<?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-3036630370471845542</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:42:49.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet memories of gone summers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>711</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-8219717592367330925</id><published>2009-09-16T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:06:44.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had joy, we had fun&lt;br /&gt;We had seasons in the sun&lt;br /&gt;But the hills that we climbed&lt;br /&gt;Were just seasons out of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blop blop &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://fionaxyl.onsugar.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fiona on sugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just trying out. Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-8219717592367330925?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8219717592367330925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-had-joy-we-had-fun-we-had-seasons-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8219717592367330925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8219717592367330925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-had-joy-we-had-fun-we-had-seasons-in.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-2087819880652882309</id><published>2009-09-15T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:44:23.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time flies, people change, that's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-2087819880652882309?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2087819880652882309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-flies-people-change-thats-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Refreshing jog, flushed cheeks, nutritious dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Badminton anybody? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-8399184822741031920?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8399184822741031920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/refreshing-jog-uneven-breathing-flushed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8399184822741031920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="javascript:decryptText('lwDjpnxv')"&gt;I hope you know.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-2447548489472179730?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2447548489472179730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hope-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2447548489472179730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2447548489472179730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hope-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-7462240909961884663</id><published>2009-09-11T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:49:22.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you better not rain, you better not 'cos you'll break my heart, ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-7462240909961884663?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-9108270012116217273</id><published>2009-09-11T01:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:56:55.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;有点喘不过气来&lt;br&gt;A little busy these few days, getting myself updated with a bit of everything. I realised I've been missing out on lots of prom meetings, kinda guilty I haven't done anything much to help the committee. I realised I haven't met Shuyi, Charmaine and the rest of them for quite some time and I wish I can go Taiwan with them again. I realised I haven't been practising the flute for a long time, wondering if the next alumni practise will crash with anything, hopefully not. I realised there's a TRM campers' meeting tomorrow, and I have no money to top-up ezlink card, which leaves me with the last option, which is to take 2h bus ride to Habour Front. I realised I haven't have a proper catch up with Esther and my duck family, lol. I realised I miss birdies though I just met them yesterday. I realised I need money, lots of money right now, same to you, Boh Jia Min, hahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Working next Saturday and Sunday. Hopefully get to OT both days.&lt;br&gt;And to bring Boh and Wx for interview and work with me yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;MANGO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-9108270012116217273?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/9108270012116217273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-busy-these-few-days-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/9108270012116217273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/9108270012116217273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-busy-these-few-days-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-2527658986342816768</id><published>2009-09-09T02:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:31:53.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hungry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;–adjective -gri⋅er, -gri⋅est.&lt;br /&gt;1. having a desire, craving, or need for food; feeling hunger.&lt;br /&gt;2. indicating, characteristic of, or characterized by hunger.&lt;br /&gt;3. strongly or eagerly desirous.&lt;br /&gt;4. lacking needful or desirable elements; not fertile; poor: hungry land.&lt;br /&gt;5. marked by a scarcity of food: The depression years were hungry times.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;Informal. &lt;/em&gt;aggressively ambitious or competitive, as from a need to overcome poverty or past defeats: &lt;em&gt;a hungry investment firm looking for wealthy clients.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;craving for tom yum, hainanese chicken rice, green tea icecream.&lt;br /&gt;thanks ah jiayi, yumz. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-2527658986342816768?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2527658986342816768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/craving-for-tom-yum-hainanese-chicken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2527658986342816768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2527658986342816768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/craving-for-tom-yum-hainanese-chicken.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-7431267837706055039</id><published>2009-09-08T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:49:10.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div id="RtvsAiIW" title="U2FsdGVkX1+VMbMuiB6UCUqL0DDDpQlvXBRmFEL93YY9AXTFtTWczCHK6gIfP02+VpA3jKhEQhs/aC1CARfcZK1WtX6VG/sR/x+xEdGUpTQbkMKNE52xMQp0UJ7OhJOu"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('RtvsAiIW')"&gt;6) six things on my mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) fingers are aching from too much practising, taking a break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) forgot all my major and minor scales, gonna dig out my sbt and all other technical books and learn all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) sakae buffet tomorrow w/ birdies, hehehe (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i wanna go bangkok or phuket, have to chiong work first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 12 sept, chunk fest, anybody? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-7431267837706055039?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7431267837706055039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/five-things-1-fingers-are-aching-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7431267837706055039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7431267837706055039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/five-things-1-fingers-are-aching-from.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-7592898997325260273</id><published>2009-09-06T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:43:38.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone should get me a guitar, i am so inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epiphone.com/default.asp?ProductID=89&amp;amp;CollectionID=10"&gt;http://www.epiphone.com/default.asp?ProductID=89&amp;amp;CollectionID=10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleasey poo? heheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-7592898997325260273?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7592898997325260273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-should-get-me-guitar-i-am-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7592898997325260273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7592898997325260273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-should-get-me-guitar-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5042554603642577094</id><published>2009-09-02T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:24:08.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SAGITTARIUS (The Promiscuous One)&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in the you know where..!!! &lt;b&gt;Not the kind of person you wanna mess with, you might end up crying.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was bored having nothing to do, thus bloghopping, online window shopping, thinking of dream car and future, laughing at myself, facebooking, smsing, waiting for time to pass till 1pm and preparing to go out. Don't mess with me, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5042554603642577094?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5042554603642577094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/sagittarius-promiscuous-one-spontaneous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5042554603642577094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5042554603642577094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/sagittarius-promiscuous-one-spontaneous.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-4138135578467477472</id><published>2009-09-02T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T10:10:17.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things I'm gonna miss during the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sp3T9Wrw6qI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hKWfKuxyfg4/s1600-h/6331_127349861937_704006937_2665389_5115545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376686581164862114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sp3T9Wrw6qI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hKWfKuxyfg4/s320/6331_127349861937_704006937_2665389_5115545_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sp1W7fDykGI/AAAAAAAAARk/A1vfRlukh-A/s1600-h/n537760708_2626505_6130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376549110099906658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sp1W7fDykGI/AAAAAAAAARk/A1vfRlukh-A/s320/n537760708_2626505_6130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sp1XFRf6-zI/AAAAAAAAARs/fX2ZWaNL24w/s1600-h/4768_221560810692_669095692_7450585_3926664_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376549278258494258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sp1XFRf6-zI/AAAAAAAAARs/fX2ZWaNL24w/s320/4768_221560810692_669095692_7450585_3926664_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needa good good catch up, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-4138135578467477472?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4138135578467477472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-im-gonna-miss-during-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4138135578467477472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4138135578467477472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-im-gonna-miss-during-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sp3T9Wrw6qI/AAAAAAAAAR0/hKWfKuxyfg4/s72-c/6331_127349861937_704006937_2665389_5115545_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3582994555699678673</id><published>2009-09-01T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:06:06.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feel like eating donuts, beancurd, mangoes, yumyum chompchomp.&lt;br /&gt;7 weeks of holidays, please slow down k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moolahs come to meeeeee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3582994555699678673?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3582994555699678673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-like-eating-donuts-beancurd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3582994555699678673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3582994555699678673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-like-eating-donuts-beancurd.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3370502259555780294</id><published>2009-08-29T02:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:46:34.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last paper finally, no more school till 7 weeks later, time to party!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fiona's working tomorrow, after one month plus of freezing in exam halls, underpass @ school, libraries, esplanade and fh wong's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3370502259555780294?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3370502259555780294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/fionas-working-tomorrow-after-one-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3370502259555780294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3370502259555780294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/fionas-working-tomorrow-after-one-month.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-6384223564950879088</id><published>2009-08-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:39:15.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tiring day. Forgive me for not studying hard for today's paper. Thursday will be different I swear, gonna mug hard, find out the format of the paper, complete every single topic, practise my graph drawings,  and bed early tomorrow night. FL needs lots of energy replenished to carry on, g'night world. And, take care my dears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;talk with me for just a while&lt;br /&gt;so much of you to get to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-6384223564950879088?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6384223564950879088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6384223564950879088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6384223564950879088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3390160852363575693</id><published>2009-08-25T11:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:37:13.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two more hours to ITR paper and I am blogging, facebooking, msning, stoning. Lost concentration to study, lost mood to carry on. Zen me bannnn! :K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's got eyes of the bluest skies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3390160852363575693?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3390160852363575693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-more-hours-to-itr-paper-and-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3390160852363575693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3390160852363575693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-more-hours-to-itr-paper-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-6074008659165402861</id><published>2009-08-23T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:40:22.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you are at your worst stage in life, allow people to help you. Do not ever drown yourself in your own sorrows. That would only make life unbearable, not only to yourself, but to those who care for you. Remember, FL is like a sponge, 24/7 foc listening ears for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and she will be loved.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-6074008659165402861?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6074008659165402861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-you-are-at-your-worst-stage-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6074008659165402861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6074008659165402861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-you-are-at-your-worst-stage-in.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-2907940557303209493</id><published>2009-08-22T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:58:35.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;am having the sit-in-cinema-chew-popcorn-suck-candy-floss-watch-good-movie feeling,&lt;br /&gt;oh my goldilocks, yumz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-2907940557303209493?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2907940557303209493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-having-sit-in-cinema-chew-popcorn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2907940557303209493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2907940557303209493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/am-having-sit-in-cinema-chew-popcorn.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-328112802763476298</id><published>2009-08-21T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:50:04.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hasn't been on the computer for a week or so, mugging my ass off, and eating my stomach fat. Thanks to wthwjy and wtfwfh for the past few days of mugging time, cos studying alone at home would equals to stone, stone, stone and shut down totally from the world. Bstats was, one word to describe, K.O. To be honest, I nearly died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So much for disconnecting myself the past few days, I am so not updated with so many things and nobody told me about anything, adding on to my lousy time management, tonight's gonna be a hell outta me. I feel kinda lousy right now, with many many stuff, I don't know where and how do I start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to ITR, the world hates me, and I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; going to fail it. What life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-328112802763476298?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/328112802763476298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/hasnt-been-on-computer-for-week-or-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/328112802763476298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/328112802763476298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/hasnt-been-on-computer-for-week-or-so.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3325305680434752372</id><published>2009-08-17T00:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:30:41.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;簡單愛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;說不上為什麼&lt;br /&gt;我變得很主動&lt;br /&gt;若愛上一個人 什麼都會值得去做&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想大聲宣佈&lt;br /&gt;對妳依依不捨&lt;br /&gt;連隔壁鄰居都猜到我現在的感受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;河邊 的風 在吹著頭髮 飄動&lt;br /&gt;牽著 妳的 手一陣莫名 感動&lt;br /&gt;我想帶妳回我的外婆家&lt;br /&gt;一起 看著日落 一直到我們都睡著&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想就這樣牽著妳的手不放開&lt;br /&gt;愛能不能夠永遠單純沒有悲哀&lt;br /&gt;我 想帶妳騎單車&lt;br /&gt;我 想和妳看棒球&lt;br /&gt;想這樣沒擔憂 唱著歌 一直走&lt;br /&gt;我想就這樣牽著妳的手不放開&lt;br /&gt;愛可不可以簡簡單單沒有傷害&lt;br /&gt;妳 靠著我的肩膀&lt;br /&gt;妳 在我胸口睡著&lt;br /&gt;像這樣的生活 我愛妳 妳愛我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想 簡！簡！單！單！ 愛&lt;br /&gt;想 簡！簡！單！單！ 愛&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="VZYFsv6j" 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href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/enter-password.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-1962977021462809822</id><published>2009-08-15T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:30:56.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love wandered inside&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than you&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than I&lt;br /&gt;And now that it has begun&lt;br /&gt;We cannot turn back&lt;br /&gt;We can only turn into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever be too far away to feel you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't hesitate at all&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;The part of you so tender&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to catch your fall&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm truly inspired&lt;br /&gt;Finding my soul&lt;br /&gt;There in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;Have opened my heart&lt;br /&gt;And lifted me inside&lt;br /&gt;By showing me yourself&lt;br /&gt;Undisguised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't ever be too far away to feel you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't hesitate at all&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;The part of you so tender&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one to catch your fall&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will breathe for you each day&lt;br /&gt;Comfort you through all the pain&lt;br /&gt;Gently kiss your fears away&lt;br /&gt;You can turn to me and cry&lt;br /&gt;Always understand that I&lt;br /&gt;Give you all I am inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't ever be too far away to feel you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't hesitate at all&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever be too far away to feel you&lt;br /&gt;And I won't hesitate at all&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;The part of you so tender&lt;br /&gt;And be the one to catch your fall&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whenever you call...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-1962977021462809822?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1962977021462809822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-wandered-inside-stronger-than-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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straight, wobbly, headache, needs a hug, wants to sleep. Grapes, save my econs. ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3832198348709855300?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3832198348709855300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/fiona-feels-very-giddy-today-cant-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3832198348709855300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3832198348709855300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/fiona-feels-very-giddy-today-cant-walk.html' 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/&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('wf6kdeWD')"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enter password&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&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/3036630370471845542-1711255064341060012?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1711255064341060012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/enter-password-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1711255064341060012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1711255064341060012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/enter-password-d.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-483407722406498900</id><published>2009-08-15T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:13:29.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were, yeah&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-483407722406498900?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/483407722406498900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-always-needed-time-on-my-own-i-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/483407722406498900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/483407722406498900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-always-needed-time-on-my-own-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-7421611098054757673</id><published>2009-08-12T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:09:51.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I felt like a totally new person. I'm alive, kicking &amp; pinching!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect myself to move on THAT fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First haircut since poly started, happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-7421611098054757673?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7421611098054757673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothings-gonna-change-my-love-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7421611098054757673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7421611098054757673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothings-gonna-change-my-love-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-2601717978170610125</id><published>2009-08-11T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:01:37.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Many regrets in life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uncountable, uncontrollable, unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My instinct was right, no, it was never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships breaking apart like raindrops falling on your head.&lt;br /&gt;Take care my dears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-2601717978170610125?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2601717978170610125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanna-work-nobodys-gonna-stop-me-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2601717978170610125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2601717978170610125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/wanna-work-nobodys-gonna-stop-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-7728571109687411079</id><published>2009-08-11T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:01:23.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;such an idiot for rejecting work opportunity this saturday&lt;br /&gt;wanna work needa work!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;nobody's gonna stop me again (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-7728571109687411079?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7728571109687411079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-idiot-for-rejecting-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7728571109687411079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7728571109687411079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-idiot-for-rejecting-work.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3771172885379020659</id><published>2009-08-10T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:57:23.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forgive me, but I feel like giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3771172885379020659?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3771172885379020659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/pardon-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3771172885379020659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3771172885379020659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/pardon-me.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-895792142781890285</id><published>2009-08-09T00:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:52:35.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's the &lt;em&gt;Eighth&lt;/em&gt; again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the last person I thought about was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulate me, I'm back to my happy self, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I say I was happy yesterday, I must be lying. If I say I am happy today, I am being truthful. But if I say I am happy tomorrow, I am lying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night world. I'm bedding early tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-895792142781890285?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/895792142781890285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-say-i-was-happy-yesterday-i-must.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/895792142781890285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/895792142781890285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-say-i-was-happy-yesterday-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3685199145979198665</id><published>2009-08-08T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:09:52.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;这是爱&lt;br /&gt;我们的爱&lt;br /&gt;还不确定却好实在&lt;br /&gt;把你贴在胸怀&lt;br /&gt;静静的代替表白&lt;br /&gt;才不愿放开&lt;br /&gt;这是爱&lt;br /&gt;给你的爱&lt;br /&gt;没名字却停不下来&lt;br /&gt;在忐忑里期待&lt;br /&gt;雀跃中想到未来是你我才明白&lt;br /&gt;这就是爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3685199145979198665?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3685199145979198665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/addicted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3685199145979198665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3685199145979198665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/addicted.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-8273908640579133950</id><published>2009-08-07T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T02:01:44.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Losing the battle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every night when I am by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-8273908640579133950?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8273908640579133950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/losing-battle-every-night-when-i-am-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8273908640579133950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8273908640579133950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/losing-battle-every-night-when-i-am-by.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-6832189488836939853</id><published>2009-08-05T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:32:47.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Five times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You did nothing, Jay did it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish time could just rewind. Not too much, two months,&lt;br /&gt;just two months and I'll be satisfied.&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/3036630370471845542-6832189488836939853?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6832189488836939853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/five-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6832189488836939853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6832189488836939853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/five-times.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-8962614615828043190</id><published>2009-08-05T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:35:03.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I must be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like what he said, I always keep myself busy with nonsensical things all the time, why make myself so busy all the time, sacrificing my own sleeping time. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, how did I manage to think that I am even able to squeeze time out of my packed life for things like Shanghai trip, prom committee, working on school days, CCAs, alumni band, spending time &amp;amp; money shopping just because I felt like crap on lousy days, instead of spending my precious time mugging the hell out of me (and time with my loved ones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot about life recently. Everything that happened recently, it's me all I got to blame. Fiona Lee, you suck big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-8962614615828043190?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8962614615828043190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-must-be-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8962614615828043190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8962614615828043190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-must-be-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-7517532864677692407</id><published>2009-08-04T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:18:03.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright, I swear, I didn't know what to say. Now I got my puzzle fixed. Thanks a million. Yesterday I had a bad day, today I'll be fine. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-7517532864677692407?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7517532864677692407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-swear-i-didnt-know-what-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7517532864677692407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7517532864677692407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-swear-i-didnt-know-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-152145641225042711</id><published>2009-08-01T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:13:25.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good morning August, the earth says hello!&lt;br /&gt;Alrighte, have been pretty occupied these few days catching up with schoolwork and CATS project. I was so busy till I got scolded for forgetting my 'must finish up' pills, till I used the f word, till I was totally drained so&amp;so. I finally found the time and inspiration for this and that's why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I went bloghopping, facebooking, msning, talking on the phone, thinking how wasted my life has been, food, tattoos, piercings &amp; etc. Digression and I forgot what I wanted to say, but whatever it is,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. All my friends. 4two, TR02, band mates, ex-schoolmates, work friends from everywhere, stranger friends, everyone. I wouldn't be me if there weren't you guys. (♥ ttm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like getting a tattoo. No, two tattoos to be exact, really tempted. I don't know if I will regret, but I have been thinking about this for quite some days, or months. Really really tempted, should I should I? I don't know what will she and they and they and they and he say. Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero cool, hahhaha.&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/3036630370471845542-152145641225042711?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/152145641225042711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-morning-august-earth-says-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/152145641225042711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/152145641225042711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-morning-august-earth-says-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-2641626774032372961</id><published>2009-07-31T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:20:12.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;An update tomorrow, I promise. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-2641626774032372961?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2641626774032372961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-tomorrow-i-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2641626774032372961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2641626774032372961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-tomorrow-i-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5863500409277006740</id><published>2009-07-29T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:08:07.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stab my heart, not my back (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5863500409277006740?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5863500409277006740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/stab-my-heart-not-my-back-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5863500409277006740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5863500409277006740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/stab-my-heart-not-my-back-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-2835421323551330352</id><published>2009-07-28T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:04:49.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eunice came over today with dinner, chips and green tea, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's why I am happy happy. Heartzsxszxzsx you girl.&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/3036630370471845542-2835421323551330352?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2835421323551330352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/eunice-came-over-today-with-dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2835421323551330352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2835421323551330352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/eunice-came-over-today-with-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-2194013917875579843</id><published>2009-07-27T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:02:27.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wrong timing, wrong timing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really lousy today, ): There's nothing I can do right now, other than allowing everyone to worry about me. Have been lying on the bed the whole day thinking of you and you and you and the whole class. Trip to the doctor's today make me feel that even I can be a doctor wth, seriously wtfwfh. Got stronger medications to control the muscles, kill the pain and save my throat. I can totally feel the pain piercing through my chest to my whole upper back, how sweet can this get. Thanks all for the get-well messages, love you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school for me on tuesday and wednesday, no gym makeup class for me tomorrow, failure to meet veron for project this afternoon, failure to meet jiamin as well, sorry girl, didn't read a single thing today because I can't even sit up straight, thought I would spend my mc wisely reading up miec and bstats, so now congratulate me and witness my failure. ): I feel like a vegetable seriously, I feel so useless and lousy. Shower in a few minutes time, see how I die ffffffffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat mudpie, maybe then I will feel better, maybe.&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/3036630370471845542-2194013917875579843?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2194013917875579843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/wrong-timing-wrong-timing-i-feel-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2194013917875579843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2194013917875579843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/wrong-timing-wrong-timing-i-feel-really.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-6991450389770528334</id><published>2009-07-25T15:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:59:57.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chances come and go, and I am not going to let it slip away from me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna disconnect myself and become a mugger face, 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final exams are coming, can't afford to lose focus again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last words. Just. Follow your heart. Do what you want. Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-6991450389770528334?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6991450389770528334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/chances-come-and-go-and-i-am-not-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6991450389770528334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6991450389770528334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/chances-come-and-go-and-i-am-not-going.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-1135888704002886944</id><published>2009-07-25T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:09:13.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Test negative, I am definitely NOT down with H1N1. Mom said it so sure I was prepared to send everyone a text telling them to see a doctor  before it's too late. Gosh. Anyway, no school for me on Monday, 3 days mc given by the doctor, who said even if I feel okay on Monday, I should not go to school. I feel like getting out of the house now, cause at home I am banned from all those crispy oily heaty food I am craving for right now grrr. Wanna eat fried chicken wings, five egg prata with lots of sugar, milo milkshake with lots of whip cream, followed  by beancurd!!!!!!!!!! chomp chomp.&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/3036630370471845542-1135888704002886944?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1135888704002886944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/test-negative-i-am-definitely-not-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1135888704002886944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1135888704002886944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/test-negative-i-am-definitely-not-down.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5746944048217405506</id><published>2009-07-25T10:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:49:23.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a fine Saturday morning and Fiona is trapped in the hospital, getting suffocated wearing the damn mask, because her parents insisted that she has to see a doctor. Wait for the next update - whether or not is she down with THE virus. Haha.&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/3036630370471845542-5746944048217405506?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5746944048217405506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-fine-saturday-morning-and-fiona-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5746944048217405506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5746944048217405506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-fine-saturday-morning-and-fiona-is.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3375171594528726891</id><published>2009-07-23T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:41:46.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi me is back!!!!!! Back with sorethroat, cough and flu. Blogger's screwed these few days, that's why uh huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blog again tonight, I guess. Lappy's dying, &lt;em&gt;oh I am dying inside to hold you, I couldn't believe what I felt for you, dying inside, I was dying inside but I couldn't bring myself to touch you!!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, sick whatever, I feel like crap now, kakaka.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good, I miss you sooooooooooooo. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3375171594528726891?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3375171594528726891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-me-is-back-back-with-sorethroat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3375171594528726891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3375171594528726891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-me-is-back-back-with-sorethroat.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5763320351592153719</id><published>2009-07-22T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:26:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time to catch up on miec, ): my mind is still stuck at elasticity, while others are on oligopoly, or monopolistic competition? I don't even know where are they now!!!! So right now, I am on facebook reading comments everyone is commenting about, for the album I uploaded last night. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why never reply meeeeee? ):&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/3036630370471845542-5763320351592153719?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5763320351592153719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-to-catch-up-on-miec-my-mind-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5763320351592153719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5763320351592153719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-to-catch-up-on-miec-my-mind-is.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-6067849637704261984</id><published>2009-07-20T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:56:29.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things aren't as easy as they seemed. Another long day. I hate mondays and I hate sundays even more. Can't wait for presentation tomorrow, to end. Then we are gonna start working on the next project, cool n0rtxzs.&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for sleep, a long 24h-sleep.&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/3036630370471845542-6067849637704261984?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6067849637704261984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-arent-as-easy-as-they-seemed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6067849637704261984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6067849637704261984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/things-arent-as-easy-as-they-seemed.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-542956846435580059</id><published>2009-07-18T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:34:01.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate myself so much I could bury a bullet in my brain right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm s-s-s-sorry&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't Mean To Break Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;I Didn't Mean To Break Ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm A Heartbreaker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-542956846435580059?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/542956846435580059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-myself-so-much-i-could-bury.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/542956846435580059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/542956846435580059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-myself-so-much-i-could-bury.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-6739845691390011677</id><published>2009-07-17T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:21:11.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I swear I am going to skip school later. Really can't take it already. Slept from 5-8am. Migraines, body aches, stomach uncomfortable. Going to complete this dumbass project before GG and go back to my own bed to rest till work starts. Gym make-up next Friday, -groanszsxzsxs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-6739845691390011677?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6739845691390011677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-swear-i-am-going-to-skip-school-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6739845691390011677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6739845691390011677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-swear-i-am-going-to-skip-school-later.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3149251659930291175</id><published>2009-07-16T02:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:57:40.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been sleeping at 330am every single day these two weeks, I promise to sleep early, but only after Friday. Sorry to disappoint, but you all have to tolerate my killer face just for the next few days. (:&lt;br /&gt;Two chapters down, one more to go. Wish me ace my paper, the only module I am able to do so. I ♥ BSTATS &amp;amp; BSTATS ♥♥♥ ME.&lt;br /&gt;LYXFiona, powerrrrrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my life's in a mess, and my heart is crying, my veins are bursting, I miss everyone, really, how long have we not met seriously, how long have we not have a class gathering, six bloody months for goodness sake, I really really miss my 4/2 ♥ all of a sudden, I get mad and disappointed at myself. I really feel lost at the moment and I wanna dig a hole and bury myself alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3149251659930291175?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3149251659930291175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-chapters-down-one-more-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3149251659930291175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3149251659930291175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-chapters-down-one-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-8562343275091331457</id><published>2009-07-15T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:53:20.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I needa break, a very long break. Break free from work, school, crowds, my current life and run away with my loves to KL and shop till we drop, eat till we pok. This sounds funny, but I really wish I had the time to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;And spend time with my boy I've been missing out so much lately. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-8562343275091331457?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8562343275091331457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-needa-break-serious-long-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8562343275091331457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8562343275091331457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-needa-break-serious-long-break.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3201088307783521321</id><published>2009-07-15T02:45:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T03:03:52.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me is banned from putting my &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;lap&lt;/b&gt;top&lt;/i&gt; on my lap, because that gives me joint problems, and my entire legs go numb and rusty gruffy. ): sighhhh. Me wanna go for spaaaaaaaa ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleep, goodnight world. ♥&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3201088307783521321?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3201088307783521321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-is-banned-from-putting-my-lap-top-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3201088307783521321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3201088307783521321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-is-banned-from-putting-my-lap-top-on.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3543555995096096402</id><published>2009-07-14T22:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:52:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Really scared of tomorrow's presentation, that I'd freak out, that I'd screw up, that I'd pull down everyone's marks along with mine, :/ oh boy, hope I do well, give me the confidence please.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's bstats test, how am I going to find time to study for all that three new chapters I've never understand. I don't even get how the hell does probability (discrete, continuous, binomial, poisson, population, sampling, all those shit etc.) benefit us in the future. Explain to me please. [8 marks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shit, I'm a suckaz. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks Amanda Alexius Tay Shan Wen for my two days supply of Kinder Bueno white, another bueno tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3543555995096096402?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3543555995096096402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/really-scared-of-tomorrows-presentation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3543555995096096402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3543555995096096402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/really-scared-of-tomorrows-presentation.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3503465627356111065</id><published>2009-07-13T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:53:33.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The one and only thing to look forward in school: my classmates. Sweet people, hot milo, kinder bueno white, words of concern, icecream, muah! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Missing Esther darl, and my beloved 4/2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;put a smile on my face. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3503465627356111065?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3503465627356111065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-thing-to-look-forward-in-school-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3503465627356111065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3503465627356111065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-thing-to-look-forward-in-school-my.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5886953340213008419</id><published>2009-07-11T18:19:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:43:11.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am hating school again. What I feel most like doing right now is skipping school the whole of next week. It's so sudden, all the projects coming in at the same time, deadlines clashing, presentations coming one after another and a damn test to prepare for. How?!@#$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working tomorrow as well. Regretting. Yucks I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5886953340213008419?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5886953340213008419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-hating-school-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5886953340213008419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5886953340213008419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-hating-school-again.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-2297516239981650540</id><published>2009-07-11T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:55:07.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tired. I am so messed up. I can't control my feelings sometimes and I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gym 4 hours, at the start of the day and the end of it. How fun can that be, sighhhh. Had less than 5 hours of sleep, and spent 8-5pm in school tugging my ass around where I go, sleeping anywhere possible, even when doing stretching exercises and when the teacher was explaining some random input thing in front. Even so, when I feel tired, I feel dumb. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss A, very much. B, E, L, J, Z,K, S all of them as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poly life's seriously tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-2297516239981650540?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2297516239981650540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2297516239981650540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2297516239981650540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-4087995471479246891</id><published>2009-07-10T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:26:38.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Volleyball w/ bean! Cool quite fun. But don't know if can make it next tuesday and thursday, like quite busy with projects, tests and work uhhhh. Gonna drag jess, yping, gengtao, gwyn with us! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-4087995471479246891?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4087995471479246891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/volleyball-w-bean-cool-quite-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4087995471479246891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4087995471479246891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/volleyball-w-bean-cool-quite-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-1790409067055175020</id><published>2009-07-09T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:32:04.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay, Gengtao's sick, Beanie's sick, Yping's sick, Jess's sick, all my volleyball girls sick, whyyyyyy! I am feeling sick too. &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-1790409067055175020?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1790409067055175020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1790409067055175020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1790409067055175020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5350864254110349835</id><published>2009-07-08T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:38:15.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn it, seriously. I totally forgot about doing the bcomm report and finding an econs article. Farcle, shoot me, kill me, stab me on the back. So much promising to sleep early. )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I screwed my life up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5350864254110349835?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5350864254110349835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-it-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5350864254110349835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5350864254110349835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-it-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-6453904855508281645</id><published>2009-07-07T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:41:27.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aha, got my first ever sports shoes today with bean and fool, totally excited about wearing it, going volleyball and gym, hahahaha laugh at me please, I am too happy to care :D tomorrow's another happy day, heartsie poopsiesxz.&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/3036630370471845542-6453904855508281645?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6453904855508281645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/aha-got-my-first-ever-sports-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6453904855508281645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6453904855508281645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/aha-got-my-first-ever-sports-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-635833345083604231</id><published>2009-07-06T21:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:01:15.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Catching up with schoolwork! Because, I skipped bstats lecture this afternoon, because I felt like it and because, it's a waste of time. Only six remained to represent the class for lecture. I am so going to ace my bstats, the only distinction I can aim for, woohoooo. I still don't know how badly I did for microeconomics, wednesday... HAHAHA. :X this is not a time to laugh fiona, wait till you get back your papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-635833345083604231?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/635833345083604231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up-with-schoolwork-skipped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/635833345083604231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/635833345083604231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up-with-schoolwork-skipped.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-1826018877040538983</id><published>2009-07-06T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:38:55.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just felt like changing my url, and I did.&lt;br /&gt;Good morning world, this is Fiona talking (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xx-bygonedays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-1826018877040538983?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1826018877040538983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-felt-like-changing-my-url-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1826018877040538983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1826018877040538983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-felt-like-changing-my-url-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-2166068964147045273</id><published>2009-07-05T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:37:34.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I promised a dinner talk with my dear classmate. But right now, I am tired of everything – work, work and more work, tired to the extent I want to skip school tomorrow. I haven't skip a single lesson since poly started, other than the MIEC tutorial I was late for and I didn't mean to miss it. Oh wait, secondary/JC students have no school tomorrow because of youth day. I think I am a youth too. So should I skip class tomorrow? Tomorrow's a damn shit long day, how?&lt;br /&gt;Someone please lock me up at home, to prevent me from spending anymore money. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;craving for icecream waffles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-2166068964147045273?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2166068964147045273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-promised-dinner-talk-with-my-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2166068964147045273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2166068964147045273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-promised-dinner-talk-with-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-4211559610109349398</id><published>2009-07-04T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:52.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so frustrated now, because of one stupid project, hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it to the max. Reading all the maps can really go crazy. Okay, maybe it's just that I am very disorganized, that's why I am currently facing three internet explorers with over 30 tabs. And why my ass is burning off looking for the right webpage. Woohooooooo, fmm &amp;amp; itr roxmuaisox. ): Bye suckaz, looking forward to sending you away on 17 july. (which reminds me of Bstats test 2 on 15 july, argh damn it shizz I haven't start on any tutorials)&lt;br /&gt;Today's a damn hot day, bledy. ): sweating shitz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-4211559610109349398?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4211559610109349398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-frustrated-now-because-of-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4211559610109349398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4211559610109349398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-frustrated-now-because-of-one.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-7560311039637664678</id><published>2009-07-04T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week, such a crazy week, lucky it ended fast.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's the best, 2 hours and 40 minutes late for school, cause I overslept, switched off the alarm, rejected a call and read messages unknowingly, I guess my hand wasn't thinking with my mind. So all I did for the day was, an hour of bcomm class, school ended, traveled down to Holland V with bean, amanda, jiayi and fool for icecream! And I missed the entire miec tutorial, didn't get back my miec paper and I have to find out with a new miec tutor I don't know who when to do a makeup session. Thursday was uniform day and when all the cool stuff happened, and today gym my ass off, my first time the entire module I ran on the threadmill, ran as in serious running, turning white &amp;amp; panting ass off, woohooo, I am going to get back my stamina, then went for basketball and dinner with mates. And that's my week one after june break. I am so wasted. Hah, now I am thinking of joining volleyball, :D and craving for icecream. Uh huh, hmm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A surprise on Tuesday during ITR lecture,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5LX4aMIcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LLv7ERbRTuY/s1600-h/WINNER+OF+27JUNE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354299880641405378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5LX4aMIcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LLv7ERbRTuY/s320/WINNER+OF+27JUNE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Green icecream day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5Iro-qhRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZEnz1u38Jxg/s1600-h/Photo933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354296921561924882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5Iro-qhRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZEnz1u38Jxg/s320/Photo933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5JSH5oqBI/AAAAAAAAARA/IkSulTkn1Oc/s1600-h/ICECREAM+LOVERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297582697359378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5JSH5oqBI/AAAAAAAAARA/IkSulTkn1Oc/s320/ICECREAM+LOVERS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uniform day! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5Ir16c28I/AAAAAAAAAQo/GM2ziTOF9mA/s1600-h/Uniform+day!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354296925033913282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5Ir16c28I/AAAAAAAAAQo/GM2ziTOF9mA/s320/Uniform+day!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5IsCiGtqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Lw4FoeHzVYs/s1600-h/BUN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354296928421459618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5IsCiGtqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Lw4FoeHzVYs/s320/BUN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk7mshIvpKI/AAAAAAAAARY/qJYVsegHggM/s1600-h/BEAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk7mshIvpKI/AAAAAAAAARY/qJYVsegHggM/s320/BEAN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354470659473777826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp;, Looking forward to 16 July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5IrWp-JbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/T6HSTRGyC3s/s1600-h/LG+Arena+KM900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354296916643292594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5IrWp-JbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/T6HSTRGyC3s/s320/LG+Arena+KM900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-7560311039637664678?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7560311039637664678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-week-such-crazy-week-lucky-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7560311039637664678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7560311039637664678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-week-such-crazy-week-lucky-it.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5LX4aMIcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LLv7ERbRTuY/s72-c/WINNER+OF+27JUNE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5326172115335067868</id><published>2009-06-30T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHA NUFFNANG ROCKS MY SOCKS. I AM GOING TO GET A NEW PHONE IN JULY AND NOT TILL YEAR 2010. LIFE'S SOOOO GOOD. WOOHOOO. HOW LUCKY CAN I BE. GOGOGOOO, EVERYONE! GO CLICK ON THE NUFFNANG-LG AD ON THE LEFT AND DOWNLOAD THE 3D WIDGET AND GET A CHANCE TO WIN THIS CUTIE PIE ARENA PHONE. JULYYYYYYYY! :D THANKS JASON MRAZ FOR THE SONG, I FEEL SO LUCKY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIAYI, CHERYL, JINFENG, KELVIN. LOVE IS IN THE AIR HAHAAA. :D&lt;br /&gt;WISH TO GET LG GD900 CRYSTAL THOUGH HAHAA, BUT NEVERMIND, I AM OWNING THIS OTHER PRETTY PHONE. ARENANANAANANANANANANAAAAAAAA! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5326172115335067868?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5326172115335067868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/hahahahahaha-nuffnang-rocks-my-socks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5326172115335067868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5326172115335067868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/hahahahahaha-nuffnang-rocks-my-socks.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-4609186880933416424</id><published>2009-06-30T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home, is never the place to study, do tutorials, be a good student and gym off all the workload. Oh maybe it's never MY place to study. Such beautiful distractions. I let sissy to have the room to do her homework while I adjust myself constantly on this damn sofa seat to prevent my backaches from coming back, and happily she's on the computer playing mafia. My parents watched tv in the living room, knowing clearly I am on this damn sofa seat trying my best to focus on my work. My mom shouting across the entire house to get me do something for her, or you call that be her maid. The continuous nagging I hear for seventeen years, don't tell me to get used to it. Frequent phone calls from dad and mom when they are working, fgs can't they just concentrate on their work, I hate moving around this damn sofa seat just to reach out for the damn phone and listen to a wholeload junktruck of useless shit and I freaking hate the sound of ringing phones it's goddammit annoying and deafening. Sissy making use of me to get her things done and mine undone. Now you see why I'm here blogging, instead of working on my Hokkaido. Damn it. I think I will move out if I have the chance. Hokkaido, here I conquer you. We little red dot are going to eat you up mwahahaha, you little red dot on a piece of white. Oops. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken promise, I am sorry sorry. I shouldn't have made that promise, I am dumb that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-4609186880933416424?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4609186880933416424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-is-never-place-to-study-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4609186880933416424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4609186880933416424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-is-never-place-to-study-do.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5168303532295044304</id><published>2009-06-29T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you know you only had one day to live, what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5168303532295044304?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5168303532295044304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-know-you-only-had-one-day-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5168303532295044304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5168303532295044304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-know-you-only-had-one-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5736907157500567187</id><published>2009-06-28T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What were on my holiday list:&lt;br /&gt;BA Goal camp&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with birdies &amp;amp; dinner with msb&lt;br /&gt;Alumni band practices&lt;br /&gt;Town with Beanie&lt;br /&gt;River Fest w/ Yping, Beanie, Jiayi, Foohou, Gabriel, Sheena, Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet at CRS (PR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof! Today's the last day of term break. I'm dreading this, damn it. I swear, I solemnly swear, I have not touch a single shit from MeL, project's not even quarter-done and having to find out that I have bstats test II two weeks later on topics not taught yet? Just shoot me, seriously. I am a poke in learning and take ten years to absorb a topic. Here, my last words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transformers, please drag me to hell - land of the lost, I love you man, I'd dance subaru with hannah montana all night at the museum just for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I am addicted to coffee. I need a cup now to drive me on. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5736907157500567187?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5736907157500567187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-were-on-my-holiday-list-ba-goal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5736907157500567187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5736907157500567187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-were-on-my-holiday-list-ba-goal.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5473536661003832460</id><published>2009-06-23T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes little things make me happy, happy happy happy, (:&lt;br /&gt;And today's gonna be a happy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5473536661003832460?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5473536661003832460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-little-things-make-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5473536661003832460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5473536661003832460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-little-things-make-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-732166607225054664</id><published>2009-06-22T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss every one of you dearly ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4two, cmb, wonder four, birdies, bro &amp;amp; banana, TR02.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holidays, I wish for a longer holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-732166607225054664?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/732166607225054664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-every-one-of-you-dearly-4two-cmb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/732166607225054664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/732166607225054664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-every-one-of-you-dearly-4two-cmb.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-80234291945811004</id><published>2009-06-18T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Packed. My 2-weeks holidays, so packed. Everyday's a busy day. I don't think I can make anymore time for my secondary school friends. Sorry my dear, but I will try to push all those junk away for you girls. Looking forward to the Eighth, River Fest, and meeting up with Esther &amp;amp; everyone else. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-80234291945811004?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/80234291945811004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/packed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/80234291945811004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/80234291945811004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/packed.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-2354108901949023219</id><published>2009-06-11T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Serene, Zandra &amp;amp; other birds, I'm sorry but I have to cancel our date on Friday 'cos I am having a bloody statistics tutorial after my common test. ):&lt;br /&gt;Such a let-down. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-2354108901949023219?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2354108901949023219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-serene-zandra-other-birds-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2354108901949023219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2354108901949023219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-serene-zandra-other-birds-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3492703480572743336</id><published>2009-06-08T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Si0WSgF3XsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7WLEqs4NuTI/s1600-h/samsung_ultra-touch-s8300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344952839866638018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Si0WSgF3XsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7WLEqs4NuTI/s320/samsung_ultra-touch-s8300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMSUNG ULTRA TOUCH, GRRRRRRRRRRR &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;MY DREAM PHONE HE'S GOT IT. RED ONE SOMEMORE.&lt;br /&gt;NOT PRETTY MEH?! I TOLD MY DAD ABOUT THIS THINGUM, HE SAYS IT LOOKS DAMN PLASTIC VERY UGLY, WTSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;SRY MY GRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEEDA SAVE MONEY FOR MANY THINGS, INCLUDING THIS. (:&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD LANGUAGE I USED TODAY, SRY SRY AHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3492703480572743336?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3492703480572743336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dream-phone-hes-got-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3492703480572743336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3492703480572743336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dream-phone-hes-got-it.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Si0WSgF3XsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7WLEqs4NuTI/s72-c/samsung_ultra-touch-s8300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-1099283315548563572</id><published>2009-06-08T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am duper happy now, just because I met 11:11 twice today. All you guys should know by now, I have a thing for 11:11, everytime I see it, it makes me :) oh gosh oh yay oh wow. Heeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-1099283315548563572?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1099283315548563572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-gosh-i-am-duper-happy-now-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1099283315548563572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1099283315548563572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-gosh-i-am-duper-happy-now-just.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-358007139502849649</id><published>2009-06-07T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found volunteer to give me morning calls. Yay. I need that, seriously. My phone's alarm clock doesn't work for me, cause I always press the 'alarm off' button instead 'snooze', that's why I can wake up panicky while people are already dozing off in the lecture hall. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather's quite bad recently. Every day's a hot, sweaty, &lt;em&gt;help me I'm melting&lt;/em&gt; day. Bad weather = poor health = no mood = bad temper = everyone getting upset. Sorry I kept everyone worried. ME ISHH HAPPY GIRL NOW. Let's pretend there's no common test tomorrow hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about mood changes, I just pissed an annoying friend off recently because of a stupid thing I said. He was telling everyone a rather cold joke, not funny at all, and all he got back was the awkward silence, so I tried my 'standard line', &lt;i&gt;okay wait, this is quite funny, ha ha ha&lt;/i&gt;, everyone responded to this, but he got freaky mad at me, which made me really lol in my stomach. Haaa. Me ishh such a W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on Saturday, Sunday, wish me a winner weekend ahead.&lt;br /&gt;After common tests, after work on weekends, after camp, gonna party like a rockstar!!!!! Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;Prata tomorrow! :) my sugar boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-358007139502849649?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/358007139502849649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-found-volunteer-to-give-me-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/358007139502849649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/358007139502849649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-found-volunteer-to-give-me-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-546996218438772353</id><published>2009-06-04T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wait for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-546996218438772353?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/546996218438772353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/wait-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/546996218438772353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/546996218438772353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/wait-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3309772240619493274</id><published>2009-06-02T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Common tests, tutorials, notes, practices, work, relationships, sorethroat, fatigue, these few days have been quite crazy for me. I can't catch up with work since I spent most of my time thinking and thinking. I don't feel like going anywhere. I feel like spending time on my own all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty. I can't find anyone I can really tell my problems to. Sorry I haven't been using the right tone, sorry if I flare up, sorry if I get impatient. I haven't been myself these days. Not again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3309772240619493274?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3309772240619493274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/common-tests-tutorials-notes-practices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3309772240619493274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3309772240619493274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/06/common-tests-tutorials-notes-practices.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-1832048799267370058</id><published>2009-05-30T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a playful stomach and a naughty throat right now. No medicine works on me. I am going to go through the annual thing again - getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep. Reached home at 3am and slept at 4am. That's why I couldn't wake up this morning for a proper lunch with the clarinetists before alumni band prac. Working again on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next attack, BSTATS!!!!! I own you.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am going to regret this, but then I don't really care for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-1832048799267370058?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1832048799267370058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-having-playful-stomach-and-naughty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1832048799267370058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1832048799267370058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-having-playful-stomach-and-naughty.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-2996453198193939786</id><published>2009-05-26T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate e-learning week. It sucks. Double the tutorials, quizzes, projects to settle, I rather have the usual lectures and tutorial sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wake up damn shit goldilocks early tomorrow for make-up practical. This is so loserish. Waking up early in the morning always makes me feel like vomiting. I have a really playful stomach recently I don't know why it's like this. Everyday I feel like throwing up and I feel my heart thumping against my diaphragm. Sometimes my stomach goes rioting, making me forgo my important meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a weird day. I hurt my left knee I don't know how. I think I need CA+, TBC and some JiXiangPaiLuYou ahahaha. I don't wanna be seen limping around tomorrow, I have to pretend grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lost its feelers hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-2996453198193939786?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2996453198193939786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-e-learning-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2996453198193939786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2996453198193939786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-e-learning-week.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-4046600243484350557</id><published>2009-05-26T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Satisfaction. From work. Sometimes I hate my job so much I feel like quitting it, but then there are times I enjoyed myself throughout the five hours. Seeing my guests smile so happy brightens up my day, really. I think I did well today. Lesson learnt, quality comes first, not speed. My partner rulezxsz. And my first truly successful deboned fish yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a huge cockroach in the house now, and I am deciding whether I should go catch it. Cause I don't want it to crawl all over me while I sleep, but I feel like a lazy ass now I don't feel like getting up from the sofa to catch this lousy can't-fly-for-nuts brown shit that is two metres away from me, hahahaa. Little things amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars bar. God do I love RTC people. Yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the cockroach hahahahaa, it kind of distracted me while I typed. A funny cockroach, it struggled like a tortoise, serious! Okay, now, go on thinking I'm gross or something. But since young, I was trained to catch cockroaches and torture them hahaha. I miss my god family and my three nieces, I feel like going back JB to see them. Fioni!!!!!! HAHA. My niece was named after me. I am super hyper today I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden, I feel like buying daisies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-4046600243484350557?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4046600243484350557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/satisfaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4046600243484350557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4046600243484350557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/satisfaction.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-1093152102675642319</id><published>2009-05-25T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA I AM ACTUALLY EXCITED ABOUT MY GOING-TO-DROP-OFF LITTLE TOE NAIL. I THINK IT'S FROM THE TWO TIMES I ACCIDENTALLY KICKED IT AND IT BLED LIKE CRAZY. DAMN FUNNY. IT LOOKS LIKE IT NEEDS A REFILL NAIL. ZOMGGGGG THIS IS DAMN RETARDED BUT I LIKE IT. :D WANNA WATCH ANGELS &amp; DEMONS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-1093152102675642319?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1093152102675642319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha-i-am-actually-excited-about-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1093152102675642319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1093152102675642319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha-i-am-actually-excited-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-6453132505624676683</id><published>2009-05-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should start doing what I need to do, instead of doing what I want to do. I hate economics and mice management, boring and very dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden, feel like drinking milk, lololol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-6453132505624676683?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6453132505624676683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-should-start-doing-what-i-need-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6453132505624676683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6453132505624676683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-should-start-doing-what-i-need-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-837987871888556940</id><published>2009-05-23T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need proper food. I haven't been taking my regulars meals lately, not that I don't want to. I just had no time to eat. See me hugging my lappy rushing my tutorials while eating a piece of swiss roll in the morning, or find me lying in bed in late evenings lifeless. For the first time ever, I felt so weak physically. I feel like throwing up, but my stomach's empty for that. I get stomach cramps I can't do anything to stop it. I feel so apologetic to my stomach I wish it would forgive me someday. I had a piece of cake for breakfast, skipped lunch for CATS and dinner for work. Consuming soy bean curd right now is doing me no good either, for my digestive system refused to work up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was fun, I got a good partner, and neighbours. But there's this table of guests I felt like slapping seriously. A bunch of hardcore drinkers, asking for beers and more beers, every now and then. Not just asking, but rushing me for beers, while I was portioning their yam ring, shark fin soup, veggies, every single course served. So beer is more important than your meal huh. I was quite pissed off 'cause I was damn hungry already and I had two other tables to settle. Stupid lao teekos.&lt;br /&gt;Working again tomorrow evening after alumni band practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random guy made up my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-837987871888556940?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/837987871888556940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-proper-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/837987871888556940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/837987871888556940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-proper-food.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-7054843977245661599</id><published>2009-05-20T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to go shopping alone when I am down. I grab whatever that catches my eyes off the rack, and struggle my way to the fitting room. Then get out of the shop feeling really satisfied. Like today, I enjoyed myself totally, though I was by my own. It's like I don't have to care about anybody, or give that attitude face to poor friend who goes shopping with me. I can stand in the fitting room, smiling like an idiot for all I care. I planned to get home to rest after school so I can wake up again in the late evening to study all the topics I learnt for the past month. But then, temptation got the better of me. HEEEEEEE. I almost got myself five other pieces. I feel like I am drunk when I go shopping on a sad sunny day. I am feeling so much better now, I am going back next week to get back those few pieces. Going out again later.&lt;br /&gt;Motivation comes only after I lost motivation. Why?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-7054843977245661599?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7054843977245661599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-to-go-shopping-alone-when-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7054843977245661599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7054843977245661599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-to-go-shopping-alone-when-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-4795013111528268328</id><published>2009-05-20T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to break down again, soon. I feel so, so, so, very wrong. I've screwed my everyday. I feel like dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who says poly life's damn slack, it's worse okay, I have projects every week, just shoot me upside down. I feel like I haven't sleep for ages, I am going to die in tutorial tomorrow, not that I wish to. I am not going to be late tomorrow, I am not going to be late on the third dayof the week, I shall not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight world, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-4795013111528268328?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4795013111528268328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-to-break-down-again-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4795013111528268328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4795013111528268328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-to-break-down-again-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5468952985380348533</id><published>2009-05-19T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must be crazy. Adding more and more workload into my schedule. Going for alumni practice on Saturday afternoons. Working RTC on both Friday and Saturday. Result in sleeping in on Sunday. No wonder my weekend disappears so fast. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I miss secondary 4. Shannon Lee, I miss him. He's like four years in secondary school, one of the best partners. In poly, I have nobody to lame around with in class, nobody to help me with school work, nobody to keep me awake during lectures, nobody to help me feel motivated. I miss Esther TSX. I really miss talking to her, and all my other girls. How I wish everyone was in poly, same class again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5468952985380348533?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5468952985380348533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-must-be-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5468952985380348533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5468952985380348533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-must-be-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-8043108175975699147</id><published>2009-05-17T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's quite scary time flies so fast,</title><content type='html'>I felt bad that my friday and saturday ended that way. Too fast.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore History Museum, gym, met my birds, alumni band practice, RTC with duck, slept late. Right now, I am still on my first tutorial, how I die the next week thou shalt see. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-8043108175975699147?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8043108175975699147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-quite-scary-time-flies-so-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8043108175975699147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8043108175975699147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-quite-scary-time-flies-so-fast.html' title='it&amp;#39;s quite scary time flies so fast,'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5400417363674032655</id><published>2009-05-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>treated like junk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5400417363674032655?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5400417363674032655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/treated-like-junk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5400417363674032655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5400417363674032655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/treated-like-junk.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-1939341489047847735</id><published>2009-05-14T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so horrible. I have been spending a lot of money on food lately. I think my body weight percentage will increase and I will fail my S&amp;amp;W module and get kick out of school hahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;Still craving for subway cookies, green tea soya bean curd, caramel frappucino, McSpicy, ice cream, cheese prata, Kinder Bueno white, sour gummies, banana milkshake, Snickers, sausage waffle, peach tea, swensons, buffet, seafood, hotdog buns with mustard, tako balls, baked rice, mayonnaise, satay, bak kwa, cha siew wanton mee, so many penny wendy sandy! Also, going to watch Angels &amp;amp; Demons soon, nong time no movies. So much more, grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Working on Saturday after alumni band prac, I miss rtc money seriously. $38.50 soon!!!!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-1939341489047847735?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1939341489047847735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-so-horrible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1939341489047847735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/1939341489047847735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-so-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-6170173403906258689</id><published>2009-05-13T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAVEN'T BLOG A PROPER POST FOR A LONG TIME. I HAD NO TIME TO DO SO. FEELING COLD, TIRED AND HUNGRY. I GUESS THAT'S WHAT I AM FEELING THESE FEW DAYS. I AM GOING TO SLEEP AND STOP THINKING ABOUT ECONS AND FOOD. AND HOPEFULLY I DON'T WAKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT CRAVING FOR ICECREAM, PUFFS, APPLE STRUDEL, CHICKEN RICE, LORMEE, ETC, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY WAS SERIOUSLY HORRIBLE, I DIED DURING LECTURES, FACE FLAT ON LAPTOP, BUT THE LECTURER'S VOICE WENT INSIDE MY HEAD, ATTACKING MY POOR LITTLE CELLS THAT WOKE UP SULKING AGAIN, WHY'S MONDAY A HOLIDAY BUT A SCHOOL DAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T GOT ANY PROPER SLEEP FOR AGES AND I AM OFF NOW. I CAN FINALLY GET MY MIND OF ECONS, CAUSE I FINALLY DECIDED TO GIVE UP JUST NOW.&lt;br /&gt;SO, GOOD NIGHTO POKO DODO! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-6170173403906258689?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6170173403906258689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/havent-blog-proper-post-for-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6170173403906258689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6170173403906258689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/havent-blog-proper-post-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5497191372925616777</id><published>2009-05-10T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit man, I miss LWL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what's the difference between σx and sx?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5497191372925616777?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5497191372925616777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/shit-man-i-miss-lwl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5497191372925616777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5497191372925616777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/shit-man-i-miss-lwl.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5235239917385086975</id><published>2009-05-09T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what are you afraid of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5235239917385086975?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5235239917385086975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-are-you-afraid-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5235239917385086975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5235239917385086975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-are-you-afraid-of.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5447390590078900748</id><published>2009-05-07T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having lecture, listening to mousey face talking, observing people, dozing off, thinking of many things, revising my presentation, swallowing my saliva, typing away.&lt;br /&gt;Cold, tired and hungry. Wanna get back to work soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met 11:11 today again, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-5447390590078900748?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5447390590078900748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-lecture-listening-to-mousey-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5447390590078900748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5447390590078900748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-lecture-listening-to-mousey-face.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3342543916100685397</id><published>2009-05-04T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what went wrong seriously.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to see people around me getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so horrible right now.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, seems so meaningless, I hate to use it, hear it, get in touch with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mondays are horrible days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intruder says: life's beautiful, think it that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3342543916100685397?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3342543916100685397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-went-wrong-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3342543916100685397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3342543916100685397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-went-wrong-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-2801606860029324960</id><published>2009-05-03T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life's been good so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1bQdlW2VI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SKwIGvwZiqg/s1600-h/Image7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331517872253884754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1bQdlW2VI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SKwIGvwZiqg/s320/Image7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1dQL5WCNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lQyz0Ytmx9E/s1600-h/Image15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331520066529134802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1dQL5WCNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lQyz0Ytmx9E/s320/Image15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1eDKxcqFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/t_rTPVXBN_k/s1600-h/DSC00594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331520942400907346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1eDKxcqFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/t_rTPVXBN_k/s320/DSC00594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1fEi2FmZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/syrbs-X_e10/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331522065554315666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1fEi2FmZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/syrbs-X_e10/s320/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1cwddbsWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1QxVFYLPdoQ/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331519521488089442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1cwddbsWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/1QxVFYLPdoQ/s320/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1crLujtDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c5J1ZqgRU4I/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331519430828733490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1crLujtDI/AAAAAAAAAOo/c5J1ZqgRU4I/s320/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;msn during lectures, meetups, phone calls, meeting new people, icing biscuits, surprises, lunch dates, holland village, breakfast @ mac, newyork newyork, icecream, randomness, procrastinating, laughing out loud, bubble tea, commonwealthian, checking the time at 1111h, school of business, tutorials and more tutorials, money, shopping, caramel frappe, webcam, being a happy girl, converse.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a happy week. :D&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/3036630370471845542-2801606860029324960?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2801606860029324960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-been-good-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2801606860029324960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/2801606860029324960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-been-good-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1bQdlW2VI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SKwIGvwZiqg/s72-c/Image7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-7527573238723497163</id><published>2009-04-30T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yooooo! &lt;em&gt;How's life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fantastic. I am starting to enjoy schoolala. Today, met several new people, from other courses haha, but I don't know what's with me today man. I kept saying things that make people respond with, &lt;em&gt;walao that's damn lame can&lt;/em&gt;, shitzz. Right, now I have two presentations to prepare, man. I don't think I can ever speak fluently in front of a entire class, with the Queky teacher staring at me. I think I will just go uh...uhh... and stutter my way through. Screw my English language. I feel really lousy in my class, damn it. Lectures are damn crappy, tutorials are worse. I am still interrupting classes with &lt;em&gt;sorry I'm late&lt;/em&gt; while everyone stare. Yes, I AM LATE EVERYDAY, fgs. Tomorrow will be a great adventure I swear, I will try a new route to school, heee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry my dears, I miss my secondary school life and all of you. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-7527573238723497163?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7527573238723497163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/04/yooooo-hows-life-fantastic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7527573238723497163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/7527573238723497163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/04/yooooo-hows-life-fantastic.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-8708728794234654218</id><published>2009-04-26T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAMN IT, I NEED INSPIRATION RIGHT NOW,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS MOMENT, THIS MINUTE, THIS SECOND. COME TO ME!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DON'T FEEL MOTIVATED, NOT A BIT, KNS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-8708728794234654218?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8708728794234654218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-it-i-need-inspiration-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8708728794234654218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/8708728794234654218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-it-i-need-inspiration-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-3839187330218749236</id><published>2009-04-25T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bonjour! School's getting fun lately. Or maybe it's just the friday module. Friday's good. Met another class of people, quite fun that kind. But then, none of them are in the same course as me. I'm the only TRM kid there, wth. So I only get to see everybody on Fridays la. Which also means that the rest of my days are zZzzzZzZZzZzZzZzz cause the other modules just suck man. T,ILIS. One week down, I still haven't met my classmates haha. I am working tonight, hopefully I don't screw again, get my pay and be a happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everybody la, I feel very weird not being myself in school man. Shit, I can't think of anything to write for my report. I am damn ass tired. Au revoir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-3839187330218749236?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3839187330218749236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/04/bonjour-schools-getting-fun-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3839187330218749236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/3839187330218749236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/04/bonjour-schools-getting-fun-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-4115132913636137018</id><published>2009-04-24T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i'm in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with kinder bueno white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get another one tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before work,&lt;br /&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/3036630370471845542-4115132913636137018?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4115132913636137018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4115132913636137018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/4115132913636137018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-im-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-6105689666748168550</id><published>2009-04-24T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Fridays. It marks the end of the week, it's a PE day, I can jump all I want, it's the best damn thing, hee. Hopefully I see familiar faces there la. Whenever I get hyper around the new people I meet, they give me that stare, it's so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3036630370471845542-6105689666748168550?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6105689666748168550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-fridays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6105689666748168550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/6105689666748168550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-fridays.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3036630370471845542.post-5895158466754243464</id><published>2009-04-22T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:26:53.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am fine already, I guess. I need to get over it soon. I can't live like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) School's getting better, got to know a few people from my course, but then those I know are from another class la. I haven't met any classmates other than Suhayl Muhamad Salpai who goes to the same lectures, tutorials and workshops with me everyday, other than fridays. I see him so often I think he will get sick of me soon haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) School's weird, I don't know whether to wear shorts or jeans to attend class. One moment you are freezing in lecture theatre and next you are melting under the sun while traveling around. The school's damn big, I still get lost in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Today's lecture was damn boring, I see everyone in front of me using msn. Oh I have a Mdm Quek-lookalike bcomm lecturer that talks like LWL. Now I know lecturers have a class list with students' photos on it, damn it. She was passing around the list. And I think now the whole class knows my email cause of this woman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay I need ten volunteers, I am going to pick a name... fiona... how many f's do you have?! ten!!!!&lt;/span&gt; And everyone started laughing wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Received phone bill last night and woohoo, I got my scolding, and am officially broke cause of it. Boo. Can't wait for Saturday with Liying. $_$ Then I can go find Eunice and Jiamin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Tomorrow's a long day to go, 9am-4pm, too cute for me. I think I will be online till lappy dies. Okay I am still late for lectures haha. My attendance must be horrible. Two more rounds of hunting for LT sessions tomorrow haha!&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/3036630370471845542-5895158466754243464?l=xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5895158466754243464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-fine-already-i-guess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5895158466754243464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3036630370471845542/posts/default/5895158466754243464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-fine-already-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
