lt;br /&gt;Christians who are luke-warm. (Do most of us fall into this category?) They serve cos church leaders encourage them to, and they feel obligated. Perhaps their relationship with God is sorta on off. hot cold. love hate. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are struggling to swim:&lt;br /&gt;Christians who are facing difficulties in their walk with God. Perhaps they feel that God isn't there, or perhaps they are disillusioned by christians who dont behave like they are christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are swimming underwater.&lt;br /&gt;Christians who are way too into Christianity. Extremists maybe? Cults? Or maybe it could be describing people who are feeling burnt out by ministry. They need to come up to the surface to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are happily swimming in the water:&lt;br /&gt;Christians who are reaping the joy of serving and worshipping God. They are contented with their lives, constantly giving thanks for all that God has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should reflect on what category i fall into. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also something Lydia said today made alot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;A relationship is built over time. you can't say that you have a relationship with someone (be it friendship or kinship or otherwise) without spending enough time to get to know the person.&lt;br /&gt;Similarly with God.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's supposed to be pretty much part of your lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;People, even non-believers, can pray and ask God to help them in their exams, or when they're facing some sort of difficulty. But this is probably the only times when they ask God for help. When it's smooth-sailing, it's as if God isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;Lydia said that when you have a relationship with God, you'll get to know him better, and hence grow to love Him. And in this way, you'll want to worship God. not that God NEEDS you to worship Him. After all, He is God. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many insights for today. haha. dont be overwhelmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-2713592877336618008?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/2713592877336618008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=2713592877336618008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/2713592877336618008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/2713592877336618008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-swimming-pool-analogy-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-5257772281030825021</id><published>2007-01-20T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T05:22:16.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh.&lt;br /&gt;i like this blogskin. dont you?&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;this is my all time favourite song.&lt;br /&gt;it used to appear in my recurring nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;we should really try singing it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;acapella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the night has come&lt;br /&gt;and the land is dark&lt;br /&gt;and the moon is the only light we'll see&lt;br /&gt;no, I won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;oh, I won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;just as long as you stand by me&lt;br /&gt;if the sky that we look upon&lt;br /&gt;should tumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;or the mountains should crumble to the sea&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry, I won't cry&lt;br /&gt;no, I won't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you stand by me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-5257772281030825021?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/5257772281030825021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=5257772281030825021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/5257772281030825021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/5257772281030825021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2007/01/heh.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-2286230338525353598</id><published>2007-01-07T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T23:54:28.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rar.&lt;br /&gt;its so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing's for sure,&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead jealous.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my timetable ... is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i hope i dont see that woman anymore.&lt;br /&gt;looking at her kinda makes me wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;u told me that they're not aa.&lt;br /&gt;but actually they are.&lt;br /&gt;aiyar i dont care alr lah...&lt;br /&gt;as long as they're around,&lt;br /&gt;i'll just pretend im blind..&lt;br /&gt;or better yet.&lt;br /&gt;pretend they don't exist.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-2286230338525353598?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/2286230338525353598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=2286230338525353598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/2286230338525353598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/2286230338525353598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2007/01/rar.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-6683977034561593949</id><published>2007-01-01T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T04:41:22.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;a memorable year, mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember orientation one and dwight's "banana dance".&lt;br /&gt;i remember being really really dao to wai yeow.&lt;br /&gt;i remember "keep your comments to yourself".&lt;br /&gt;i remember collection of o level results.&lt;br /&gt;i remember ponning lectures and tutorials and trying to convince cheryl to come with us.&lt;br /&gt;i remember our debate about pon1 and pon3.&lt;br /&gt;i remember rachel. (pon queen)&lt;br /&gt;i remember charlene. =) we have to meet up!&lt;br /&gt;i remember t-rex and t-gong. (shakes head)&lt;br /&gt;i remember our list of dumb acts!&lt;br /&gt;i remember the english project on akira kurosawa.&lt;br /&gt;i remember endless swimming trainings at mountbatten.&lt;br /&gt;i remember ponning string rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;i remember vday.&lt;br /&gt;i remember mass dancing behind the sports com.&lt;br /&gt;i remember videoing karen mass dancing.&lt;br /&gt;i remember o2.&lt;br /&gt;i remember the aftermath of o2.&lt;br /&gt;i remember carls junior.&lt;br /&gt;i remember countless movies!&lt;br /&gt;i remember all the quarrels between [me cheryl karen] and dickson.&lt;br /&gt;i remember eating steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;i remember making up stupid songs about circles and ellipses. oh and dickson's gap between his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;i remember june swim camp and telephone calls.&lt;br /&gt;i remember swimming elections.&lt;br /&gt;i remember string elections.&lt;br /&gt;i remember slack pw lessons and solitaire!&lt;br /&gt;i remember losing my sim card.&lt;br /&gt;i remember acjc indian music workshops.&lt;br /&gt;i remember steven the scarecrow.&lt;br /&gt;i remember stringspeak2006 on 26th may 2006.&lt;br /&gt;i remember eating satay after that!&lt;br /&gt;i remember sch nats.&lt;br /&gt;i remember jcts!&lt;br /&gt;i remember mep concert. motif: the inaugural montage.&lt;br /&gt;i remember walking to and from simei in the mornings and late at night.&lt;br /&gt;i remember prawn and strawberries salad and bacon and egg and hotdog wrap for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;i remember ben and jerry's icecream and after eight chocolates and strepsils!&lt;br /&gt;i remember taking stupid pictures of karen.&lt;br /&gt;i remember the high sch musical craze!&lt;br /&gt;i remember crying from painful flicks.&lt;br /&gt;i remember irritating karen by being touchy. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;i remember entertaining karen by singing songs like "from the inside out".&lt;br /&gt;i remember ALL the chem lessons in the lab! and we being accused of looking outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;i remember eating breakfast set on tuesday mornings with martin and jianwei.&lt;br /&gt;i remember the library sessions during chinese.&lt;br /&gt;i remember queueing up at zap.&lt;br /&gt;i remember steph chasing me for class fund.&lt;br /&gt;i remember hotdogs! and nuggets. and munching away in gp: cr201.&lt;br /&gt;i remember miss ng's farewell in lt1. so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i remember miss kaur and the dinosaur and the model.&lt;br /&gt;i remember lunch at tuang's mee pok!&lt;br /&gt;i remember dreading sumo house (it's gone!)&lt;br /&gt;i remember badminton and trashing dickson!&lt;br /&gt;i remember mission trainings on friday nights and our obsession with ariz's ibook and taking absurd looking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;i remember shoes, sandals, slippers and flats.&lt;br /&gt;i remember practicing my piano dutifully in the recital room and lessons with miss loo.&lt;br /&gt;i remember slacking in the MS!&lt;br /&gt;i remember mugging for promos - nlb, mos burger, macs, what else?&lt;br /&gt;i remember promos.&lt;br /&gt;i remember celebrating after promos.&lt;br /&gt;i remember slc - zheya, adillia, nadine, maryam, yinglin, and all the tk girls HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i remember going out with shu and zheya to buy random stuff like pillows and tshirts with green bears!&lt;br /&gt;i remember 5th dec 2006 and sakae sushi!&lt;br /&gt;i remember visting kellyn and her poor toe and watching failure to launch.&lt;br /&gt;i remember 20th dec 2006.&lt;br /&gt;i remember cambodia mission trip.&lt;br /&gt;i remember christmas in cogs phnom penh.&lt;br /&gt;i remember ogl camp. even though i only went one day.&lt;br /&gt;i remember countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall add to this list! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-6683977034561593949?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/6683977034561593949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=6683977034561593949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/6683977034561593949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/6683977034561593949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2007/01/year-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-5085405957928019755</id><published>2006-12-27T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T03:41:50.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>issit just me?&lt;br /&gt;why don't i feel a sense of regret?&lt;br /&gt;sure i miss the place.&lt;br /&gt;im not too close to the people though.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone cried.&lt;br /&gt;everyone except me and colin.&lt;br /&gt;weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know wad to say.&lt;br /&gt;im just kinda confused.&lt;br /&gt;does this mean to say that i dont have a love for them?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i dont know either.&lt;br /&gt;god please show me the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-5085405957928019755?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/5085405957928019755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=5085405957928019755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/5085405957928019755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/5085405957928019755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/12/issit-just-me-why-dont-i-feel-sense-of.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-170509909050799698</id><published>2006-12-20T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T17:07:00.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seem to have grown over the past year.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if that's good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;not grown physically.&lt;br /&gt;i wish THAT would ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;can someone please make me grow fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just starting to organize my computer.&lt;br /&gt;inspired and motivated by kellyn neo.&lt;br /&gt;she's so freakin neat, it freakin scares me lah can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. MERRY CHRISTMAS to all.&lt;br /&gt;today's my last day in singapore. until 26th that is. haha.&lt;br /&gt;im so nervous bout tmr....&lt;br /&gt;scared. anxious. apprehensive. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're coming back todayyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been exactly trng.&lt;br /&gt;though i wish i could compete.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling's like. really nice.&lt;br /&gt;but i know my timing's probably like shit now.&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-170509909050799698?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/170509909050799698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=170509909050799698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/170509909050799698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/170509909050799698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-seem-to-have-grown-over-past-year.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-3463733713730484745</id><published>2006-12-07T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:05:43.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do i feel ashamed or wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. its not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;wad's the point of a blog.&lt;br /&gt;when you're writing all about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;who wants to know anyway?&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;amelia's pmsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dont think its right to doubt.&lt;br /&gt;though i do.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;it just shows our lack of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope alpha really comes through for us.&lt;br /&gt;though i dont know who to invite.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my afternoon being emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-3463733713730484745?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/3463733713730484745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=3463733713730484745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/3463733713730484745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/3463733713730484745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-i-feel-ashamed-or-wad.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-4905567813247634980</id><published>2006-12-06T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T03:26:13.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amelia is depressed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why'd you have to go.&lt;br /&gt;left me all alone.&lt;br /&gt;with no one.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna talk about something happy.&lt;br /&gt;but there's nothing!!!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's supposed to be special.&lt;br /&gt;i should go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me a tad happier.&lt;br /&gt;just that when i shop, i get reminded!!! of things that make me sad. and happy. and sad.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started proper qt yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;like writing in the journal that lydia gave me last year.&lt;br /&gt;my birthday feels uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;even though it is.&lt;br /&gt;i was really happy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i ate until... really cannot eat.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i had two feasts before me.&lt;br /&gt;=) sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what im doing..&lt;br /&gt;i sorta cant wait for the christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;it's one week from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks from now,&lt;br /&gt;it'll be a bittersweet meeting.&lt;br /&gt;a day where i'd be happy cos you're there, but sad cos it wouldn't last.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;you're here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-4905567813247634980?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/4905567813247634980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=4905567813247634980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/4905567813247634980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/4905567813247634980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/12/haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-4935702813316849639</id><published>2006-11-29T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T06:16:04.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rar.&lt;br /&gt;backache!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where'd you go.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;seems like its been forever.&lt;br /&gt;that you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;br /&gt;life is sooo. difficult.&lt;br /&gt;amelia, rmbr to do qt!!!&lt;br /&gt;since someone fails to remind you.&lt;br /&gt;you have to remind yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're having fun. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-4935702813316849639?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/4935702813316849639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=4935702813316849639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/4935702813316849639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/4935702813316849639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/11/rar.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-8038421458809506450</id><published>2006-11-27T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T07:16:26.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8144/4509/1600/243740/100_0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8144/4509/200/976128/100_0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8144/4509/1600/178927/100_0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8144/4509/200/419441/100_0298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was like, last week, when i went to ikea and queensway with shoe and the doll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we bought this pillow thingy.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8144/4509/200/944926/100_0297.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and shoe's shoes. HAHA! SOUNDS FUNNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a tshirts with a GREEN BEARS! lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my first brown shirt. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got a new phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k800i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope i can take care of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bought this green striped pouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE chose it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10daysleft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-8038421458809506450?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/8038421458809506450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=8038421458809506450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/8038421458809506450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/8038421458809506450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-was-like-last-week-when-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-9204593340903272066</id><published>2006-11-21T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T06:41:58.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;decided to upload wedding pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some of them anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the girls. xinling's disappeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3599/4266/1600/67813/100_0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3599/4266/200/813149/100_0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3599/4266/200/975988/100_0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt; me and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3599/4266/1600/562174/100_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3599/4266/200/729861/100_0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; abby me and man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3599/4266/1600/170028/100_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3599/4266/200/182666/100_0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the guys and the groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3599/4266/1600/161300/100_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3599/4266/200/358098/100_0246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; newyoRKnewYORK (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3599/4266/1600/509764/100_0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3599/4266/200/641654/100_0257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im really freakin bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-9204593340903272066?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/9204593340903272066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=9204593340903272066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/9204593340903272066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/9204593340903272066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/11/decided-to-upload-wedding-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-6797264087615667050</id><published>2006-11-20T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:38:22.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly.&lt;br /&gt;the service at giant bedok sucks.&lt;br /&gt;1. they were rude&lt;br /&gt;2. they were slow&lt;br /&gt;3. they were arrogant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is dead.&lt;br /&gt;how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;how can life be dead.&lt;br /&gt;i need to shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you have to hide?&lt;br /&gt;is your life so interesting, that you think people want to know about it?&lt;br /&gt;well maybe some pple do.&lt;br /&gt;but that's your fault anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't deny.&lt;br /&gt;but i have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-6797264087615667050?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/6797264087615667050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=6797264087615667050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/6797264087615667050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/6797264087615667050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/11/firstly.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-9160383464904358908</id><published>2006-11-15T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T06:33:03.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to watch step up.&lt;br /&gt;went to eat my favourite thai food.&lt;br /&gt;boy i missed good food man! =)&lt;br /&gt;later went shopping with mom and dad. bought some stuff. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white spag strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8144/4509/1600/100_0206.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8144/4509/200/100_0206.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some army skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8144/4509/1600/100_0207.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8144/4509/200/100_0207.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8144/4509/1600/100_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8144/4509/200/100_0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pumps! no photo for this one. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAR. my shoulders are aching.&lt;br /&gt;i shall load photos about slc once i get my hands on them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so irritated!&lt;br /&gt;im itchy, painful and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a terrible dream ytd night.&lt;br /&gt;it was like my worst nightmare ever.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;if it does, i dont think i could survive.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think anyone could.&lt;br /&gt;nowadays all my dreams are horrible.&lt;br /&gt;like i always end up close to tears when i finally wake up.&lt;br /&gt;my dream on monday night sorta came true.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;please dont ever let it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss karen and cheryl. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-9160383464904358908?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/9160383464904358908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=9160383464904358908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/9160383464904358908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/9160383464904358908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-116312760386209695</id><published>2006-11-10T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:36:58.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry i know im in a blogging mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in italics is the other version.&lt;br /&gt;my version. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant the things I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you never meant the things you said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to make me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;did you say you're sorry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I regret all these mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you regret all these mistakes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're leaving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you should know why i'm leaving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know you must have your reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know i have my reasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are tears in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch as you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you watch me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's getting late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's far too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were invading in on my secrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were too close for comfort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm pushing you out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm wanting in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're wanting in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what you were just about to discover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got too close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you got too close for comfort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And driving you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and driving me home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;guess you'll never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we scratched our names into the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember when we scratched our names into the sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you i loved you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that I find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you shouldn't find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you've changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I've changed my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos I still feel the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything I feel for you I wrote down on one piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everthing you feel for me you wrote down on one piece of paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one in your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's still in my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much it hurts to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos it hurts me as much as it does you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time you've been telling me lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this time, I promise it wasn't all lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in bags that are under your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it shows in the bags under my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I when I asked you I knew I was right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you asked me, it was all pretense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you took it back on me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts if I take it back now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need you most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I need you too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you chose to let me down, down, down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm sorry I let you down, down, down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you think about what you're about to do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought countless times about wad i'm about to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And back down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-116312760386209695?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/116312760386209695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=116312760386209695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/116312760386209695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/116312760386209695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-sorry-i-know-im-in-blogging-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-116312608994841810</id><published>2006-11-10T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:36:58.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember the first day when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;remember the first day when you smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;s&gt;stepped&lt;/s&gt; to me and you said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I was the woman you dreamed about&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the first day when you &lt;s&gt;called my house&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the first day when you took me out&lt;br /&gt;we had butterflies although we tried to hide&lt;br /&gt;and we both had a beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way we held each others hand&lt;br /&gt;the way we talked the way we laughed&lt;br /&gt;it felt so good to find true love&lt;br /&gt;I knew right then and there you were the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause he told me so&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause his feelings show&lt;br /&gt;when he stares at me you know that he cares for me&lt;br /&gt;you see how he is so deep in love&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause its obvious&lt;br /&gt;I know that he loves me cause it's me he trusts&lt;br /&gt;and he's missing me if he's not kissing me&lt;br /&gt;and when he looks at me his &lt;strong&gt;brown eyes&lt;/strong&gt; tells his soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first day, the first day we kissed&lt;br /&gt;remember the first day we had an argument&lt;br /&gt;we apologized and then we compromised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and we haven't argued since&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the first day we stopped playing games&lt;br /&gt;remember the first day you fell in love with me&lt;br /&gt;it felt so good for you to say those words&lt;br /&gt;cause I felt the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy so happy that you're in my life&lt;br /&gt;and baby now that you're a part of me&lt;br /&gt;you showed me showed me the meaning of true love&lt;br /&gt;and i know he loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-116312608994841810?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/116312608994841810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=116312608994841810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/116312608994841810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/116312608994841810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/11/remember-first-day-when-i-saw-your.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-116312572969364581</id><published>2006-11-10T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:36:58.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RARRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i finished work at around 840.&lt;br /&gt;it's the last of the envelopes, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;when i was doing it,&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of movie titles.&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;em&gt;the return of the envelopes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the envelopes strikes back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the case of the missing envelope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe its more like book titles than movie titles.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i was seriously getting a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;but altogether i earned approx $104.50 for 19 hours of work in 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;not bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's piano lesson later. ohno. wad am i gg to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikea-ed with shoe ytd.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;the FUNNIEST part was when she realised that it was 9.90 instead of 5.90.&lt;br /&gt;the look on her face was priceless!&lt;br /&gt;then after tt we kept laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;thanks shoe.&lt;br /&gt;don't forget our date after u come back from thailand. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ya know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wad u did really hurt me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it brought back all the hurt from 4 years ago, and 6 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it hurt to know that i went through such trauma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope you didnt mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;perhaps you don't know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'm rather paranoid about such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just don't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note...&lt;br /&gt;there are no other brighter notes.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;holidays sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12-14 nov: SLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15 nov: trng? kang's birthday, go back to sch, appt with miss lau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16 nov: escape with zheya kel and shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17 nov: melody's birthday, student leadership convention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18 nov: charles/emily's wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19 nov:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20 nov:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21 nov: swimming? (hehehe if i'm invited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22 nov:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23 nov:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24-26 nov: ogl induction camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27 nov:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28 nov:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29 nov-1 dec: calvary children's camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 dec:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 dec:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 dec:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 dec: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;my birthday.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 dec: date at changi airport. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7-20 dec:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21-26 dec: cambodia mission trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27-30 dec: ogl camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30 dec: amazinGrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;im gg crazy. =( can someone rescue me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/36945872-116312572969364581?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/116312572969364581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=116312572969364581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/116312572969364581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/116312572969364581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/11/rarrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-116290936713367055</id><published>2006-11-07T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:36:58.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/196/440/1600/Image(061).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/196/440/320/Image%28061%29.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHHA. so funnnyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;both of us look so funnyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;hahha.&lt;br /&gt;this is the woman who rescued me from wandering around orchard on an empty stomaach. =)&lt;br /&gt;i look different.&lt;br /&gt;like so young.&lt;br /&gt;so weird.&lt;br /&gt;nvm.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;worked only 2 hours today.&lt;br /&gt;so fast right?&lt;br /&gt;working tmr again.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;OPeeee OPeeee WHY are you SOSOSO boring. =(&lt;br /&gt;im mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-116290936713367055?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/116290936713367055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=116290936713367055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/116290936713367055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/116290936713367055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hahahhahahahha.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-116282156587664034</id><published>2006-11-06T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:36:58.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to work today.&lt;br /&gt;from 1pm to 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;a paper cut my finger.&lt;br /&gt;naughty paper.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole day looking at printed letters and brouchures and envelopes and stickers and people with weird names like chwe chee. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ate pepper lunch!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;super nice.&lt;br /&gt;oh yah i woke up this morning with a terrible stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;sat in the toilet for who knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i was semiconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sad.&lt;br /&gt;my sim card is gone.&lt;br /&gt;and so are all the beautiful memories.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;don't message my 8------- number.&lt;br /&gt;k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-116282156587664034?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/116282156587664034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=116282156587664034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/116282156587664034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/116282156587664034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-to-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36945872.post-116239193118724310</id><published>2006-11-01T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T05:36:58.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>honey.</title><content type='html'>something for me to do when i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;i reopened it.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;i'm rather itchy.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;had fun talking to zheya and kellyn online.&lt;br /&gt;had fun disturbing karen and cheryl in sch.&lt;br /&gt;am i deprived?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;HONEY BABY! (i think the name honey sucks. )&lt;br /&gt;she's cute.&lt;br /&gt;in an odd way.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36945872-116239193118724310?l=vacant-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/feeds/116239193118724310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36945872&amp;postID=116239193118724310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/116239193118724310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36945872/posts/default/116239193118724310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacant-.blogspot.com/2006/11/honey.html' title='honey.'/><author><name>me</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
