<?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-706196662362210970</id><updated>2011-08-02T02:27:38.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have only you to hug</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-4349906713559680287</id><published>2010-02-21T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:24:44.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roar.</title><content type='html'>Chinese new year's halfway gone, and i think the merrymaking will cease with today too.&lt;br /&gt;It's been hectic days following up to cny, but i'm enjoying myself quite alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation camp before cny, which was quite a blast despite the tone down warning. As usual, it brought up memories of the previous camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cny was another blast.&lt;br /&gt;First two days spent with relatives, lots of gambling and eating. Lion dance at home the second day was not really an eye-opener since it's the same green lion every year.&lt;br /&gt;Third day was hosting friends over at my home, another whole round of food and cards.&lt;br /&gt;Yst was tkd steamboat at chinatown, getting to know some seniors catching up with some and movie!&lt;br /&gt;Today was bainian at shawn's. Ard 8 hours of gambling, with all variation. Quite a feast too, pizza chicken wings fingerfood steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year to many that i know, seems to have lost its excitement like when we were small. Yeah i do feel kinda different with the years going past, but still there's the little anticipation that i have. I think the biggest regret is, not to have a big reunion dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-4349906713559680287?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/4349906713559680287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=4349906713559680287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4349906713559680287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4349906713559680287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2010/02/roar.html' title='Roar.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-7038131002640439362</id><published>2009-12-08T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:30:59.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance floor.</title><content type='html'>Prom was yst.&lt;br /&gt;The event was pretty enjoyable, except most of us were quite rude. Getting up in the middle of it and nvr sat down in our seats for a very long time. Photo taking was great and everyone look nice :)&lt;br /&gt;Didnt get to take pictures with some of the people, couldnt find them. After it ends, the whole lobby was packed totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went club aft that. It was crazy. i thought that half of the school was there.&lt;br /&gt;At some point, you couldn't even move. It was that squeezy.&lt;br /&gt;Saw the wild side of most school mates, everyone was just crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess yst was a great day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7038131002640439362?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/7038131002640439362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=7038131002640439362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7038131002640439362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7038131002640439362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/12/dance-floor.html' title='Dance floor.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-2779680415996211745</id><published>2009-11-28T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:59:43.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks out.</title><content type='html'>This time last week, i was pondering about my future, feeling all so pessimestic and low, like future's all gone. So purposeless. It was as if time has stopped together with the putting down of the pens on friday.&lt;br /&gt;But please, do not take it the wrong way. After few weeks of time with books, everything ends so abruptly that leaves me at a loss.&lt;br /&gt;And the burden of finding a prom dress weighs down heavily man. After being out of shops for a pretty long time, my taste had changed. I need something that's out of the mainstream, not the common style you see down the streets. That makes things hard, can't find something i like. Something appropriate for the event, something i could continue using after the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about prom. I hope everyone would not start commenting on the appearances of the others. Would defeat the purpose then. But i guess people, inevidently would have many things to say. I saw alr, the materialistic, superfical side of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we had a sleepover at vicky's yst. Planned a movie marathon. But it was pretty screwed up. Watched only one movie. Hah. More of a girls night, with nail painting, thinking hard about prom dresses and popping champagne(what a hard time we had) .. Her parents were very kind, bringing us all to a nice cafe for awesome breakfast. How lovely are they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then joey came over to sleep yst. Went shopping. At the very last stop, we got our dresses. Yay, long long one. :) I thought it was pretty unique, finally omg. Oh yeah, wanted to make gifts for teachers but we collapse halfway thg it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying with all my heart now, that i dont have to go back and touch those books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyay F3's going to malaysia and spent the first day of 2010 together. :) Miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should do up some resolutions for my life thereafter. At least for the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-get a goodpaying job. (pretty settled i think)&lt;br /&gt;-of cos, have more time for family after much neglect.&lt;br /&gt;-kids day out with s.lam and whoever.&lt;br /&gt;-houseworkcookingsewing women'sjob.&lt;br /&gt;-go back for camps.&lt;br /&gt;-pick up a new skill.&lt;br /&gt;-exercise, at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;-catch up with some awesomw books shows movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Victorine, something about women. So proud of her. Struggling between duty and love, that isn't easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;After taking Lit, i'm pretty glad that i'm able to take it in a diff way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-2779680415996211745?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/2779680415996211745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=2779680415996211745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2779680415996211745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2779680415996211745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/11/fireworks-out.html' title='Fireworks out.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-4959823089249634750</id><published>2009-10-09T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:04:19.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, some of us came to a realization, that next week is the final and last week. Of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt; life. Of our school life. It's the last week in school uniform, singing the national &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anthem&lt;/span&gt;, going to classes and enduring all the lessons. After the next week, we'll no longer be students, where teachers are there to keep a look on us. Everything else is much dependent on us alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, although some of them don't really think much of this last week, its impacts on me is probably greater. Throughout the 12 years of education, there's definetely many bad times i've went thg. Yet, those lovely moments offset all negative ones. I'll still miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just 4 weeks left, the stress is really getting to most of us. It's probably one of the rare periods in school, where you'll see j2s studying. Personally, my panic attacks are over, prehaps once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, tuition was pretty good. The whole atmosphere was not so intense. And i think we all learn pretty much today. Dinner was good too, vicky was particularly irritating :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying the peace after school, having the whole classroom to ourselves, and all ard is so quiet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohman, my eyelids are very heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-4959823089249634750?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/4959823089249634750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=4959823089249634750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4959823089249634750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4959823089249634750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/10/last.html' title='Last.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-6529059274272336707</id><published>2009-10-01T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:35:29.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Off Now</title><content type='html'>At times, waves just come crashing onto the shore, so ruthlessly. Seems like it's not going to stop. With every wave breaking, it brings something with it. You think it's going to make you feel refreshed, all those sprays of cold salt water. But no. Drags you into the water, deeper in, further out. Pulling you so that you can't reach the shore anymore. That's when you just drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days was like a realisation for me, about many things.&lt;br /&gt;How money can cause so many things to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things amazed me, including my own actions.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't quite believe that myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that never stay permanent, i chose to avoid those. Although i was much dependent in the past on the people ard me, i realise, how quickly ppl changes. Kindof tiggered out the qns, if there really ppl who could give it their all for you? I got the answer that, no, it's only you after all, independence is so impt.&lt;br /&gt;It's actually putting me off, those pretences. No, i no longer want to put on that smile when i can't, say things that i don't want too.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, when everything comes to a stage where it's each to his own, you'll realise who really cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-6529059274272336707?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/6529059274272336707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=6529059274272336707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6529059274272336707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6529059274272336707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/10/taking-off-now.html' title='Taking Off Now'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-5586706711309355855</id><published>2009-09-26T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:17:58.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look into the mirror.</title><content type='html'>today's tuition ended unexpectantly in tears. :/&lt;br /&gt;All of it triggered out by a qns. Then it got to a whole round of talk, which left almost all of us teary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely comforting to know that, there is people who stumble through this phrase of their life, that people fought through with sheer hard effort, and of course it's really nice to know that there's people who are there beside you.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to fall back on stories of success, whether it's about hard work or luck. You could constantly remind yourself that, yeah others made it, and here's your turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even right now, with just 44 days left, i can honestly say, i don't know if i can make it. I used to have doubts on whether i've made the correct choice by choosing this route.&lt;br /&gt;Running this final lap, i'll say that this is what i've chosen, and i believe i've made the best choice for myself. I guess, no matter what the outcome would be, it's one of the best experience i've had, and i will be able to say that i've give it my all. No regrets whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty true that if you feel lousy about yourself to begin with, you cannot step up any further.&lt;br /&gt;Also i don't think i'll ever put my heart into helping someone if i don't see her/him doing justice to herself by starting to work hard. One must be worthly and deserving to be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in fate, and that it brings people together, making us all meet for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Coming into a jc, i've seen quite a number of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some became very dear to me. Most of my happiest moments are shared with them, and they're there for many of my darkest moments too. I know i'll probably still keep in contact with most of the people who falls into this category, and it'll be really hard to give up the bonds forged within this period. Indeed, they've showed me a lot of things, taught me what a true friend really means, pulling me through many rough patches, pulling me tight when things are ugly. Yes of course, they have their own flaws, but to be able to compromise these flaws brings us all closer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm most grateful to this bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the good ones comes the not so good ones too. Few months back, i'll probably blame on fate for beinging us together, to make me see the side of people that most would prefer to avoid. Indeed some had brought much misery. Through all these, i've got a taste of what i am going to encounter in life later on, the people i'll encounter later on. And they taught me many things too. Fate probably set them up, for me to see who are the dearer ones. Now, i choose not to think that they're bad, but rather, we're just of different frequencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, i don't quite know how all these came spilling out. Got quite a bit of the above from my tuition teacher. I've learned about than just mere lit from her. I must say, she's one of the best person i've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, time to get some actions done instead of just empty talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i'll like to say, i'll really like to go into the uni with all the people i hold dear. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5586706711309355855?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5586706711309355855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5586706711309355855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5586706711309355855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5586706711309355855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-into-mirror.html' title='Look into the mirror.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-1480427961208695287</id><published>2009-09-23T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:50:40.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all that now.</title><content type='html'>School's getting more dreadful with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;The 2.5hrs long lessons are particularly draining, and given our short attention span, i feel that it is not reaping much benefits for most of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk in school, not feeling the fresh feeling each day once brought. The amount of workload is accumulating, as well as the stress. It's actually normal these days to see some outbursts, or experience it yourself. A random explosion helps alot, much better than keeping it in and not letting it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end the day worse, knowing that i'll continue the same whole process tml again. I am so tired that i could think of nothing else. Throughout the same, i've been fighting against the urge to lie down, to close my eyes and catch some sleep. :/ sleeping now is a priviledge already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, with 47 more days, i don't quite see how i'm going to get my goals. And i have heard this sentence repeated almost daily by most. Demoralized by the prelims results, it'll be quite normal for us to feel hopeless. I'm especially put down by econs, due to a S this time round again. It has the same effect after i've put in effort. What to do? I search for the answer. Then i go deeper down yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you're feeling downright bitter and when all the negative emotions come crashing, i realised that it takes a really simple thing to lighten up everything. A cone of mixed berries ice-cream. A note of encouragement from close friends. A pat on the back. Someone to stand by you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, it isn't life that is complicated, it is us who makes it all so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-1480427961208695287?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1480427961208695287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1480427961208695287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1480427961208695287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1480427961208695287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-all-that-now.html' title='It&apos;s all that now.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-805054942246399239</id><published>2009-09-17T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:34:32.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO HELP?</title><content type='html'>I feel like i'm carrying the whole earth. So damn heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak. I want to scream out loud. I'll explode sooner or little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS PLEASE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-805054942246399239?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/805054942246399239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=805054942246399239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/805054942246399239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/805054942246399239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-help.html' title='HELLO HELP?'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-8967467980770186860</id><published>2009-09-16T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:06:02.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rain just gets heavier.</title><content type='html'>The first two days of school were downright horrible. And it just went downhill today.&lt;br /&gt;All cos of results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, though expected, but. but.&lt;br /&gt;Lit was prehaps the most disappointing one. Thought i'll do better than that seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Gp paper 1 was another demoralising piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this's not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm starting to think, i should have just went poly, i should have just stayed back last year.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are not really helping. Your class is the most unprepared for A levels among the whole cohort. And, seeing how they assist the 4h2s classes.. yeah, they're the potential scholars, but it just made me feel so helpless. Ah freak, i'll probably jump down if i don't get into a uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i've said that i'll not let prelims results affect me, it's actually pulling me down much worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-8967467980770186860?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/8967467980770186860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=8967467980770186860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/8967467980770186860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/8967467980770186860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/09/rain-just-gets-heavier.html' title='The rain just gets heavier.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-7286064228069238167</id><published>2009-09-13T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:52:52.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break those gates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SqxrnCullQI/AAAAAAAABJQ/bEuIxBnGnLQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380793973292242178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SqxrnCullQI/AAAAAAAABJQ/bEuIxBnGnLQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, had lunch at the aston with ana erin and audrey. And the four of us were such kind people. We found a handphone on the pavement, and picked it up. Tried to call using the contacts but couldn't didn't manage to. Then someone called, and we met them and return the phone to them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only all the people in the world are honest, then it'll be really great. Then i didn't have to lose my wallet and phone, only to get it back all rotten after months. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 58 more days. SOS please. Can't find myself sitting down for at least 5 hours. This week is so filled up with events, and at the end of the week, i 'll always feel that there're a million things to do, so much so that i can't find one to start with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nono, sdsm, to quote with from school. Starting from next week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7286064228069238167?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/7286064228069238167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=7286064228069238167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7286064228069238167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7286064228069238167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/09/break-those-gates.html' title='Break those gates'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SqxrnCullQI/AAAAAAAABJQ/bEuIxBnGnLQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-3417865883055097578</id><published>2009-09-12T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:48:30.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pose for a pic, please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Squ9TvgA6iI/AAAAAAAABI4/mIEPSHYs-t8/s1600-h/9132_129457823533_825268533_2408732_1307117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380602326690097698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Squ9TvgA6iI/AAAAAAAABI4/mIEPSHYs-t8/s400/9132_129457823533_825268533_2408732_1307117_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY GIRLS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Squ9THtuD-I/AAAAAAAABIw/TdLrd-gS5U4/s1600-h/9132_129458018533_825268533_2408755_5577207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380602316010164194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Squ9THtuD-I/AAAAAAAABIw/TdLrd-gS5U4/s400/9132_129458018533_825268533_2408755_5577207_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THURS, steamboat with F3s :) Probably one of the last gathering alr. And one of the best. It was good fun, good photo taking, good people. I'll surely miss them like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Squ6Y8VQewI/AAAAAAAABIo/4PA_NxLn_gI/s1600-h/Photo0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380599117499104002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Squ6Y8VQewI/AAAAAAAABIo/4PA_NxLn_gI/s400/Photo0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WED, swimming. tanning. Great fun, esp the wave pool cos everyone can't really grab the float. Great time tanning, but the after effect is horrible omg. We totally overkill.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided too put more effort into swimming. Healthy lifestyle yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Squ6YWo5S3I/AAAAAAAABIg/Re1vyeAfXdU/s1600-h/Photo0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380599107380923250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Squ6YWo5S3I/AAAAAAAABIg/Re1vyeAfXdU/s400/Photo0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WED, dinner at ion! :) yay, been a really long time since i saw some of them, esp ivy. All so engrossed in our own life, meeting up seems so rare. And i get this feeling that it'll just get more difficult. Time flows, things goes. Hopefully not our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380602333380257506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Squ9UIbEpuI/AAAAAAAABJA/4fBD6Dov9Zs/s400/Photo0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't remember when was this taken. ICONS :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WCP (plaza, not park), time to study girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My right ear is hurting for some unknown reason, but i guess it's most probably ear infection. And the last few nights had been terrible. Sleepless. Can't turn on my left cos of my terrible sunburnt skin, not the right cos of my ear. Don't prefer lying on my back. Ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the opening of sch week, there's the final lap to A's. With that, comes prom, and yes, the end. What a rush ending it's gonna be, for this short two years. I can't say that i'll like to remain in the sch for even another day, but i'll defintely miss the fun like shit. Made some really awesome good friends. And saw the another terrible side of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to realise, if you want something really bad enough, you'll throw in all. That's the desperation. That we all need now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-3417865883055097578?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/3417865883055097578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=3417865883055097578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/3417865883055097578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/3417865883055097578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-girls-thurs-steamboat-with-f3s.html' title='Pose for a pic, please.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Squ9TvgA6iI/AAAAAAAABI4/mIEPSHYs-t8/s72-c/9132_129457823533_825268533_2408732_1307117_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-5308451976128789902</id><published>2009-09-08T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:20:33.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go on and take a plane.</title><content type='html'>Good time spent at home today. At least there's no disturbance from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Though i have to say that this works well for two days at the max.&lt;br /&gt;Too much of slience will kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. I. Really. Want. To. Get. On. A. Plane.&lt;br /&gt;AND GO AWAY AWAY AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore gets a little boring nowadays. Like, you can't find a bench with really clear waters, a cliff with really smashing waves, a mountain that is really massive and, yes snow!&lt;br /&gt;I'll like some days, that i can be dressed up in winterwear, those really thick furs, scafts, boots. And not sweat like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this week is pretty eventful. :) Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes i'm dreading next week like, to a unlimited measurement seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5308451976128789902?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5308451976128789902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5308451976128789902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5308451976128789902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5308451976128789902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-on-and-take-plane.html' title='Go on and take a plane.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-2623665634052821620</id><published>2009-09-06T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:54:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday celebrations ought to be at the sakae outlet at the icon, over at the tanjong pagar area.&lt;br /&gt;We went there to celebrate vicky's birthday, and had a pleasant surprise by the manager. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was really sweet of them, to have cakes on the conveyer belt, rolling towards us! 6 little cakes with cartoon characters on it, and plenty of rose petals. It was really a lovely sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri, just before tuition, ICONS caught COCO before CHANEL. Despite the low ratings, i find the movie a pretty good one. There wasn't much of a story of how the whole Chanel came along, but rather, more on the life of the founder, Coco, and how she came to the decision not to marry. Nearly everyone was the upper-class, so elegant. And it's nice to have a look at the fashion of the past! :)&lt;br /&gt;And oh, tuition wasn't so bad as i think it would be. Another happy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat was training! :) Omg it was like a million years since the last training i went for. And it's really pleasant to see many of the J2s there too, though many more couldn't make it. It's been a really long time. Wonderful feeling to be able to sweat like that again, to stretch my limbs again(painfully). And, go for tkd lunch, yay! juniors are lovely people, and it's always more than nice to be training with the j2s! :) I'm missing last year quite a bit alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a rainy day and i'll like to sleep 24/7. I think there's something wrong with me, cos i can sleep and sleep and sleep again! Like, i don't really feel awake after a 12 hrs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kindo lokking forward to next week, with all the gatherings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently i've realized that despite being quite dependent on people (don't think i could survive alone), i'm beginning to like to have some time alone. But i do like being in groups where i'll feel at home, no need for pretence and any sort of entertainment, acting like i'm really interested. I'm showing emotions more outwardly, not bothering to show any sort of hyporcrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life gets a little tiring sometimes you know.&lt;br /&gt;Then, you'll like to just take a walk around, alone.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe on your bagpack, just that and you're going.&lt;br /&gt;Stopping a little, by the river, ocean, cliff.&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the middle of the bridge, on a yatch in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a cafe, just watching people go.&lt;br /&gt;Someday i'll just do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad times for some close friends. Hang in there, there's loads of love from around :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-2623665634052821620?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/2623665634052821620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=2623665634052821620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2623665634052821620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2623665634052821620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-celebrations-ought-to-be-at.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-453331948102706781</id><published>2009-09-02T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:03:12.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sp6VYxwdQFI/AAAAAAAABIY/i840afNk9Z4/s1600-h/GetAttachment4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376899258032930898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sp6VYxwdQFI/AAAAAAAABIY/i840afNk9Z4/s320/GetAttachment4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my teapot's birthday! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICKY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been more than a year, since some really tiny girl came and sit by me yeah? Been thg much, thankyou for all the long journeys back home, and those times spent studying, and everything. :) everything's gonna be so dull without you! BFF &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-453331948102706781?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/453331948102706781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=453331948102706781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/453331948102706781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/453331948102706781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-my-teapots-birthday-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sp6VYxwdQFI/AAAAAAAABIY/i840afNk9Z4/s72-c/GetAttachment4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-6313747563662302069</id><published>2009-09-01T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:09:53.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sp04JPw0ITI/AAAAAAAABIQ/oA2Z2hZo9KQ/s1600-h/P1050376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376515261651493170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sp04JPw0ITI/AAAAAAAABIQ/oA2Z2hZo9KQ/s320/P1050376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sp03IaEyAsI/AAAAAAAABII/CFE1aI8UBog/s1600-h/P1050295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376514147728097986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sp03IaEyAsI/AAAAAAAABII/CFE1aI8UBog/s320/P1050295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sp03HabwhpI/AAAAAAAABH4/BuwdPZQ-nus/s1600-h/P1050347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376514130644600466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sp03HabwhpI/AAAAAAAABH4/BuwdPZQ-nus/s320/P1050347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sp03GzhFCyI/AAAAAAAABHw/Fy27W4rITFo/s1600-h/P1050413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376514120197933858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sp03GzhFCyI/AAAAAAAABHw/Fy27W4rITFo/s320/P1050413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible start to the nicely planned out schedule :(&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't been that focused. Distractions is all ard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice days out though. Accompanied Audrey to get her shopping done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;studying out with hamster and joey was much fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm growing old at a much fast pace. My back is achingly uncomfortable, for some unknown reason. I think i need to lie down a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, the next few days, is going to be with Shakesphere, the pretty boring old man, prep for fri's tuition. I would prefer some slightly more modern text anytime, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-6313747563662302069?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/6313747563662302069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=6313747563662302069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6313747563662302069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6313747563662302069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/09/terrible-start-to-nicely-planned-out.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sp04JPw0ITI/AAAAAAAABIQ/oA2Z2hZo9KQ/s72-c/P1050376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-1429442362460788094</id><published>2009-08-31T08:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:01:50.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a terrible headache last evening, i gave in and took a panadol. Oh man, i think the pils are not going to work on me soon, cos i've been taking it so often. :( I really hate headaches omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the awesome headache, i spent one whole sleepless night,&lt;br /&gt;trying to plan out the outlay for my room, when my new furniture moves in.&lt;br /&gt;Keep shifting the things ard, in my head. After few hours, i still couldn't quite decide how to place everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to live in the countryside, maybe in a cottage? Ard the hills and greens. With the sheeps and cows and lamb. And the blue blue sky. But i don't mind near the sea too. Oh yes, i'll not mind a castle too HAHA. dream on.&lt;br /&gt;If i can't go and live with the nature, maybe a modern flat, with antique, woody furniture, and a countryside style is good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, whenever i look out of my window, all i see is flats. And once the view of the sea ard sentosa is now blocked. I'm so tired of being surrounded by flats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Audrey in a while. Study, SHOP. :)&lt;br /&gt;I think i've been spending too much, shall try to hold back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should go catch some sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-1429442362460788094?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1429442362460788094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1429442362460788094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1429442362460788094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1429442362460788094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-terrible-headache-last-evening-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-5642418590036316414</id><published>2009-08-29T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T02:14:56.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piecing it all tgt</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes it's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen to a song, and take it to be just another song.&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, maybe in the slient night,&lt;br /&gt;you listen to it again, and.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;you get the song,&lt;br /&gt;Like, yeah, the lyrics do make a story.&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the beat, the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know, he, she, the right one?&lt;br /&gt;You'll have only one, of the one.&lt;br /&gt;Then, what if you pass him/her by, let him/ her go pass.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be all gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's near the end, near graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;Like in sec sch, then now too.&lt;br /&gt;You'll get some unexpected surprises,&lt;br /&gt;people whom once seems so stranger.&lt;br /&gt;unity of the classes.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure only after it's lost,&lt;br /&gt;yeah, somewhere along there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you shouldn't take that attitude,&lt;br /&gt;esp with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;But, you just had to, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Bad day, bad mood,&lt;br /&gt;Always finding cover-ups.&lt;br /&gt;But, deep down you know it's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;regetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who you hang out, almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;You thought, they're prehaps the closest i can ever find.&lt;br /&gt;But, as it goes,&lt;br /&gt;All's different, you just don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never picture myself,&lt;br /&gt;saying, hey, i could die for this friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, 18 years of age isn't quite enough still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRI. Out with ICONS. Planned for the upcominn 10 weeks. Chatted. Healthy lunch. Dessert! pictues of cos. Fruitfly research at the lib. These lovely girls!&lt;br /&gt;Shopped with Hooikim. Not a wastedful trip at all. Caught up with each other. Brought some much needed essentials. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, suddenly, ain't that bad afterall :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5642418590036316414?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5642418590036316414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5642418590036316414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5642418590036316414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5642418590036316414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-know-sometimes-its-really-funny.html' title='Piecing it all tgt'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-5673026513109289291</id><published>2009-08-28T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:21:20.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lovestory meets viva la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. Beautiful. Passionate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5673026513109289291?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5673026513109289291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5673026513109289291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5673026513109289291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5673026513109289291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovestory-meets-viva-la-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-2848567377921309419</id><published>2009-08-27T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:16:44.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying out for goodness sake.</title><content type='html'>12 hours later: my last paper, end of prelims.&lt;br /&gt;It’s pretty fortunate that arts are ending much earlier. All of science counterparts are shouting out in sorrow, everytime I brought this matter up. :) Just too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After crashing onto my bed for few hours in the afternoon, I’m feeling recharged up till now. Yet concentration level is pretty low. Quite in the post-prelims mood already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. For prelims, I actually feel much more prepared, than the CTs, perhaps having read through much of the notes so many times before already. Yet, I’m not having much faith in the results.&lt;br /&gt;Geog was pretty much screwed up. Human paper today’s actually okay, due the whole atmosphere was weird, and I was feeling drowsy. Physical paper, questions were indirect to me.&lt;br /&gt;Econs, I’ve got a pretty good feeling about essays actually. Managed to finish all six parts. But, whether it’s crap or not, I don’t know. Pls, let me pass this time, plsss.&lt;br /&gt;Lit was just usual. Nothing much to comment about this unpredictable subject ever, maybe only, I do find the poems and prose quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Gp, my most feared subject. Don’t think I could handle another consultation with a fail. Try to apply whatever knowledge I could squeeze out then. Just hope that it’ll pay off.&lt;br /&gt;Maths, the failure of my life. Curse of my life, ever since sec sch time. I think I did okay for statistics, but the pure maths part was total crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this review of the prelims and having sit through the full papers, I’ve gotten a real touch with the real exams. It’s gotta be real tough man. Arts is indeed about stamina to be able to pull through those essays. About, more than 15 essays? Halfway through lit and geog the last two days, my fingers almost got detached and my arms were feeling floppy by the end of it. Totally draining physically. And I haven’t got to the amount of things we need to memorise.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m glad that I was not in the science stream. Interest is totally not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the academic dull part is over.&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking forward towards the post-prelims celebrations, which will most probably take part next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;Some retail therapy is most needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading through some geog notes the other day, and came across this term : Gender Inequality. Absolutely disgusted with the content. Bride Burns. Female Infantcide. Totally unjust, in every sense. What’s worse, mothers could actually bear to murder their own daughters, just for the sake of trying for another son. They can see their daughters be burn to death, just because of the death of their freaking old husbands. Where’s the great mother love here?&lt;br /&gt;What’s with this gender inequality, seriously. If females were that insignificant, that indispensable, then these senseless egoistic males should perhaps think, where did they even start out from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting, I’m just glad that here, at least girls are respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anw, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUANG! (sorry, belated one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You were right, that only when it's coming close to the ending then only people starts to get closer. :) But, there's so much more time after this year! And yeah, thanks for the laughter yo! You're prehaps one of the most "high" people i know, my ogl! The wild yet elegant girl, sharing much common interest! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;happpy birthday dear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i'm really stuck onto the piano piece- &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lovestory meets vivalavida&lt;/span&gt;. Beautiful piece of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-2848567377921309419?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/2848567377921309419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=2848567377921309419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2848567377921309419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2848567377921309419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/08/12-hours-later-my-last-paper-end-of.html' title='Crying out for goodness sake.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-1158340968602666260</id><published>2009-08-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:20:13.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's getting too good here.</title><content type='html'>I was watching a show on tv, showing how singaporean actors goes on trip, helping the people in the poorer countries.&lt;br /&gt;Sure it was meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, envy shot in almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;I do want to get over this tough period soon,&lt;br /&gt;gain some independence,&lt;br /&gt;and go out there.&lt;br /&gt;Live my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Go to the places forgetten by the others, neglect in the midst of all the progress.&lt;br /&gt;Go to help the people there. At the very least, give them some smiles.&lt;br /&gt;I could do with some hardship, yes i can.&lt;br /&gt;A little cutdown in food, no comfy bed for a little while won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty serious about this whole thing, i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, here, writing in here, in front of the computer,&lt;br /&gt;lights on, music plugged in,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of tml's meal alr, sick of those books there ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there, right on the other side,&lt;br /&gt;they've got only candles, or none at all, counting on the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;listening to the raindrops, the wind,&lt;br /&gt;dying of hunger, fighting for bits of leftover on the ground, putting into their mouths whatever they can dig out,&lt;br /&gt;so isolated, they don't know the outside world, definetely not their abc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why they say, Life's unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, on a happier note,&lt;br /&gt;today's studying at Icon, though rather slow, but it was pretty much fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;A productive day for pictues, it's been a long time, and a long time.:)&lt;br /&gt;Those two girls, swimming and doing all sorts of funny things in the water!&lt;br /&gt;And, at times like this, you'll wish you're not a girl. yuccks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH, i want to end this all, and go out of this place for a little while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-1158340968602666260?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1158340968602666260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1158340968602666260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1158340968602666260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1158340968602666260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-getting-too-good-here.html' title='Life&apos;s getting too good here.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-695405563425329532</id><published>2009-08-20T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:38:10.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midway down</title><content type='html'>/edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAWN is an irritating boy, always doing some stupid things, making stupid requests, stupid actions ..&lt;br /&gt;Even my posts, he has to comment, right?&lt;br /&gt;Always calling just to ask one simple thing, to disturb, to disrupt, to interrupt, to joke.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, i just have to accept this friend yeah? HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;He's probably one of the few, who don't judge others by appearances, by some stupid rumours, popularity.&lt;br /&gt;Simple friendship, yet so true and strong.&lt;br /&gt;Without this shortyboy, there'll be prehaps no one to do those silly stuff, even with the embarrasement that comes with it,&lt;br /&gt;my mugging-for-exams nights would be pretty one straight boring dull line. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, all it takes is a simple goodluck, a short call, to remind each other that friends do still exist, close and true ones.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so here's a thankyou, shortylamunderwearshawnawkwar! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway thg, it's pretty much draining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-695405563425329532?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/695405563425329532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=695405563425329532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/695405563425329532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/695405563425329532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/08/midway-down.html' title='Midway down'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-405959079937864162</id><published>2009-08-19T15:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:23:40.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey clouds are heavy.</title><content type='html'>Geog, maths, Gp down. Geog was most probably crap, shit. All thanks to the irritating constant headache. Maths was okay for the second part, but the pure maths one was screwed totally. Gp, ahhh. I'm hoping just for a pass. Please.&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 papers down, yet i'm feeling drained already. Stamina isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering, wth did i chose this jc path, and what's more, as an arts. Heavy writing, heavy memorising. Except for maths, i'll have probably written more than 2000 words by the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing the camps days yet again. And yeah, f3. All of us seemed to be so engrossed in our own world, busy with prelims and all. Just few months ago, outings were considered regular, picnics and all. Even studying out. ohwell, with 83 more days to go, it'll get wrose i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the countdown board stationed right at the school's gate is terrific. Just to add more stress to the high level i'm already it. It's so black and white, and the impact isn't really that positive. Too much stress just breaks you, you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years back, i was all prepared for my O's already. At least for my geography, and most subjects. Just look at me now, i can't see myself looking the results slip next week and smile. I don't want to cry seriously. Freak, thinking of that day next week, i'll bang myself against anything and die. Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, i think i look pretty weird with my new stupid specs. Makes me look old (not even older), super studious. I feel like so old lady carrying books la omg. And everyone commented that i'll look like some freak, if with contacts. Ew, something wrong with my face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-405959079937864162?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/405959079937864162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=405959079937864162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/405959079937864162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/405959079937864162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-on.html' title='Grey clouds are heavy.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-7762939757888106391</id><published>2009-08-13T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:11:17.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic attack in the dark waters</title><content type='html'>Had a panic attack, as shawn termed it.&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, panic panic panic.&lt;br /&gt;Esp GP consultation. It was embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it always like that?&lt;br /&gt;You lost the life-buoy,&lt;br /&gt;starts to panic and kick ard.&lt;br /&gt;Then you go under.&lt;br /&gt;Can't touch the ground, can't see the top.&lt;br /&gt;Stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pray hard, for something to come back.&lt;br /&gt;And scoop you up, out of that.&lt;br /&gt;And when it does, you feel anew.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to charge on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7762939757888106391?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/7762939757888106391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=7762939757888106391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7762939757888106391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7762939757888106391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/08/panic-attack-in-dark-waters.html' title='Panic attack in the dark waters'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-1525454477514200316</id><published>2009-08-08T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:30:38.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched "UP" with F3 yesterday. What an experience, just to get the few tickets. Vivo's queue was omg. Like the world was there. So in the end, with persistance we went to the isolated Tiong Bahru to catch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;But it was all worth it! The show was great, but sadly unrealistic. How nice would it be, if there's someone who would love you so deeply, who would continue you dreams after your death. To grow old with such great love for each other is such a bliss. And so impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Harry Potter few weeks back. Despite the criticism going around, i still find the movie pretty good. Yes, the book has much more details and actions. But i guess, if the movie were to be exact, it'll probably cos more than a bomb, and last more than a day.&lt;br /&gt;I wish someday, i would find some door, open it and go into the magical world. Then i'll meet harry potter and go on with him on your adventures. How great huh. There's be no more confined, dull studying. But i'll be playing with wands, spells, magical creatures and plants, and explore the castle! Yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if i get good results for A's, Hogwarts will take me in! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-1525454477514200316?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1525454477514200316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1525454477514200316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1525454477514200316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1525454477514200316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/08/watched-up-with-f3-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-4447551180915079998</id><published>2009-08-05T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:05:21.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down, Down, Down</title><content type='html'>I've got no time, not really with much strategies, definetely much less knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;Closing to 90 days.&lt;br /&gt;And here i am, still trying deperately trying to pass, which probably wouldn't get me anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;AH, freak.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, send me some good ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the light is most probably going out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-4447551180915079998?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/4447551180915079998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=4447551180915079998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4447551180915079998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4447551180915079998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-got-no-time-not-really-with-much.html' title='Down, Down, Down'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-956257445698675906</id><published>2009-08-02T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:26:36.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was crap.&lt;br /&gt;Did analysis for 15 poems straight. 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I thought i'm losing my mind. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And in the early morning, i drank some tea, packet tea.&lt;br /&gt;Then for the whole day, my stomach seem to be having some roller-coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;After i got home, i was going to crash, then i had to redo the Cip thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Man, it was a really bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before today ends, i'm already hoping for the next weekend to be here.&lt;br /&gt;See, school's really helpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-956257445698675906?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/956257445698675906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=956257445698675906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/956257445698675906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/956257445698675906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday-was-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-6712271220516837581</id><published>2009-07-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:49:08.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't be here, at all.</title><content type='html'>This time last year, some of us busy preparing, in light of the NEW ZEALAND trip.&lt;br /&gt;Freak.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm in the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life reflects it.&lt;br /&gt;Making the wrong choices, walking the wrong routes.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to the wrong people. Writing the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;With wrong, comes right.&lt;br /&gt;One day, we'll all fly wearing the correct pair of wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-6712271220516837581?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/6712271220516837581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=6712271220516837581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6712271220516837581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6712271220516837581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-shouldnt-be-here-at-all.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t be here, at all.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-757630694170001159</id><published>2009-07-28T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:51:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whacked up.</title><content type='html'>Freak, can't believe i failed geog. 4 more marks, AH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my body is screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;I can survive a day with just one biscuit/bread.&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep forever and still want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And having headaches every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;What the shit right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i forgot to mention the lovely friday spent with teapot.&lt;br /&gt;Has mango pudding in a ICE BOWL (i'm serious, cool right?)&lt;br /&gt;Saw many gowns, esp a particulary short gown.&lt;br /&gt;Went to her hot pink room and tried to hid from her. But, failed.&lt;br /&gt;She forced me to stare and the star-less sky and say, yes, i see stars!&lt;br /&gt;And plently of her unglam pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgottening naming her animals, and name the devil aft me (HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Hooray, we should do that more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times you realise how easily things can go.&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time, it's all just in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You're so into it, still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-757630694170001159?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/757630694170001159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=757630694170001159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/757630694170001159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/757630694170001159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/freak-cant-believe-i-failed-geog.html' title='Whacked up.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-6559012397760628763</id><published>2009-07-26T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:51:07.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and down the hill.</title><content type='html'>Progress been fluctuating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this weekend, food and clothes had been coming in, instead of words.&lt;br /&gt;Bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;Flea market was good with eve though, and buffet tastes great with family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty amazing, the works of fate. Besides bringing people together, sometimes, it would bring the right people together.&lt;br /&gt;And the right people, come together, and create stories of their own. Friendship writes stories.&lt;br /&gt;When you look back at history, you'll realize the number of people you've written stories with.&lt;br /&gt;For some, The book is yet to be completed and it prehaps would never reach the end. For some, there're occasional entries only, yet bearing great emotions in them. And for some, words turned to dust, faded words bringing along faint memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people, on the first meeting, you thought no, how can we ever be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it turn out other wise. Opposites attacts i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Close friends, would read each other minds. Popping out the question the other party have in mind, completing their statements when they couldn't go on. Awkward situations in an amusing way. Comfortable silence. Embracing the flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUEBERRY SHORTCAKE, STRAWBERRY PIE.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this again. omg, i can't imagine how everything would turn out, if you didn't sit beside me last year, on the every first day.&lt;br /&gt;I would have no teapot to go home with, to laugh at me, to save me from embarrasement and pulling me into her awkward situation. No shortcake to complete this two gruesome years with, to compromise my flaws and filling up my moments of depressions with her singing voice. Less than two years, yet it feels more than a million already. :) Pufferfish do love goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When clouds get too heavy, they let down all the water they're holding.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, nothing seems too grey. No more dark, heavy, stormly clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-6559012397760628763?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/6559012397760628763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=6559012397760628763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6559012397760628763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6559012397760628763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/up-and-down-hill.html' title='Up and down the hill.'/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-6769060401881124924</id><published>2009-07-15T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:52:27.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If life is always right, then that wouldn't life?&lt;br /&gt;Only comfort i can find it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-6769060401881124924?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/6769060401881124924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=6769060401881124924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6769060401881124924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6769060401881124924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-life-is-always-right-then-that.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-3070838674989612394</id><published>2009-07-14T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:29:21.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reality check.&lt;br /&gt;For geog, i'm smoking thg with my secondary knowledge and my complacently. Too bad, i've been stripped off the A grade band. From my A1 in O's, to what grade in A's? I've decided to put in more than i can for it. Not going to settle with just a mere pass, or a grade C.&lt;br /&gt;For the rest, i'll rather not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that the stress is getting into most of my counterparts. All fervently cramming words, holding up pens scribbling. Revision plans all set. Yes, the race has started, but how long can it last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i'll get a glimspe of the faint light floating there, right there. It's within reach, but much have to be done, to get my hands on that. At desperate times, i'll run, heavily, struggle with every passing step. Just to reach the end. Then sometimes it'll be breakdowns. No light, it just goes out and i'll lay myself on the shapeless nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope the light never dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things are cleared. But, my feelings, i can't vouch for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it's the gulit that lingers around here. Is it just gulit, or more than that?&lt;br /&gt;I still think that there're much better flowers out there, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-3070838674989612394?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/3070838674989612394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=3070838674989612394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/3070838674989612394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/3070838674989612394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/reality-check.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-1025778556670199171</id><published>2009-07-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:50:53.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's such a bitch, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All screwed up. In all possible ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-1025778556670199171?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1025778556670199171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1025778556670199171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1025778556670199171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1025778556670199171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/lifes-such-bitch-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-1416607897307579986</id><published>2009-07-09T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:20:55.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, so things are back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;There's a theory (according to vicky),&lt;br /&gt;things will just go wrong if they're meant to go wrong, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I find it true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings currently are all screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;And the workload is really piling up.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my revision schedule all planned out,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll abide by it.&lt;br /&gt;And pls pls. 70 points at least for prelims.&lt;br /&gt;Freak, in 5 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;Mid years are over,&lt;br /&gt;i knew i can't count on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a toast to life,&lt;br /&gt;for the experiences of all senses and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't mentioned something in a really long while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;life's not life without some spice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-1416607897307579986?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1416607897307579986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1416607897307579986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1416607897307579986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1416607897307579986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah-so-things-are-back-to-square-one.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-1503098131801972697</id><published>2009-07-08T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:45:06.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YAY, i'm done with maths common test! :) however badly i've done, it's over! guess the hope lies in prelims, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And yes, the last few days were spent(sadly, not that productive) with gp and maths. In the midst of all the studying, there was much thoughts and emotions coming strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SlSWsbz42zI/AAAAAAAABEw/kDIUZ0FPUII/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356071546974165810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SlSWsbz42zI/AAAAAAAABEw/kDIUZ0FPUII/s320/082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SlSWsEp7H4I/AAAAAAAABEo/DhLqk2D1B_g/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356071540758355842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SlSWsEp7H4I/AAAAAAAABEo/DhLqk2D1B_g/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's been a about a year since CDAYL. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;F3 had a picnic at the hortpark, which was really pretty and pity, since it rained and attendance wasn't that great. Nevertheless, things were still at a high level mode :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356071553767710274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SlSWs1HmHkI/AAAAAAAABE4/EUWZqEGkw-M/s320/212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a scene from yunnan, it reflects life a little, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356071562290050882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SlSWtU3et0I/AAAAAAAABFI/2JwhkCoMgto/s320/DSCF3390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356071556975984210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SlSWtBEgflI/AAAAAAAABFA/kelVQcmdGWY/s320/NewZealandtrip203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And new zealand, most unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Contrasting the new trips i've been, it really brings out how fortunate people are, and how much&lt;/span&gt; they don't appreciate things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The school i visited in yunnan, those children there, had to cram in that freaking tiny bed together with their books and friends. with toliets that were never washed, that had no doors. some with loved ones lost. their study desks stacked up with books, all ready for lessons. had to walked probably one whole day just to go home and collect the school fees, some reaching home to only to recieve bad news.. They had the harshest conditions, but they were filled with drive for life, for learning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And here i am, going on the wonderful new zealand trip, spending more than i could afford, eating the most filling and nurtirous meals, visiting places so leisurely, and taking learning slow. Man, how fortunate i am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to travel around the world, and hold out my hands to those who need them. yes i will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;came across a saying from one of my friends, leon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time flows, things goes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;oh yes, indeed so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10 years down, i might just pass by someone close now, and not say hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But, friendships forged down, F3, MG, PAM and so much more.. No, i don't want to ever pass them as strangers. Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I want to grow up and sit down, talk about life together, giving blessings at each others' wedding, watching our children grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to become old and still say, hey there my friend, remember those old times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it's just all too unbearable to watch things go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;next. &lt;strong&gt;hypocrispy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i guess all of us are, at some point, a hypocrite. I'll love to think that i'm not too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Even, entertaining people, just not to make things so plain, isn't that fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All of us puts on false fronts. But lately, all these are getting onto me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I realised, i can't pretend, i can't stand all these shit fronts that people takes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then, i'll see the sad side and empthasize with them. Then i'll be all mixed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;See my point, at every point, i'm confused. Always. &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/706196662362210970-1503098131801972697?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1503098131801972697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1503098131801972697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1503098131801972697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1503098131801972697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-im-done-with-maths-common-test.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SlSWsbz42zI/AAAAAAAABEw/kDIUZ0FPUII/s72-c/082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-5644100063785974499</id><published>2009-07-04T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:20:45.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sk8sxsxT4KI/AAAAAAAABEQ/ZmV9WNWbLXg/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sk8sxsxT4KI/AAAAAAAABEQ/ZmV9WNWbLXg/s320/DSC01122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354547714310004898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peekaboo! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5644100063785974499?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5644100063785974499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5644100063785974499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5644100063785974499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5644100063785974499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/peekaboo-d.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sk8sxsxT4KI/AAAAAAAABEQ/ZmV9WNWbLXg/s72-c/DSC01122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-7739395133406899185</id><published>2009-07-04T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:10:15.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay, new skin. :)&lt;br /&gt;technology sucks btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7739395133406899185?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/7739395133406899185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=7739395133406899185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7739395133406899185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7739395133406899185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-5669630550980673307</id><published>2009-07-03T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:18:33.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You are Yellow!&lt;/span&gt; You are a bright, happy person. You probably like peace and harmony, and just wish that everyone could be as simply joyful as you are. You love to spend time with your friends, and are probably the optimist in the group. Not to say that you're sickeningly happy all the time, you just tend to have a positive outlook on life. You have a bright, pleasant personality that draws people to you. You can light up a whole room! You sometimes get stepped on by reds, not because you can't defend yourself, but because you prefer not to. You just don't want to disrupt the peace. Your friends go to you when they need someone to encourage them or to help them look on the bright side. You can also be very insightful; you have a way of seeing the world differently, more perceptively, than most people. At the same time, however, you can be a little...well, you live in your own little world. Just like yellow can go with most colors, you can get along with most people - as long as they can stand your optimism! You, in a nutshell: Happy, peace-loving, bright, insightful, optimistic, supportive, loving, compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what nice compliments from FB. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5669630550980673307?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5669630550980673307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5669630550980673307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5669630550980673307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5669630550980673307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-yellow-you-are-bright-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-9211329011683776755</id><published>2009-07-03T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:07:53.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freakshit.&lt;br /&gt;this thing is getting nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i don't have the courage to even feel the path.&lt;br /&gt;but, waters are clearing up.&lt;br /&gt;plain and clear.&lt;br /&gt;i see what i wants.&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;except,&lt;br /&gt;i don't see my feelings coming thg.&lt;br /&gt;i've been swimming,&lt;br /&gt;trying to find the right fish.&lt;br /&gt;but, but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want this to stay hanging.&lt;br /&gt;then, i'll take back my words.&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid of the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-9211329011683776755?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/9211329011683776755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=9211329011683776755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/9211329011683776755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/9211329011683776755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/freakshit.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-4364804185953273063</id><published>2009-07-03T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:48:00.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SkzjjYgwmRI/AAAAAAAABCk/m16b-ge9KHk/s1600-h/P1050033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353904254051457298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SkzjjYgwmRI/AAAAAAAABCk/m16b-ge9KHk/s200/P1050033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joey's birthday surprise was a total success. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;last h2 paper was just over.  YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i need some retail therapy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-4364804185953273063?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/4364804185953273063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=4364804185953273063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4364804185953273063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4364804185953273063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/joeys-birthday-surprise-was-total.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SkzjjYgwmRI/AAAAAAAABCk/m16b-ge9KHk/s72-c/P1050033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-744265005573833814</id><published>2009-07-02T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:34:30.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, i'm in midst of mugging really hard for tml geog paper,&lt;br /&gt;but i was disrupted by a influx of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recieved an sms just now, from shawn.&lt;br /&gt;a strong force coming from joey right now.&lt;br /&gt;that stupid boy, calling to disturb.&lt;br /&gt;that silly girl, all the hardships we've survived thg tht.&lt;br /&gt;but, life would be really stupid without them. :)&lt;br /&gt;just a simple message of thanks, of appreciation..&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't exchange it for anything else, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;material things cannot be compared,&lt;br /&gt;to all the bonds forged.&lt;br /&gt;they're more than just gifts, more than just ties that bind us all.&lt;br /&gt;they're already a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's what real friendships are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the remnants of F3,&lt;br /&gt;they're just who they're.&lt;br /&gt;we're just another group of ppl, coming tgt to be facilitors.&lt;br /&gt;but, but..&lt;br /&gt;all the outings, all the conference calls, all the stayovers..&lt;br /&gt;everything, after a year?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, others might think,&lt;br /&gt;it's really senseless, this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;still,&lt;br /&gt;i love them with all my life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-744265005573833814?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/744265005573833814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=744265005573833814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/744265005573833814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/744265005573833814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/07/haha-im-in-midst-of-mugging-really-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-6036602995822985966</id><published>2009-06-29T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:12:56.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SkesfFxZHaI/AAAAAAAABCU/D00Z5ns2i5Y/s1600-h/P1040875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352436332278390178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SkesfFxZHaI/AAAAAAAABCU/D00Z5ns2i5Y/s200/P1040875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SkesewGKLOI/AAAAAAAABCM/-Vz6bKzxUHA/s1600-h/P1040912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352436326459911394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SkesewGKLOI/AAAAAAAABCM/-Vz6bKzxUHA/s200/P1040912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Skeq7rzo93I/AAAAAAAABCE/z1CqNrOxXug/s1600-h/P1040905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352434624501446514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Skeq7rzo93I/AAAAAAAABCE/z1CqNrOxXug/s200/P1040905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Skeq7DCiWTI/AAAAAAAABB8/G9KFJ7FptGQ/s1600-h/P1040932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352434613558073650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Skeq7DCiWTI/AAAAAAAABB8/G9KFJ7FptGQ/s200/P1040932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ABOVE, zhepeng's next-of-kins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he lives in the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Skeq6_Oyn8I/AAAAAAAABB0/amYbxW2vwiA/s1600-h/P1040962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352434612535730114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Skeq6_Oyn8I/AAAAAAAABB0/amYbxW2vwiA/s200/P1040962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Skeq6oyekRI/AAAAAAAABBs/RuJbEu_Cecg/s1600-h/P1040972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352434606511395090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Skeq6oyekRI/AAAAAAAABBs/RuJbEu_Cecg/s200/P1040972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352436340511388962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SkesfkcStSI/AAAAAAAABCc/6K0fXttWE9w/s200/P1050026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i've just went in to the toliet, and puked up the sushi from friday. It was totally grossed omg. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the life before the puke and after is woah, changed. aft was like, woooaaahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for a moment, it was like, I've got the virus. Desperate times like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yup, so it's offically monday. No extension. Papers to survive thg. Everything's set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last day of holidays just bade goodbye. That sounds calm huh, but what to do? It's called firmness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah, so right. I'll going to embrace reality. That's fighting towards nov, with injections of fun here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No normal person can go on straight for 4 months with those books, and i consider myself perfectly normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL ACE IT!           hopefully :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-6036602995822985966?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/6036602995822985966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=6036602995822985966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6036602995822985966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6036602995822985966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/06/above-zhepengs-next-of-kins.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SkesfFxZHaI/AAAAAAAABCU/D00Z5ns2i5Y/s72-c/P1040875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-3766878936416306946</id><published>2009-06-27T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T01:48:14.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>redbull, large iced brewed coffee with tons of sugar syrup.&lt;br /&gt;caffine, sugar.&lt;br /&gt;sugar rush?&lt;br /&gt;mentally, i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;physically, i'll love a midnight run.&lt;br /&gt;too bad, no guts. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, people, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is others' perception of you part of your identity?&lt;br /&gt;if it's that, then, wouldn't be identity no longer a personal thing?&lt;br /&gt;identity, all that that's belong to you. you and just you.&lt;br /&gt;others' views of you, that's you? Your identity?&lt;br /&gt;i guess .. more of a mask you put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how others see you, then how you behave.&lt;br /&gt;letting it shape your mask.&lt;br /&gt;that label you've pasted onto you,&lt;br /&gt;gradually, into you ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't discard this,&lt;br /&gt;can't dissolve this air ard you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it's all false now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's that.&lt;br /&gt;you only have you to hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the wrong route seems right sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be right,&lt;br /&gt;if you take the first step to the seemingly wrong route.&lt;br /&gt;but, how many dare to?&lt;br /&gt;for a start, i've got too much of shit cowardice to even feel the path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-3766878936416306946?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/3766878936416306946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=3766878936416306946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/3766878936416306946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/3766878936416306946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/06/redbull-large-iced-brewed-coffee-with.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-8182043289453923124</id><published>2009-06-22T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:02:22.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no extended hols.&lt;br /&gt;bad news, really bad news.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-8182043289453923124?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/8182043289453923124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=8182043289453923124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/8182043289453923124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/8182043289453923124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-extended-hols.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-6328003989948184244</id><published>2009-06-20T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:47:54.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>little randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I NEED THE HOLS TO BE EXTENDED, REALLY. THE VIRUS IS SPREADING LIKE WILDFIRE, DONT YOU SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 LIT IS CRAZING ME CRAZY. MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 SO IS A'S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 SO IS THE FINANICAL INSTABLITY I'M GOING THG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 ALL IN ALL, I HATE MY JC2 LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 RANK POINTS FOR COMMON TESTS : 65.&lt;br /&gt;      PLEASEEEEEEEE. JUST A 65 FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A LIFE, SERIOUSLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-6328003989948184244?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/6328003989948184244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=6328003989948184244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6328003989948184244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6328003989948184244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-randomness.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-1792916023617285939</id><published>2009-06-20T11:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:30:49.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been too lazy and too busy since the start of the holidays, to come in here and write. This is the third week of the holidays, and next week will be the last. After that, school will be hell. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Already in the first week of school, common tests are scheduled, day after day. Following that is the maths common test, one of the most dreadful test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These three weeks had been spent rather fruitfully, i guess. The first two was lessons and make-ups, though it was rather hard to have full concentration, esp econs. Then there's the tkd camp, a rather enjoyable camp, filled with much disagreements, quarrels, trainings, but fun too. :) Quite a number of seniors came back, suprisingly, some even from 6 years ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These three weeks, i think, had been a well-managed period of time, with consistent revision interjected with gatherings and fun times! Some of us had been/is on an intensive self-studying program, great time catching up on the lectures and tutorials we've been skipping. Great studying partners, F3 (shawn who's been intensively studying), and vicky, joey! :) The sad truth after all the self-denial, the work left to be done is intensively piling up, with the gradual loss of concentration and the amt of time left!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Casting work aside, there's always playtimes. Going to railmall and the meadow nearby with brothers, dinner and catching up with pri-sch mates, sec sch mates, the ongoing seemingly endless birthday celebrations..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With that, the holidays had been passing by really quickly, and the end of it drawing nearer. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ohwell, all these will pass in no time, hopefully, the thought of going to the uni is kind of exciting :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sjxbzlk5kvI/AAAAAAAABBk/4oUUZH3_5Rs/s1600-h/P1040802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349251399227642610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sjxbzlk5kvI/AAAAAAAABBk/4oUUZH3_5Rs/s200/P1040802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349249253027013682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SjxZ2qWy5DI/AAAAAAAABA8/tO3deQ-tbAI/s200/P1040587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SjxZ2H_QFWI/AAAAAAAABAs/ilxfeK1gZyI/s1600-h/P1040816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349249243801458018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SjxZ2H_QFWI/AAAAAAAABAs/ilxfeK1gZyI/s200/P1040816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SjxZ1uO0-BI/AAAAAAAABAk/waTE2RJnK54/s1600-h/P1040819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349249236887468050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SjxUrKMscNI/AAAAAAAABAU/KHUwpFBXrec/s200/4605_85899053533_825268533_1816467_4282148_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SjxUrAnRjoI/AAAAAAAABAM/_FI_lBPy_IA/s1600-h/4605_85898848533_825268533_1816429_4800717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349243555285143170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SjxUrAnRjoI/AAAAAAAABAM/_FI_lBPy_IA/s200/4605_85898848533_825268533_1816429_4800717_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SjxUq2ooThI/AAAAAAAABAE/5t-rrOM47iE/s1600-h/4605_85898823533_825268533_1816424_1780223_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349243552606473746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SjxUq2ooThI/AAAAAAAABAE/5t-rrOM47iE/s200/4605_85898823533_825268533_1816424_1780223_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349249249590807650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SjxZ2djijGI/AAAAAAAABA0/Qbaw3ExVYuE/s200/P1040848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349250362696991346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sjxa3QMvAnI/AAAAAAAABBM/Y0mQPay1BqA/s200/P1040846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349250369826507730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sjxa3qwiy9I/AAAAAAAABBU/4VNoGP_Cvs8/s200/P1000238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to travel around the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to go on mission trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to walk down the streets with my head held high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to hold his hands till goodbyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to grow old and I'm going to look back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and say that i've made it all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-1792916023617285939?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1792916023617285939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1792916023617285939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1792916023617285939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1792916023617285939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-too-lazy-and-too-busy-since.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sjxbzlk5kvI/AAAAAAAABBk/4oUUZH3_5Rs/s72-c/P1040802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-9130121300751068828</id><published>2009-05-30T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:08:00.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SiFT1cw6NmI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zaFb2D9-0YU/s1600-h/n606223861_1937484_5668637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341642810757625442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SiFT1cw6NmI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zaFb2D9-0YU/s200/n606223861_1937484_5668637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SiFT1P5j8vI/AAAAAAAAA_s/1i2nu1XGMUs/s1600-h/n525155141_7178039_7872481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341642807304254194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SiFT1P5j8vI/AAAAAAAAA_s/1i2nu1XGMUs/s200/n525155141_7178039_7872481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SiFT040vxDI/AAAAAAAAA_k/b1gUHjPAYc8/s1600-h/n525155141_7178007_4319424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341642801110041650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SiFT040vxDI/AAAAAAAAA_k/b1gUHjPAYc8/s200/n525155141_7178007_4319424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SiFT0_7qE0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/EVrFP6hiTbI/s1600-h/n525155141_7178006_2905792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341642803018076994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SiFT0_7qE0I/AAAAAAAAA_c/EVrFP6hiTbI/s200/n525155141_7178006_2905792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pal Jang Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a busy day out, from in the morning, going to sch for tkd meetings and interviews, to the afternoon, having tuition, to in the night celebrating jiamin's birthday at the hard rock cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;woah, sure it was tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It felt kind of weird not training in the sat mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;College life is a little too short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But i would want it to end soon, then i'll burn all my notes, goodnessssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes you dont know whether you've made the correct choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you say you've drifted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is there even something to drift away from in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or, you feel sick of the mask you've been clinging on to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not letting it go, cause it'll just clear up the muddy waters,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then everything will be plain and clear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lastly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HAMSTER, BENNY, MELISSA, JIAMIN. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;four babies on the same day, cool man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-9130121300751068828?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/9130121300751068828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=9130121300751068828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/9130121300751068828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/9130121300751068828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/05/pal-jang-team-it-was-busy-day-out-from.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SiFT1cw6NmI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zaFb2D9-0YU/s72-c/n606223861_1937484_5668637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-7270633348380483323</id><published>2009-05-29T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:21:06.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was that near from getting into semi-finals.&lt;br /&gt;we were that near from winning.&lt;br /&gt;everything that near, so close from medals.&lt;br /&gt;we tried, but not hard enough i guess.&lt;br /&gt;it's one time that i really wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;at least for team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;high hopes come crashing that hard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the efforts, the days where we stayed back.&lt;br /&gt;does that amount to nothing?&lt;br /&gt;i was really counting on us to win.&lt;br /&gt;before going in, we were perfect.&lt;br /&gt;while in the arena ..&lt;br /&gt;damn. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that everything is over,&lt;br /&gt;there's no more excuses.&lt;br /&gt;no more i'm tired, i need to train.&lt;br /&gt;no more trainings.&lt;br /&gt;this competition&lt;br /&gt;good in a way, it bonded the pal jang team.&lt;br /&gt;but after all this, i'm starting to miss training already.&lt;br /&gt;yeah it might be some losers' club in people's eyes,&lt;br /&gt;but i never regret joining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems different today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7270633348380483323?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-706196662362210970.post-7209629745770612533</id><published>2009-05-25T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:42:11.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah training ended late today.&lt;br /&gt;and i really feel like sleeping, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating coffee chocos does help, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;esp when you're staying up late trying to cram words into your brain.&lt;br /&gt;i foresee more of caffine in the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bed,&lt;br /&gt;but it's only monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one good thing,&lt;br /&gt;this is the first year i succeeded in making rice dumplings myself.&lt;br /&gt;yay, and it turned out fine.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i think everyone should not be lazy and heat up your food before eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hols are coming,&lt;br /&gt;first two weeks, remedials.&lt;br /&gt;last two weeks, mug for block tests.&lt;br /&gt;holidays are already gone!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tournament this thurs,&lt;br /&gt;really excited, but i'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;no strength, use more force. but i've tried alr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes a lot to build up a friendship,&lt;br /&gt;it's not easy to keep it going strong, throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;and it takes that little to tear all apart.&lt;br /&gt;have faith in friendships?&lt;br /&gt;that's something to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;i've got no answer to it, despite all these months.&lt;br /&gt;and relationships, that's something even deeper.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's like, this is the a levels year, no no.&lt;br /&gt;but, i don't know, somethings, really depends on time.&lt;br /&gt;the right time and all.&lt;br /&gt;i do believe in fate.&lt;br /&gt;if you're fated, you'll just end up together after going in circles,&lt;br /&gt;after years, after everything, after all the confusion.&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm really having mixed feelings about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, reality hits, A's are really coming fast.&lt;br /&gt;no time to waste, let's all hit the books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7209629745770612533?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/7209629745770612533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=7209629745770612533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7209629745770612533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-706196662362210970.post-5986902285068438166</id><published>2009-05-21T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:46:12.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>attended some useful talk this afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;economy and it's depressing situation.&lt;br /&gt;fel read my palm.&lt;br /&gt;i'll have one fling, two real love relationships.&lt;br /&gt;one of which i'll be deeply into it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;recently i've been seeing lots of couples getting together,&lt;br /&gt;and a lot breaking up, or some rocky ones.&lt;br /&gt;affairs of the heart never fails to hurt, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boat stays far out in the open sea.&lt;br /&gt;when the tide is low, it floats there, sliently, on its own,&lt;br /&gt;never bothering anyone else, the rest of the boats.&lt;br /&gt;when the waves hit high, it comes knocking,&lt;br /&gt;into the cluster of boats that had gathered,&lt;br /&gt;taking one made of the same wood,&lt;br /&gt;and goes the two boats back into the open sea, again.&lt;br /&gt;there's one boat left standing, and the winds come raging.&lt;br /&gt;and that boat starts going, going where the waters take it.&lt;br /&gt;that boat, its body, its wood, no one has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think insensitive people are most intolerant.&lt;br /&gt;they go and come as they like,&lt;br /&gt;but what about people's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;i'm exterme, my views stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;like, okay, hate. and it remains.&lt;br /&gt;i show what i think, no mask.&lt;br /&gt;hypocrites, i can't reach the level where i can show superfical expressions.&lt;br /&gt;making use of, like a toy.&lt;br /&gt;people shouldn't do that, really.&lt;br /&gt;how much it hurts, do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i really wish i could be in new zealand,&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to think, relationships, academic ..&lt;br /&gt;sitting on the bus, playing in the snow, standing in the icy river,&lt;br /&gt;freezing chocolate bars by the window.&lt;br /&gt;nature.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh. i reallll realllly miss new zealand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5986902285068438166?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5986902285068438166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5986902285068438166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5986902285068438166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5986902285068438166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/05/attended-some-useful-talk-this.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-7647092755228673885</id><published>2009-05-17T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:45:27.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>warm sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;avoiding books and all.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bed, i'm going to miss it even more next week.&lt;br /&gt;argh, it's a whole new week, all packed.&lt;br /&gt;i foresee a bad week.&lt;br /&gt;remedials, trainings, tuition, assignments.&lt;br /&gt;lit, 3-pages essay, analyse of story.&lt;br /&gt;maths test, i'm dreading it the most.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be another disappointing test.&lt;br /&gt;i've done my part, but somehow it just doesn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;And talent time, going for it, or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, even before the week starts,&lt;br /&gt;i'm having negative preceptions of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foreshadowing of the months to come.&lt;br /&gt;all for the 2 weeks in nov.&lt;br /&gt;once again, break it or make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i regret taking this path? would i eventually, next year with my results in hand? And, a wrong choice to take the arts? all the memorising, analysing, reading into everything and anything. doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm already halfway through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang on there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7647092755228673885?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/7647092755228673885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=7647092755228673885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7647092755228673885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7647092755228673885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/05/warm-sunday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-8488127488582571628</id><published>2009-05-15T21:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:59:53.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M EIGHTEEN ALREADY! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 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HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sg1r5aNTueI/AAAAAAAAA38/qggzUrEt3mY/s200/3270_1091452658068_1579054088_197057_392719_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-8488127488582571628?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/8488127488582571628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=8488127488582571628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/8488127488582571628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/8488127488582571628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-eighteen-already.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sg1ziSfN9WI/AAAAAAAAA_U/-a3oF4gi704/s72-c/3321_91531333448_626943448_1709416_6283490_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-7434734661180106488</id><published>2009-05-15T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:18:08.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah, i haven't been in here for a very very long time, and it feels kind of good to get down to writing a post after much nagging form Vicky. :) I can't really recall things that happened in the past two weeks or so, except for school. It seems like everyday is just training, tutorials, lectures, schoolwork, not-much-sleep .. My life for the past two weeks had been a really sad and tiring one. No life! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my absence, I've grew one year older, and officially 18! It might be a little too late, but still a big thankyou to everyone who wished me and merrygang, familythree, queenstown ppl and lastly MABELLINE MY TWIN! :) It was a wonderful day turning 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had a break from everything and ran to Penang for three days. Saw many things about the place, good and bad. It's much more undeveloped compared to Singapore, but at least there're still some form of natural greenery there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just met up with Tricia and JiaXin, at least our eight years friendship is still going strong! YAY! This meet up brings back a lot of memories, the old buses with no air-con, the route to school that i no longer take, those young radin-mas-ians that we used to be and so much more .. Growing up isn't a bad thing, but staying young is still so much better. I realised in coping with my current life, i've been neglecting alot of ppl around me. There's so much to catch up, so much about the happenings that i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 18 sounds like a grown-up. This particular year is indeed a significant one. Since my birthday, i've felt the effects already. Alevels, stress, issues that i once didn't have to think about. Whatever is it, Alevels is going to be placed as top priority. Everyone is starting to feel the stress already i guess, especially after today, after getting the progress report. I'm nowhere to even getting into a private university, let alone getting into NUS. At some point of time, i just wished that i had accepted reality las year and just go into the poly. Ohwell, since i'm already more than halfway to the finishing line, with the examination fees paid, i had better wake up and start to get serious. It's either or break it, for all of us. And i have to make it, and not disappointing myself and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just six more months.&lt;br /&gt;Six more months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7434734661180106488?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/7434734661180106488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=7434734661180106488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7434734661180106488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7434734661180106488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/05/woah-i-havent-been-in-here-for-very.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-787474486346010954</id><published>2009-04-25T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:34:00.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woah, i haven touch my com for such a long time. Been a little lazy recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was a great day. Goldfish and i had an adventure, to somewhere located nowhere. HAHA, it was a lesson learned. Anw, i had a really great talk with her. YAY! Then dinner with Ana and Audrey was very nice! nice food nice accompany! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was another stayover at joey's again, a very sudden deicision. But it was very productive! Now i feel weird not staying over. I really love those guys man, seriously :) laughter to sorrowful days :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then there was investiture of the 29th batch of student councilsors and cabinet. I was so proud to see some of the J1s going up there, and be invested. :) yay, i think i'll really miss jj after this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328616353974624178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SfMMV3r-n7I/AAAAAAAAA3M/g9C7QCV0yRA/s200/3087_94430918017_703018017_2457712_6036726_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;howsun, the great :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328616353795206146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SfMMV3BM7AI/AAAAAAAAA3U/-ycJkXnfDw8/s200/3087_91750803017_703018017_2411656_2097067_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;THOSE WERE THE DAYS :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ohmy, i miss queenstown terribly. I came across pictures that suane tagged, and saw the parade square where everything happens, and the big big letters QUEENSTOWN printed across the tiles. The assembly area everyday, listening to long speechs by the principle and the giving out of cookies everyday! I still remember who everyone was wishing that their names wouldn't be called. haha! And sports leader, the chalet that we had, the courses we had :) memories indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328616475743931730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SfMMc9UCzVI/AAAAAAAAA30/5qM1P3V_BGg/s200/starfish+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328616363095008370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SfMMWZqcpHI/AAAAAAAAA3s/mnc_UTaFnO4/s200/starfish1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;STARFISH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328616357462877266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SfMMWErpJFI/AAAAAAAAA3k/PEYgcu-s8NU/s200/sports+leader.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;ERIN AND I CRAMMED IN WITH THEM :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a extermely old photo, us in primary 4? Years years old man, omg! HAHA, radin mas was a very very great school, great childhood days :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328616360235261442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SfMMWPAoXgI/AAAAAAAAA3c/KU7fg_bZCyo/s200/2823_185757060297_745415297_6769524_6062138_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life hasn't been that great. Books. Lectures. Tests. Remedials. Revision. Training. Irritation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But still, there were better days. Guess once you're numbed, everything's fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-787474486346010954?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/787474486346010954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=787474486346010954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/787474486346010954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/787474486346010954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/04/woah-i-haven-touch-my-com-for-such-long.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SfMMV3r-n7I/AAAAAAAAA3M/g9C7QCV0yRA/s72-c/3087_94430918017_703018017_2457712_6036726_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-3006169588619207780</id><published>2009-04-12T10:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:55:14.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh, school's starting tmr again :( &lt;div&gt;Tue, econs and maths test. and US program for maths. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wed, gp test. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now on to some happy things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323630617181316066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SeFV1yx8Y-I/AAAAAAAAA3E/34nKDK09GNk/s200/2841_69893947321_703652321_1712253_8055958_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Had dinner with F3 on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. wonderful one. &lt;div&gt;I love them so so much :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, 5 of us followed joey and shawn, her brother home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then friday, after lunch, her house was transformed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey's School Of Music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piano, Electric Piano, Guitars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was just playing, and trying to figure out the correct keys to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esp shawn and hooi kim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so everyone was playing the same piece over and over again. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great stayover. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People do change. As much as they are close friends of yours, they change too. They don't behave like how they used to. They feel strange to you. And maybe you're like that to them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How strange is life. You can be so close to someone, and yet drift so far apart in the next moment. Ohwell, i guess that's life. Partings are a big part of us. Get used to saying bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-3006169588619207780?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/3006169588619207780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=3006169588619207780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/3006169588619207780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/3006169588619207780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/04/argh-schools-starting-tmr-again-tue.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SeFV1yx8Y-I/AAAAAAAAA3E/34nKDK09GNk/s72-c/2841_69893947321_703652321_1712253_8055958_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-3302705623031968714</id><published>2009-04-07T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:32:27.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when you made up your mind, you gave it one more, one last thought. And you think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;You feel frustrated. Detached. Confused. Is this what you want? To remain this way, or just accept things. No, i don't know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;Too afraid to try? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Reality hits hard, too hard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a white bagpack.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-3302705623031968714?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/3302705623031968714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=3302705623031968714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/3302705623031968714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/3302705623031968714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-when-you-made-up-your-mind-you.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-1637458511717067212</id><published>2009-04-05T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:23:35.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah, grading is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;Well, having a big group of 80ppl has its cons.&lt;br /&gt;cons outweighting its pros.&lt;br /&gt;you dont know half of the ppl.&lt;br /&gt;everything is getting done so so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;takes up time and space.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i can't find a bagpack today.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i want one now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-1637458511717067212?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1637458511717067212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1637458511717067212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1637458511717067212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1637458511717067212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/04/woah-grading-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-5155164029132152338</id><published>2009-04-04T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:04:42.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah, the last two weeks was pretty much eventful. So much so that i haven't had the time visit this blog of mine! Haha, actually i was too lazy to even use the com, all i want was to lie down and sleep. The reason why i've finally decided to write somethings here is because of vicky. HAHA. She complained that i'm wasting her time, so i HAVE to help her to not waste her time :) But, i still love you okay vicky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, here's the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few of us finally gave ivy her very belated birthday gift yst, and we went specially to her workplace! YAY. And i was walking ard, trying to search for a bagpack. And yay again, i found it! :)&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood donation day. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I actually went to donate, which can be considered illegal, since i'm not yet 18 and my mum didn't really say yes. Ohwell, it turned out fine. I didn't faint or what surprisingly. Except that i was so frightened before the donation, so so frightened. I'm not that fond of needles. But it wasn't that painful afterall, and i got a pink bandage :) And it felt really good to be able to do a good deed, it's like, you never know when you'll need blood. When i came out, everyone was like, huh you donated you look so white la. Hello, i'm strong okay! HAHA! Poor vicky and joey couldn't donate, its okay, there's always the next time! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdciDZSBGFI/AAAAAAAAA2s/2gB7crptAfk/s1600-h/vicky%27s_stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320758926482937938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdciDZSBGFI/AAAAAAAAA2s/2gB7crptAfk/s200/vicky%27s_stuff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And MG(full attendance) went for Confessions Of A Shopaholic. Yay, it was a great movie, totally comical and yet touching :) what a sweet love. Oh, and we were being such bad girls and smuggled lots of food in. And we finish all of it before the movie starts omg la seriously! haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdciDYCVfHI/AAAAAAAAA2k/i2vGHiBZ3HY/s1600-h/2606_1127676390553_1186474201_389977_310257_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320758926148729970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdciDYCVfHI/AAAAAAAAA2k/i2vGHiBZ3HY/s200/2606_1127676390553_1186474201_389977_310257_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdchhzpdWiI/AAAAAAAAA2c/m5mtyYLGP4E/s1600-h/2606_1127676430554_1186474201_389978_5399870_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320758349445028386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdchhzpdWiI/AAAAAAAAA2c/m5mtyYLGP4E/s200/2606_1127676430554_1186474201_389978_5399870_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sdchh4HERXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/8RIQt0YTogk/s1600-h/2606_1127674590508_1186474201_389969_3439315_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320758350642955634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sdchh4HERXI/AAAAAAAAA2U/8RIQt0YTogk/s200/2606_1127674590508_1186474201_389969_3439315_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sdchh28dYWI/AAAAAAAAA2M/n8Us4l0BZIo/s1600-h/2606_1127672230449_1186474201_389959_2695643_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320758350330028386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sdchh28dYWI/AAAAAAAAA2M/n8Us4l0BZIo/s200/2606_1127672230449_1186474201_389959_2695643_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdchhnZz3UI/AAAAAAAAA2E/v7_XLtmjH-c/s1600-h/2606_1127665150272_1186474201_389939_324124_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320758346158169410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdchhnZz3UI/AAAAAAAAA2E/v7_XLtmjH-c/s200/2606_1127665150272_1186474201_389939_324124_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sdchho9c0hI/AAAAAAAAA18/M6GtgKFsLGM/s1600-h/2606_1127658910116_1186474201_389923_5408419_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320758346576089618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sdchho9c0hI/AAAAAAAAA18/M6GtgKFsLGM/s200/2606_1127658910116_1186474201_389923_5408419_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And on Friday last week, the three of us went Railmall. :) We had yummy prata for lunch, went to explore the place(it was my first time there), went for pictures at the train track, and went to an empty big field. And omg, the train came while we were taking pictures, soo exciting! :) YAY, it's a really nice place, esp the big field with the sun setting, and everyone should visit it once! Yay, it was a very happy day! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we had a nice talk together, which really help to lighten up my mood :) Thank you dears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdcgnEPUe8I/AAAAAAAAA1s/PP2J3RtUS6M/s1600-h/n672180559_2761020_6416763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320757340286516162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdcgnEPUe8I/AAAAAAAAA1s/PP2J3RtUS6M/s200/n672180559_2761020_6416763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdcgY2LUKOI/AAAAAAAAA1k/BK69R1-jWas/s1600-h/n672180559_2761005_6465729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320757095993452770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdcgY2LUKOI/AAAAAAAAA1k/BK69R1-jWas/s200/n672180559_2761005_6465729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320759381543811522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sdcid4g--cI/AAAAAAAAA28/GOavJMFza3E/s200/n672180559_2761027_7328252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdcgY6mg2iI/AAAAAAAAA1U/a5eI6NNw4dg/s1600-h/n672180559_2760995_1163987.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And Tues last week was, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FELICE BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;! YAY. she had plenty of presents and i'm sure she had a happy birthday! :) yay, i love you felice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anw we went eve's house for dinner due to our empty pockets, but it turns out great. I think we enjoyed it better at her ouse than anywhere else. And we cooked out dinner! Well, it was her maid actually. HAHA. After dinner we had a rock concert in her room and everyone was singing stupid songs :) YAY, it was another very happy day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;btw, eve's dog is sooo cute. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think money should really drop from the sky. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anw, i've been thinking. And i think it's true that when you dislike a person, you'll start noticing his or her mistakes faults and everything else. And everything will start to be negative, and the dislike will start to grow with it too. It's really sad, but that's human nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, differences really do tear people apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think judging others just by appearances, superfical interaction and rumors makes you superfical and shallow. I've learn to have a mind of my own, and not be influence by others' words, because you might just make the wrong move. Just because the person is not that popular, not that outstanding. Many times, when i know someone better, they are so different from all the descriptions from people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And sometimes when people stay slient, it doesn't really means that they're easy targets for bullying. They just don't see a point in fighting back, because it doesn't help, because it wouldn't make a difference, bacause there's no point to it already. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lastly, trying to be in somewhere you don't feel that you belong, is unbearable. So much that you'll start to be indifferent and go further apart. Because, you don't even belong in the first place, so why try?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;woah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Much more lighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sun still shines. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5155164029132152338?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5155164029132152338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5155164029132152338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5155164029132152338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5155164029132152338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/04/woah-last-two-weeks-was-pretty-much.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SdciDZSBGFI/AAAAAAAAA2s/2gB7crptAfk/s72-c/vicky%27s_stuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-7915555117007678025</id><published>2009-03-22T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:30:15.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i hate the flu. Your nose will be like a tap. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i think the National Geographical museum-shop in vivo is really cool. The antiques and pictures from all ard the world is so old and nice. :) and, there're plenty of candles with different flavours. yay, i like candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the hols have just ended. ohmy, and i'm dreading tml :(&lt;br /&gt;waking up so early and travelling so far a distances, and all the tests ..&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7915555117007678025?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/7915555117007678025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=7915555117007678025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7915555117007678025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7915555117007678025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-i-hate-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-4278633581743660808</id><published>2009-03-18T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:16:57.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/ScEIssTaauI/AAAAAAAAA1M/FNg72-e_Pbo/s1600-h/n620712872_2038057_1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314538599173745378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/ScEIssTaauI/AAAAAAAAA1M/FNg72-e_Pbo/s200/n620712872_2038057_1986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my F3 forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/ScEIrwpC6ZI/AAAAAAAAA1E/6_auOqQHmQM/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314538583158352274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/ScEIrwpC6ZI/AAAAAAAAA1E/6_auOqQHmQM/s200/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my linecamp 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/ScEIrWfmjpI/AAAAAAAAA08/484pb6PD7MQ/s1600-h/n641187582_1769972_930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314538576139423378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/ScEIrWfmjpI/AAAAAAAAA08/484pb6PD7MQ/s200/n641187582_1769972_930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Ocamp ogls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, crashed linecamp with few F3s and ogls on Tuesdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah, we said we wanted to study, but.. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We tried studying in sch, but couldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, anw, few of us went huiyan's house to cook herbal tea for the lgls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And came back to sch, went straight to help out in the kinetic warfare :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's my first time being a senior and gamer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a lot of fun, those primary school kids are sooo little and cute omg! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the games was clearing up, washing up and eating free dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then, LINENIGHT yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ohmy, they sang national day songs. (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ohwell, anw the atmosphere was really high, and low.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In all, it was fun la! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And felice brought us cheese tarts, and i bet she reallllly enjoyed herself yeah. hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really miss my linecamp last year alot omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It not really nice when you see your juniors having fun out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and here you're mugging like ever before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope A's will be over soon and then we can all go play in the camps wholeheartedly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The anti-climax thing is that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got two block tests coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time to mug :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anw, something really good happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the police called and said that they found my wallet, that i reported lost last year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-4278633581743660808?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/4278633581743660808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=4278633581743660808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4278633581743660808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4278633581743660808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-f3-forever-my-linecamp-1.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/ScEIssTaauI/AAAAAAAAA1M/FNg72-e_Pbo/s72-c/n620712872_2038057_1986.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-3738165461487605059</id><published>2009-03-15T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:50:23.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohmygod, i behave seductively and likes to flirt? yucks please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, i certainly do not like to be trapped in a dilemma, esp when it comes to using the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think two people meeting and then falling in love is very much dependent on fate. Prehaps more than half of the people in this world hasn't find and sadly, will not find their true love. Ohwell, but still, there're some who are made for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would gladly go to somewhere far away and live with my loved one, together with nature. That's what everyone wishes for. And wishes don't usually come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Affairs of the heart, not this year certainly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313424522657602386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sb0Tc53bG1I/AAAAAAAAA00/CpqgeCdL9dI/s200/DSCF3033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really miss New Zealand alot. There's nothing much to think about while we spent our time roaming about and enjoying the magnificent scenaries. Argh, i wish A's would come soon and go soon, then i can leave Singapore for a while, i wish. haha :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anw, the one week short holidays are here, and at least i get to sleep in a little more, yay :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-3738165461487605059?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/3738165461487605059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=3738165461487605059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/3738165461487605059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/3738165461487605059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-intelligent-honest-and-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/Sb0Tc53bG1I/AAAAAAAAA00/CpqgeCdL9dI/s72-c/DSCF3033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-8122926228933284576</id><published>2009-03-14T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:25:30.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmy the past week had been a very busy one and it flew past like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports meet took up most of my time, staying back till past 6 painting banners. Then we spent the whole of friday afternoon trying to settle deco things, and the stayover was pratically all about deco. And finally we get to rest, we found out that we can't, afterall. After sports meet, we've got another thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;But anw, sports meet was great! :) YAY, bikila is the best! Though cheering wasn't that good, but towards the end, i guess everyone did cheer. The runners were really superb. :) The remnants of merrygang had a merry and long lunch near school. We were beyond tired, and way past hunger. just mere hunger and tired is an understatement. i had no breakfast la! well anw, we had a pretty long 4 hrs chat. And, it wasn't a bitching-session kind of thing. Everything's about us, our life, a very much deep thinking and analytical chat. HAHA, we're all in arts taking literature. yeah, and i realised that i've been a little too submissive? a little too soft. don't really know how to say no. ohwell. and according to vicky, i speak before i think, and i'm as fast as anyone else. HAHA, thankyou goldfish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, today was a very mixed-feelings kind of day. Training in school. And we saw the linecamp prep camp going on. Joey, hooikim and i were sitting at the bench watching the facs doing their things. Some of them got scolded and were on the verge of tears, some of them were sick and still stayed on. And, their all our campers. I guess it's in our nature of ogls, and only ogl can understand this kind of this, we felt really upset when we see them like that! omg, we just sat there and kept watching them, saying how much they're suffering. HAHA, it's kind of silly, but uncontrollable. ohwell, jiayou all the ps and facs! :)&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went NUS open house. It was like a reality check. Business needs a AAA and a B for H1, FASS needs a BBC. Business is my goal, but hello, straight A's? and, they're like taking in 600 ppl. I was speechless. Like i'll ever make it. Dammit. I think i need to mug, the anxiety is killing me omg.&lt;br /&gt;Then, joey and i left first. We were talking on the way, how unbearable we're to leave this college. And the dependency we have on our friends. Going to the uni, to a totally diff environment, where most probably you will not find a close group of friends. MG, F3. Ppl just drift apart when they grow up, it's all inevitable. Maybe we'll just walk past each other and not acknowledge. Life's this right. But, the thought of leaving this college kind of hurt. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, i need to mug throughout this hols. There's like two block tests when sch reopens.&lt;br /&gt;For this seven plus months to A's, nothing matters more than books, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, i finally pass my first econs test :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the way nature works really sucks, there's no point in people meeting when they'll part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-8122926228933284576?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/8122926228933284576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=8122926228933284576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/8122926228933284576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/8122926228933284576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohmy-past-week-had-been-very-busy-one.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-4626281221442150712</id><published>2009-03-06T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:52:38.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay, yesterday was a relatively happy day. :)&lt;br /&gt;Bikila won the tugofwar, and we're into the finals.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be like, Bikila J1 vs J2. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;And everyone had fun cheering too!&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, i passed my maths test, like finally, since J1 :)&lt;br /&gt;Hard work do get paid off.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i had a pretty wonderful journey home with vicky, as usual :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was a happy day too.&lt;br /&gt;With admin og3 outing in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;ohman, i missed them so so much, and i'm so proud that many of them are now leaders! yay!&lt;br /&gt;how i wish orientation was spent with them. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i got one of my most embarrassing moments in the LT today, during the release of A's, omg.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to do funny things and put up my hand for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, i've decided, that i'm going to study whenever i can,&lt;br /&gt;cos the release of A's is kind of a wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking scary to see a number of seniors so upset.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just shoot myself if i've got anything below a C, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'm getting more and more tired, and my body aches after tugging and its yearning for sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, i get to meet peisze tmr! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-4626281221442150712?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/4626281221442150712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=4626281221442150712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4626281221442150712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4626281221442150712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-yesterday-was-relatively-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-2541423724681872868</id><published>2009-03-02T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:47:03.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohgoodness, it's monday all over again. i was dreading school so much yst, even till this morning. and gp lessons just made it worse. It's going thg essays for one thousand years again omg.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i'm sooo upset about my maths test today :( I did studied very hard for it over the weekend, but i guess i'll fail again, and all because of a careless move. :( argh, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, vicky reminded me today abt the three of us catching benjamin buttons after a million years, on last wednesday. It was a very sudden deicision, and we had almond and honey popcorns which were very nice. And, the show was a great one. with great blur lee, and my goldfish :) yayyy. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;life's not life&lt;/span&gt; without them man, seriously. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for march holidays to come :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-2541423724681872868?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/2541423724681872868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=2541423724681872868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2541423724681872868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2541423724681872868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohgoodness-its-monday-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-1339584869139272589</id><published>2009-02-28T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:27:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank goodness it's saturday again, and i don't have to wake up so early tml. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anw, yesterday was a busy day. Left for NTU to support the tkd team, then went back to school for bikila trials, and after that, the yunnan trip dinner at jp. I reach home at about 11, and practically slept without doing anything omg!&lt;br /&gt;This morning when i woke up i felt that i could have slept a million more years omg! but anw i dragged myself up and got hooi kim to go to sentosa with me, for the ogl outing. It was a bit sian for me, cos i couldn't play in the water! :( But it was pretty fun watching all the girls being dragged forcefully and got dumped into the water. hahah. Felicia's the bomb la. And i left to meet my mum and she was feeling generous so we had a feast. yay!&lt;br /&gt;I want another ogl outing to the beach again soooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i don't want to ever graduate! :(&lt;br /&gt;But i want to go experience life in the uni.&lt;br /&gt;How contradicting right, i'm always so confused.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;But i've decided, i'm going on a world tour once i've got money.&lt;br /&gt;go back to new zealand, australia, yunnan.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided too, that i'm going to join world vision or smthg like that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the poor countries and help the ppl there. :)&lt;br /&gt;yay, i'm so excited now and i can't wait to start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-1339584869139272589?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1339584869139272589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1339584869139272589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1339584869139272589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1339584869139272589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-goodness-its-saturday-again-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-4301748416758871497</id><published>2009-02-26T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:00:57.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've realised that once i've got a negative impression about someone or something, the impression will just stay on. It will not get any better no matter what happen. But i'm trying to change now, at least from today onwards. I might not be and will never be on the same frequency as some people, but that doesn't mean that they're bad ppl. And if they're bad ppl, then it'll be pointless to care about such people. This world have too much hatred around for us to care.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i think it's always good to stay neutral and not take sides. Cos' it takes two hands to clap, and it's unfair to just hear one side of the story. So, i shall not be so judgemental from now on, and sit on the fence! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, there's some tkd competition going on tml, and we get to leave at 1230 tml! this means that i get to skip my maths test and it's really great cos i'll have more time to get prepared! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-4301748416758871497?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/4301748416758871497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=4301748416758871497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4301748416758871497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4301748416758871497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-realised-that-once-ive-got-negative.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-5434127083232428115</id><published>2009-02-25T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:07:26.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY, i had a happy evening in school today, because i saw a really big and pretty rainbow after the rain! Omg, it was really very pretty. I wished i could just take it home with me! :)&lt;br /&gt;anw, there was trials for j1 bikilians, and i finally went for training after such a long time. And that was why i got to see the rainbow! :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And DRAMA FEST last friday was a blast. It was awesome, everyone did such a great job! :) Although we didn't get the best play, but it's the experience and the joy that's more important. I bet everyone in A02 feels that we're the best and that's enough! :) yay, 08A02!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i survived 3.5hrs of ecos makeup remedial on sat, yay! It's probably the longest i've sit through. Then there was OG10 outing after that, and we practically keep walking and walking. The plan to Singapore flyer failed, since the free tix was redeemed already. Haha. And after the og outing was Felicia's birthday dinner at kenny rogers! It was like another gathering and i haven seen the rest for a long time already! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember the things that happened for the next few days. But i remembered that Vicky was being very long-winded and she complained to me for 4 hours and 16minutes. In school, on the way home. Ohman, she was being so pessimistic that day and she talked a lot about the same thing. HAHA, such a old woman. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i think i've got a new resolution, that is, to spend more time with my mum! She was being extraordinary kind to me one day. And i think i dont want to regret like how many do, longing for their love ones only after they've depart. yes. And another resolution, to get into NUS or NTU next year. It's a must, and i really dont want to disappoint the people ard me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it rains tml and there'll be more rainbows! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5434127083232428115?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5434127083232428115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5434127083232428115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5434127083232428115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5434127083232428115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay-i-had-happy-evening-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-2234089999986949953</id><published>2009-02-18T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:47:12.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past few days are freaking hot omg. It's like living a a big big oven. Must be global warming.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm like so tired everyday, and felt as if i can sleep thg the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;goodness, i wished this week could pass quickly.&lt;br /&gt;And the maths quizs on every maths lesson is so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if the weather doesn't change i think i'll just faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i'm really excited abt the dramafest on fri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-2234089999986949953?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/2234089999986949953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=2234089999986949953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2234089999986949953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2234089999986949953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/02/past-few-days-are-freaking-hot-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-5623450035376400307</id><published>2009-02-17T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:36:49.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've just deleted my tagbroad and i dont know how to fix it back. See, i always regret doing things when it's too late. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, alot of things have happened since last wed. Well actually it was just one thing, ORIENTATION. :)&lt;br /&gt;The camp was good, i've got OG10, together with luyao. There was lots of mass dancing, water games, and i think we've all lost our voices by the end of the first day. I nearly went mad during the 3 water games, it was pretty hard controlling the group. But it was still fun anw. Ohyes, the slow-dancing, surprisingly the j1s danced pretty well and i think they've enjoyed. I've enjoyed mass-dance too. :) My OG wasnt really that enthu, but it all turned out fine in the end and they're a bunch of nice ppl actually.&lt;br /&gt;I think the three days was the most tiring days in my entire life. We slept for about 2 to 3 hours on the first night, and we did the family gifts on the second day. The second night was the best, everyone just collapse at the concrete area outside the canteen, not bothering to use any sleeping bags or pillows. Throughout the whole camp, i think most of us ate like, one meal per day, and less than half the packet per meal? HAHA, and with all the shouting and running, i sure lost weight. :) I've learned not to take water for granted anymore, cos every minute of the camp i felt as though i could have drink a hundred bottle of water!&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, JJ NIGHT. Quite a lot of ppl came for it, and it was the best part of the camp. FAMILY ONE dancers did a fantasic job, despite the sudden call for performers. YAY!! :) My whole shirt was pratically soaked by the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;Allright, i think this camp is great cos of all the ogls!! All the shit and fun we went thg, esp tgt with F1, and all the ogls and sc, was tiring but it made this camp special, and i swear i'll not forget this memories! :)&lt;br /&gt;I've got plenty of thank-yous to say. to the councilisors, to every ogl, to every senior who came back, to every teacher, to every camper, to OG10, to F1, everyone who made 2009 orientation possible!&lt;br /&gt;Experiencia De Magique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, shopping with vicky for drama fest at daiso was so much fun. We talked alot about alot of issues, as usual. Well, people are different in their own ways and some, we just cant communicate, so, whatever la! :) It was really nice talking to her, esp after o camp! :) Anw, i can't wait for friday to come and be done with it. Yes, it's really exciting to create such a big production and i'm enjoying my time in costume, but it's really tiring, to continue with this right after o camp. These two days, everyone's practically sleep most of the time in class, and we're so tired but we dont know why. Ohwell, but i'm sure it'll be a great act by A02!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toesnails are coming off, omg gross. Anw, the next even after drama fest would be sports meet and house comm camp, at puala ubin! YAY, i'm so excited at the thought of a camp offshore, just like OBS! :) And, OG10 steamboat this friday! :) YAY! Hopefully tmr will be a better and not-so-sleepy day. :) Meanwhile it's time to get some serious work done i think, maths!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5623450035376400307?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5623450035376400307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5623450035376400307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5623450035376400307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5623450035376400307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-just-deleted-my-tagbroad-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-974990362879533736</id><published>2009-02-10T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:04:21.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tml night i'll be staying school, all the way till sat.&lt;br /&gt;ORIENTATION :)&lt;br /&gt;excited, yes. scary, yes. a little.&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, i'm sure i'll enjoy, and get my fair share of scoldings too.&lt;br /&gt;hope everything goes well, and no screw ups.&lt;br /&gt;OGLS BUCK UP!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many more things to do,&lt;br /&gt;family dance, campers gifts, structure, v day gifts ..&lt;br /&gt;we'll survive, though life is getting somewhat irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, valentines' on sat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-974990362879533736?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/974990362879533736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=974990362879533736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/974990362879533736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/974990362879533736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/02/tml-night-ill-be-staying-school-all-way.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-9088868842703525253</id><published>2009-02-09T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:22:16.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a totally irritating day for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so irritated and exhausted, can't say anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all ogls, jiayou, and cheeeerrrs :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-9088868842703525253?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-706196662362210970.post-1835355745965600357</id><published>2009-02-08T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:07:22.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah, i've got many things settled within one short day!&lt;br /&gt;yay, another great achievements day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done up 100 friendship bands,&lt;br /&gt;20 clouds for family f1,&lt;br /&gt;brought 7kg of flour,&lt;br /&gt;brought my mp3,&lt;br /&gt;phone up tkd ppl.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, orientation :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-1835355745965600357?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1835355745965600357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1835355745965600357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1835355745965600357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1835355745965600357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/02/woah-ive-got-many-things-settled-within.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-4056054852326920351</id><published>2009-02-07T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:42:23.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah, this week passed in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyday, everyone was kept busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was stayover at luyao's house, cos we can't possibly reach sch at 630am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was fun, but everyone had a terrible and short sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the floor was pretty hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Monday and Tuesday was admin days for j1s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday was quite terrible, since all the newcomers were still new and shy and all, didn't really open up. And i had a hard time giving instructions. So as a result, i lost my voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday came and everyone was opening up, making new friends here and there, coming to the j2s for advice on subject combi. And woah, it feels kind of nice to be a senior and having juniors coming to you for advice. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty sad that we all had to spilt, just as we became closer. They're all actually very nice and fun loving people, and there're some that i'll really miss. And it's even more saddening to hear ppl appealing out and transferred. Things would be different if jj were better, academically, prehaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Wednesday was open house for CCAs. And surpisingly, tkd had 112 sign-ups. HAHA, it's a shocking news for everyone else. Anw, it was a quite fun, to see every corner of the school filled up with ppl, and everyone just playing ard. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed back for family dance on Thursday, and had almost everything settled. Later in the late evening mass dance songs were played suddenly and everyone just danced along, creating so much noise and so much fun. :) It was probably one of the happiest day staying back. :) Family 1 went for dinner after, and it was a mass-trading-secrets sessions. Got to share many personal stuff and knew more about others. Family one is really getting bonded all tgt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the happiest day i had in a long long time already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300030816339464914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SY198lqJktI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KPpuzc59Sek/s200/n525736963_1471374_3213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300030812709546754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SY198YItawI/AAAAAAAAA0U/s1vz7eASABM/s200/n525736963_1471368_1834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300030808998552098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SY198KT8IiI/AAAAAAAAA0M/86PW-nXxKi8/s200/n525736963_1471367_1614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fri was an back-to-secondary-school day for eveyone. Some J2s wore their seconday school uniform. And i realised how much i miss wearing my qtss one! The feeling came back  and i miss those days. Man, it's going to be two years since i left! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the previous week was coming home late, after 10 pm everyday. This week was going to school very early, at 630 every other day. And all, because of orientation! Oh man, i'm damn damn excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're breaking camp on Valentines' Day. And during the camp, Love is so gonna be in the air. OMG IM SO SO EXCITED. :):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, excitement aside, we've got to rush the og gifts by wed, and finalise the family dance, and get everything settled by wed. I've got to mass produce like, a hundred of friendship bands, and, some valentine gifts, cos it's the last year we'll be celebrating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be another very busy week, and i doubt i'll see my bed very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300030963311574706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SY1-FJLB_rI/AAAAAAAAA0s/_2ghF_TO8l4/s200/n569424146_1485604_7824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SOME F1 UNICORNS! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300030817092205954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SY198odnfYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/MxMOwhlMjhY/s200/n641187582_1769972_930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OGLS 09 :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300030806492607650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SY198A-edKI/AAAAAAAAA0E/DtmRWY_ZRqk/s200/n525736963_1449033_7215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE BIG PD BLOCK BANNER,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND THE LOVELY PPL WHO STAYED!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-4056054852326920351?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/4056054852326920351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=4056054852326920351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4056054852326920351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4056054852326920351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/02/woah-this-week-passed-in-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SY198lqJktI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KPpuzc59Sek/s72-c/n525736963_1471374_3213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-6997683564204471615</id><published>2009-02-01T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:41:50.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah, today is a achievements-day.&lt;br /&gt;painted a 13M by 18M banner and drew a little of it, with many others: PD BLOCK BANNER.&lt;br /&gt;cried for the first time in jj, not counting those times in camp.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in school from 8am to 11plus: 15hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of the ogls who went today, and the pd block banner ppl who stayed, great job everyone!! :)&lt;br /&gt;The biggest achievement was the big banner today. All the way, form drawing it to painting it, to finally moving it across the track and witness it go up! Omg, the feeling cannot be described, it's like all our baby. HAHA. Everyone went franic when there's a big tear. It's like, we'll all just die if something happens to the banner. :) YAY, i'm really happy.&lt;br /&gt;It's all these things that we ogls do together that made me stayed on, despite all the unhappiness and hard work. Yes it'll be tougher, but we'll be tougher! :) I'm really starting to feel like a big family. YAY. Thankyou Chenyi for the wonderful design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lastly, i want to say, you cannot measure sincerely with some shitty rubbish way that you made up with. You cannot say that we're not sincere enough, cos we don't have to prove to you anything. The banner is ours to call, not yours. Everyone there today put in their hearts into everthing, so you've no rights to even comment. Pls dont come all smiley and say that we're insincere, cos it really disgusted me. You're so fake, so horribly a person that i won't even acknowledge you.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i think i'm mean. But i really hate being accuse of something that we're not, when we put in so much of hard work that the seniors and teachers don't know. So, this camp is OURS.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if anyone reads this and say that i'm taking comments negatively cos i'm not and you're. I'm clear of what i do and knows that my life is in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admin day is mon, tml stayover at luyao's. :) It'll be great. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-6997683564204471615?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/6997683564204471615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=6997683564204471615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6997683564204471615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6997683564204471615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/02/woah-today-is-achievements-day.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-2353134318644182276</id><published>2009-01-30T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:27:06.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this world is full of regrets, or rather, the people having regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i think we're all filled with regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Only realising it when nothing can be done already.&lt;br /&gt;It is stupid when you do nothing when you can,&lt;br /&gt;and want to do something when you can't.&lt;br /&gt;It is foolish when you you can't brace yourself up to do that something,&lt;br /&gt;something that you've been waiting for, that you thought you'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;It is miserable, when there is no more chance,&lt;br /&gt;when you drown in misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i finally decides on something,&lt;br /&gt;everything else go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;When i'm tired of all the masks behind those faces,&lt;br /&gt;my sense says there're more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks, i don't like two-faced hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love long talks on bus rides home with vicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohshit this is a rubbish post totally, though it's kind of a reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Life's not life without some spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fate.&lt;br /&gt;waits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-2353134318644182276?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/2353134318644182276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=2353134318644182276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2353134318644182276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2353134318644182276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-this-world-is-full-of-regrets.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-4070991621702397994</id><published>2009-01-29T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:58:02.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tired now that i wished i could be sick so that i can have an excuse to stay in bed and just sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Mentally or physically, i'm so so wore out! :( :(&lt;br /&gt;All the ogl work, painting banners made me so tired everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to quit. But my family is getting better, more fun, and nice and everything ..&lt;br /&gt;And the surprise that Mr Leow had for us after CNY celebrations, the laoyusheng, all the fun i would have missed out ..&lt;br /&gt;But now, today, i felt as if it's the most tiring day of my life omg!&lt;br /&gt;Like it couldn't help even if i slept for a million years.&lt;br /&gt;My whole body is aching, and i'm lacking of sleep. argh.&lt;br /&gt;It's damn irritating, and lessons made it all worse.&lt;br /&gt;And stomach cramps add on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, we'll all survive it thg somehow, yay!&lt;br /&gt;Being an optimistist has its pros. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-4070991621702397994?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/4070991621702397994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=4070991621702397994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4070991621702397994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4070991621702397994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-so-tired-now-that-i-wished-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-7830196717617309610</id><published>2009-01-27T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:52:44.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello i do really want to learn how to play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if i've got it from the night at shawn's house.&lt;br /&gt;But this urge came this few days.&lt;br /&gt;And i do really want to fufil it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And vicky and i have got some telepathy.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Both of us are in the same situation now, omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, i hope both of us can get our wishes fufilled nicely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7830196717617309610?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/7830196717617309610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=7830196717617309610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7830196717617309610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7830196717617309610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-i-do-really-want-to-learn-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-4381730123394158295</id><published>2009-01-26T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:52:58.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHY !! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past week had gone by very quickly, so quick that i couldn't quite remember what i've done specifically. Everything's such a blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only rmb coming home at ard 10pm 11pm every other day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;staying in school to paint and draw endless banners,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;practise and cheorgraph family dance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to lessons with my mind half awake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unable to get out of bed in time everyday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crashing down on my bed without getting any work done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F3 reunion dinner at shawn's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and still very much confused and undecided abt many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295321552385773186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SXzC5WVsjoI/AAAAAAAAAz8/crXrJ24tJ9U/s200/n620712872_2038059_2892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anw, the steamboat at shawn's house was a terrific one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a nice get-together, and we all had so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we had our own mini song-singing session, thanks to eve joey anthony ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hooi kim and i were the only two girls who stayed over, and the guys were such un-gentlemens! HAHA.and we got up at 7, preparing to go to school, but only leaving at 9 cos' we had steamboat again, in the morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love family three best! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, i'm so glad that the following two days are CNY. It'll be two days of heaven, with lots of hongbaos, gambling, eating .. :) YAY, i really love chinese new year! :):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i foresee that it'll be a tiring week ahead, esp with Ocamp. ohwell, we'll all survive it anw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-4381730123394158295?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/4381730123394158295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=4381730123394158295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4381730123394158295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4381730123394158295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chy-past-week-had-gone-by-very.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SXzC5WVsjoI/AAAAAAAAAz8/crXrJ24tJ9U/s72-c/n620712872_2038059_2892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-2080242929427440235</id><published>2009-01-18T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:07:28.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really want all 10 carebears, and i can't choose my favourite one because i love all 10.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah. I've been searching for Carebears folder but to no avail. :(&lt;br /&gt;And i want to sit in one of the ancient carriages or coaches that horses pull!&lt;br /&gt;I'm being unrealistic here, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i went to school in the early saturday morning, for the ogl meeting. And was dismissed only in the evening time. And woah, everyone did alot of work. I was painting and drawing banners from like 9 am to 2pm, with many others. There's a sense of satisfaction upon completion, cos' it's my first time drawing so many banners at a go! Ohyes, we sang songs, and had a unexpected water game. Everyone was just pouring water at everyone else. Hahaha, it was fun! There was the vetting for family dance too, and i guess we kind of screwed it up. HAHA. Everyone did a really great job. :) One sad thing is, i've got uneven tans on my arms and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the cementry in the early morning, but i was not really sure what i did. Because it was too early and i really feel like sleeping and my parents settled everything. I was just standing there, trying hard not to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the first week of school. I think i was rather disciplined and self-motivated. I've been revising and doing my homework regularly. yay, SDSM! HAHA, wth. But, i think i was much better in handling my time than i did last year. At least i've got the urge to want to study for most of the time. And right now i'm revising ecos, and this is excellent. :) Okay, i think i'm self-praising.&lt;br /&gt;With the hectic school life going, i think i've got to manage my school work better than this. Next week is going to be a very busy week. I haven't been seeing my bed much, and i think i'm going to see it lesser next week.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm suffering from aches all over my body but i dont know why and it sucks. argh!&lt;br /&gt;Mon, bikila house comm meeting with mr ng&lt;br /&gt;Tue, family dance.&lt;br /&gt;Wed, cca.&lt;br /&gt;Thurs, painting of family broads.&lt;br /&gt;Fri, F3 DINNER AND SLEEPOVER! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, CNY is coming. YAY, lots of hongbaos and money and food and cardgames!! :)&lt;br /&gt;I love CNY! :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-2080242929427440235?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/2080242929427440235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=2080242929427440235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2080242929427440235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2080242929427440235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-want-all-10-carebears-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-83962531895680202</id><published>2009-01-16T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:25:52.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today everyone is so tired.&lt;br /&gt;During lit class, literally half the class was fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy too. But the canteen is too noisy to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;The plank is a good place. But the sun is far too scorching.&lt;br /&gt;Poor joey had a bad encounter on the bus today.&lt;br /&gt;And btw i think i'm getting more and more confused.&lt;br /&gt;Regarding some things.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, i think i'm a pretty bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the F3 steamboat in conjuction with CHY next fri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. ALL F3S WHO CAN MAKE IT NEXT FRI, DINNER AT SHAWN'S HOUSE, PLS SMS ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml is the vetting for family dance and i'm so nervous even though i'm not dancing. All the best, family one! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-83962531895680202?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/83962531895680202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=83962531895680202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/83962531895680202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/83962531895680202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-everyone-is-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-8758790522018058029</id><published>2009-01-15T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:27:13.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SW9VEBMiIFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tiCA431JBVk/s1600-h/merry+gang"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291541614712463442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SW9VEBMiIFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tiCA431JBVk/s200/merry+gang" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yay, school with merry people. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-8758790522018058029?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/8758790522018058029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=8758790522018058029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/8758790522018058029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/8758790522018058029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-school-with-merry-people.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SW9VEBMiIFI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tiCA431JBVk/s72-c/merry+gang' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-5177772279909533184</id><published>2009-01-15T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:20:49.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been four days since school starts, and i'm already dreading getting up of bed every morning!&lt;br /&gt;I'll just stay under my blanket, and rush out of bed at the very last minute! :)&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i think the post A levels' stress/studying is coming on really fast. Its only the first week of school, and everyone seemed to be studying already.&lt;br /&gt;Today Vicky and i were studying (!) in the canteen, (i can't believe it myself) Vicky mentioned that she feels and saw the almost the whole canteen studying too!&lt;br /&gt;And Mabel, amazingly, is paying attention in class now!&lt;br /&gt;And Merry Gang hasn't been late for lessons for far, and our noise level is reduced to the minimum too!&lt;br /&gt;ohmy i'm so proud of myself and everyone else! :) yay, but i hope this will last more than just a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i've been reaching home at 9 for the past two days, due to family dance! Ytd was crashing family three with shawn kim and huiyan. Today was my own family dance, tgt with family three in the dance room. But surpisingly, though i was feeling tired, but these two days were happy days in the evening. Not quite in the afternoon and morning, during all the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with my family, esp the girls are so much fun, and people form family three are such nice people too! I've plenty of fun in the evening spent with all these people, yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;A SPECIAL THANKS TO YIQI AND MICHELLE FOR THE DANCE MOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and i think i really need some sleep. haha, i just get seem to get enough of sleep, no matter how much i sleep. Goodnight everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5177772279909533184?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5177772279909533184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5177772279909533184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5177772279909533184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5177772279909533184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-four-days-since-school-starts.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-5471863954586682028</id><published>2009-01-12T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:31:19.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, today was the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Recieved the student leader's tiepin today.&lt;br /&gt;And with it comes more responsibility, more commitment and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;While this pin might be nothing to some, even foolish and silly why we're doing this,&lt;br /&gt;but everyone has different thinkings.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to put on this pin, really.&lt;br /&gt;School was average today, the timetable has somewhat been filled with lesser lessons.&lt;br /&gt;ending at almost one everyday.&lt;br /&gt;But still, i think the stress is coming on fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling that i've had last year is coming back, again, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;There are some things i can say to certain people only,&lt;br /&gt;and some things i can put it up here.&lt;br /&gt;Some relationships, i really hope it'll last.&lt;br /&gt;Strong friendships do matters a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just, for this new year,&lt;br /&gt;no more superficiality, over-sensativity.&lt;br /&gt;Doing things that i think it's right, and not just follow the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Some people might be seen as a really bad person to others,&lt;br /&gt;but some things that we've gone through, i've seen and heard personally,&lt;br /&gt;made me think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to change how others' think,&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want to let them change how i think too.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we'll all have our own stand and let things remain like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice new start, a great school year.&lt;br /&gt;And, i'll keep my promise to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5471863954586682028?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5471863954586682028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5471863954586682028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5471863954586682028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5471863954586682028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-today-was-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-689948999400518307</id><published>2009-01-11T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:19:39.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from the ogl prep camp! :)&lt;br /&gt;There were super little ogls, surpisingly and shockingly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in family one, and we've abt like, 17 ppl?&lt;br /&gt;So, that'll be like , one ogl to one group. omg!&lt;br /&gt;But anw, this prep camp was quite fun,&lt;br /&gt;interesting too. no jj night.&lt;br /&gt;And instead, BBQ and campfire. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;And there's morning walk, long run ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my family is still okay.&lt;br /&gt;Though i really really really miss familythree!&lt;br /&gt;But still, there're quite a number of nice people in F1 too. :)&lt;br /&gt;And i love the last night, where the few of F3s were up,&lt;br /&gt;talking while the whole hall were sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;Made a few friends too, my family people, and some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the camp where i've got the most injures.&lt;br /&gt;First, i wore the wrong shoes to run, so my toes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Then i had to wear sandals for the rest of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;There're like millions of ppl who stepped on my toes,&lt;br /&gt;when my toes are painful already.&lt;br /&gt;Then during the water games, got a cut.&lt;br /&gt;so now, my nails are like coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anw, it's still quite fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml is the start of school already!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to mug my ass off! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-689948999400518307?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/689948999400518307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=689948999400518307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/689948999400518307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/689948999400518307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-from-ogl-prep-camp-there-were.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-645789424928535903</id><published>2009-01-07T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:05:43.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are 5 more days till school reopens. But, i'm going for the ogl camp tml. so, three days gone.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, today is my last time staying home this holidays, and yes, one of the few times too. i've just realised that i can count the numbers of days that i've stayed at home this hols with my two hands! And i do miss the alone time in the afternoon! :)&lt;br /&gt;I've just done up nites for one of the chp of ecos, yay! It's the prep for the test on the first week, the essay test. :( And i still have not found my lost maths worksheet which is my holiday homework. :( And i think Ms Foo will just grab me on the first day of school and give me maths!  :(&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, i still have the rest of today and sunday to study! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, i'll be back on sat! Hope the camp will be really fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-645789424928535903?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/645789424928535903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=645789424928535903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/645789424928535903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/645789424928535903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-5-more-days-till-school.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-805160383788441516</id><published>2009-01-06T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:39:18.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHOTOS :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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We went to the national library in the early morning, and took out our books and pens. We survived thg three hours of books! :) yay, we've all changed, vicky huh? HAHA, i guess it's the terrifying new year that shaped us into muggers, for once! but i hope it'll last. Anw, i had a pretty good day with vicky, studying, talking, eating, and shopping! Okay, we walked around a little, just a little of shopping! :)&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, btw. We went into Muji, and i was just talking about the ear muffles that mr goh wore on the New Zealand trip, and just at that moment, the song that we sang at the mauri place was played. Ohman, i miss New Zealand!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anw, met up with erin, ana and audrey last friday. Went to watch bedtime stories, went settlers' for a while, and then will drinking at clarke quay! :) It wasn't really drinking, we had one popper, two shockers. But i guess the it was about 40percent alcoholic, which was quite strong, cos it made audrey drunk after, like two sips? HAHA LOUSY. We went for supper at chinatown after that, with weeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat was training. The whole school was like having homecoming matches! Anw, i went off early, and meet up with the rest for lunch with miss chee at Swensens. I met up with joey first, and taught her the grading pattern at Plaza Sing. Haha, both of us was like trying to hide from passersby the whole while! The rest of familythree came, and we went Manhattan for dinner. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was a great and happy day! :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Sun was grading day. We were the first batch, and had to do the pledge. Haha, it was quite funny doing it! Anw, i guess it went pretty well for me. :) Anw, it was almost a day spent in bed for me! I was so tired, that i could sleep for a million years and still feel tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a flu now, and cough. I've used up like i dont know how many packets of tissues already, and my nose is still like a blocked tap. Haha! I hope i'll recover soon, and be well for the camp on thurs! I'm not really very enthusiatic at the camp alr, and being in scdc. Ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7381266566121396310?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/7381266566121396310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=7381266566121396310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7381266566121396310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7381266566121396310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-i-think-i-did-great-job-today-in.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-2780774333368435639</id><published>2009-01-01T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:59:58.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello 2009! HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm starting to miss the 08year already, together with all the events and the busy days and everything that is gone with it. I've said it, i'm not really looking forward to the new year, not with the studies that comes with it. How nice would it be if year one of junior college would last. Seventeen forever. Haha, but i guess i wouldn't mind experiencing what's it like to be a grown-up. And i'm starting to contradict myself here.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i've just seen kim's blog, and her lastest post is so reflective. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and i must say, i totally agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;Like how i thought i couldn't even speak a word in front of a crowd, but i guess i've improved.&lt;br /&gt;And how i thought myself to be unable to take up responsibilties, and i think i do now.&lt;br /&gt;And how i've learn about initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some really good new friends are made, and i'm really glad about it.&lt;br /&gt;Like the MG, Family Three, A02, Tkd ...&lt;br /&gt;And past friendships might have been weaker by that bit, but some are still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;Like Qtss clique and ppl there, Tricia Jiaxin ..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i think friends are everything. I couldn't survive even a day if not for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 2008 has been a really great year for me and everyone else, and it'll definately be a year to rmb. But, 2009 is going to be great anyway, and it's going to be 18 years for most of us! :)&lt;br /&gt;Allright, enjoy everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-2780774333368435639?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/2780774333368435639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=2780774333368435639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2780774333368435639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2780774333368435639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009-happy-new-year-everyone-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-7727410649831558062</id><published>2008-12-31T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:54:35.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the last day of the year today,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not exactly looking forward to the new year.&lt;br /&gt;not with the A's, and books throughout the year. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, the study plan with audrey on tuesday failed totally.&lt;br /&gt;i meet her at je lib, and i mentioned about Australia,&lt;br /&gt;and the next thing, we're at jp watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth the sacrifice of books. haha!&lt;br /&gt;The show was really great, much better than any others. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think vivo would be really crowded today&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm feeling a bit sian now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7727410649831558062?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/7727410649831558062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=7727410649831558062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7727410649831558062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7727410649831558062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-last-day-of-year-today-but-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-1420127826824885929</id><published>2008-12-29T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:59:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished watching twilight,&lt;br /&gt;and i think the romance of it all makes up for the flaws.&lt;br /&gt;but anw, after watching it,&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;not even moving.&lt;br /&gt;and my mood is at the minimal now.&lt;br /&gt;okay, must be pms. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been wanting to complete one chp of ecos after watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;but, no incentive to study.&lt;br /&gt;but anw, i think i'm going to go sch to study tml.&lt;br /&gt;no, but i dont think i'm going to even study. talk talk talk ...&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the year is ending in a few days time&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really bored now.&lt;br /&gt;so, maybe a summation of the year? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ard feb, got my results and later on, the posting results.&lt;br /&gt;was posted to np's business.&lt;br /&gt;and i appealed to jj.&lt;br /&gt;and got in. (thanks to audrey!)&lt;br /&gt;i missed the first few admin days, and i know like, none of the ppl there.&lt;br /&gt;and there was the first day when we had to gather in our class or og,&lt;br /&gt;vicky came to sit beside me, and she became my first friend there. :)&lt;br /&gt;then there was the orientation camp,&lt;br /&gt;and i got a feel of jj's camp,&lt;br /&gt;and got to know my og ppl, some great ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march came, and the real school days started.&lt;br /&gt;it was a whole new system there,&lt;br /&gt;we had to go to the different classes, and not the teachers walking ard.&lt;br /&gt;and the four of us, vicky joey mabel and i were tgt like always.&lt;br /&gt;then joey, vicky and i join the linecamp 1,&lt;br /&gt;and i got to meet familythree, which is the best thing in jj for me.&lt;br /&gt;joey and i continue on to the cdayl camp, and survived tgt with the remaining F3s.&lt;br /&gt;those camp days were the best in jc life, and the bond within f3 will be unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ard april i think, joey and i joined tkd.&lt;br /&gt;though it's probably one of the most unknown cca,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'm happy enough in there. :)&lt;br /&gt;so, it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the hols i think, ard july,&lt;br /&gt;eve, felice and jam came along.&lt;br /&gt;and MG! :)&lt;br /&gt;and all 7 of us are in the bikila house comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then august, the four of us,&lt;br /&gt;mabel joey vicky and i went for the newzealand trip.&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the best overseas trip, with all the fun-loving ppl who went along.&lt;br /&gt;and this trip is definetely unforgettable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we came back, we were like, woah.&lt;br /&gt;the school work and the upcoming promos,&lt;br /&gt;and all the missed lessons and everything,&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the worst mugging period.&lt;br /&gt;well, not really actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then through sep and oct,&lt;br /&gt;everyday was merry for us.&lt;br /&gt;until the promos.&lt;br /&gt;and after the promos.&lt;br /&gt;many were conditionally promoted,&lt;br /&gt;and our grades were so sucky, i've got nth to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the hols.&lt;br /&gt;nov and dec were filled with activites.&lt;br /&gt;training, planning for the yunnan trip, and gatherings, meetups and all.&lt;br /&gt;nov 22, joey, eve, ws, and i went for the yunnan trip.&lt;br /&gt;it was another enriching and most fufiling trip.&lt;br /&gt;i got to know the jj leaders much better, and my lg.&lt;br /&gt;unforgettable, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, the year ends! :)&lt;br /&gt;my first year in jj, have been a fun one, and of course, filled with quite a lot of unhappy times too.&lt;br /&gt;i've changed a lot, and i believe everyone have.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so glad that the friendship in qtss haven't been lost.&lt;br /&gt;and while the friendship btw mg and everyone else is still strong.&lt;br /&gt;i think we all decides our relationship with people ard us,&lt;br /&gt;how deep is it, how superfical it is.&lt;br /&gt;everyone has our own bad days, compromising make friendships goes a longer way,&lt;br /&gt;but too much of it makes you really tired.&lt;br /&gt;and, one do not changes friends just like that.&lt;br /&gt;so, cheers to all the friendships, loveships, kinships and every ships in this world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anw, i think, i haven't regret my decision to appeal to jj! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-1420127826824885929?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1420127826824885929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1420127826824885929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1420127826824885929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1420127826824885929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-finished-watching-twilight-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-6779938047638859238</id><published>2008-12-28T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:03:57.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The trip to Malaysia today was okay, and i think i had a few more fats on me now. ohwell, but whatever, i'll go do some exercise someday. HAHA. okay, i waited like, for more than thirty minutes for my aunts and mum, and it was simply irritating!&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to dislike latecomers, in the case when i'm the one waiting. haha, such a brat right! but, yes, it's pretty frustrating to wait, especially for a long long time! and another thing, i think it's pretty irritating to be a woman sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, my aunts were mentioning about next year, my cousin taking his O's and i, A's. and she added that it'll be a tough year for me. and my neighbour who lives besides me will tell me that i'll go to the uni, and what's my grades though i'm not taking any exams at that moment. I think he've asked me a hundred times and i've failed to avoid him everytime. everyone seems to be concerned about my grades only, like the end products, instead of the process between. okay, i think i'm being unfair here, cos my neighbour is a poor old uncle, who drinks and i think he's drunk everytime we talk. he's a kind and nice old man despite that, who really wished that i'll make it to the uni. so, i take back my previous words.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i'm not making sense here. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing, i think i'm missing shopping days with MG, and going out with my rural and urban counterparts, and of course, qtss clique! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to my good friend : hey, remember, i'll be here for you always okay. in life, people will walk into your life. and some walk on, leaving you behind, but others stay on with you. everything happens for a reason, and whatever you're experiencing now might be bad and saddening, but maybe, it'll being you some new light. :) you're a cheerful person, and please, remain that way okay. :) some friends, are really for a lifetime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-6779938047638859238?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/6779938047638859238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=6779938047638859238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6779938047638859238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6779938047638859238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2008/12/trip-to-malaysia-today-was-okay-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-7940568755951858904</id><published>2008-12-27T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:36:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Training today was slacky.&lt;br /&gt;And went JP to explore the new extension, with kim and two other seniors.&lt;br /&gt;And i think the new JP is pretty big and is a big food place.&lt;br /&gt;And i think i'm eating too much recently,&lt;br /&gt;and the one day trip to malaysia tml will certainly gain me few pounds.&lt;br /&gt;I think i've wasted my holidays away.&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty of revision awating me.&lt;br /&gt;And i see that avoidance is not a good way,&lt;br /&gt;the holidays is seriously coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;I watched Peter Pan, and i think it's really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, alot of people have been planning for after A's activites.&lt;br /&gt;Perth, New Zealand, Taiwan ...&lt;br /&gt;Yesyes, we'll all go work, and revisit the places we've been once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, Boy you might not understand.&lt;br /&gt;But a long long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's daddy didn't like me not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i loved your grandma so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such love, there is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-7940568755951858904?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/7940568755951858904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=7940568755951858904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7940568755951858904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/7940568755951858904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2008/12/training-today-was-slacky.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-5648426946487834700</id><published>2008-12-26T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:34:32.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a happy day spent at NYP today. Though the initally planned picnic was a failure. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And i think the school's fountain place is a very good place for dates to go. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anw the survey job on christmass eve's was average one. Not too hard, not too easy. I did 10, and had breaks almost all the way. And i think tourists are much more friendly and polite thn singaporeans. :) And thank you melissa for the job! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ASKED SHAWN LAM OUT TML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn says:&lt;br /&gt;but i have to start my homework seriously lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn says:&lt;br /&gt;so i think maybe i join you both for awhile if im invited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;3MILDRED picnic!! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Shawn says:&lt;br /&gt;but scarly its like girls date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;3MILDRED picnic!! says:&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TOSEND YOU A INVITATION ASAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn says:&lt;br /&gt;then i have to find a dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;3MILDRED picnic!! says:&lt;br /&gt;no, we're going for beach wear tml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn is inviting you to start invite shawn to go out. Do you want to Accept (Alt+C) or Decline (Alt+D) the invitation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have accepted the invitation to start invite shawn to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This activity or game is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;3MILDRED picnic!! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;3MILDRED picnic!! says:&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE YOU CAN COME OUT AND WE CAN HAVE TEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll be delighted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn says:&lt;br /&gt;We should have brunch? And we'll talk about what's going on with our lives, oh! We certaintly must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;3MILDRED picnic!! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;3MILDRED picnic!! says:&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, and the new dress that booboo just designed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;3MILDRED picnic!! says:&lt;br /&gt;alllright!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;3MILDRED picnic!! says:&lt;br /&gt;and, may i enquire abt the place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we can think of something. May I ask, who's booboo? Is she an acquantance of yours? Oh I must certaintly get to meet her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;3MILDRED picnic!! says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, she's my great-old aunt's cousin's boyfriend's girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;3MILDRED picnic!! says:&lt;br /&gt;And i think she's would jumping up and up when i tell her abt this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn says:&lt;br /&gt;but what about those investigating pigs? don't they want to spread their wings and drink cocoa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;3MILDRED picnic!! says:&lt;br /&gt;OH YES YES. MY CHICKENS FLEW AWAY TODAY AND I HAD NO MORE CURRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was funny. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-5648426946487834700?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/5648426946487834700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=5648426946487834700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5648426946487834700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/5648426946487834700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-happy-day-spent-at-nyp-today.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-4017781654842378</id><published>2008-12-26T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:09:56.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in NYP now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEI SZE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mildred ang!!! LOVE YOU! See that you're so kind today, shall say that to you:D &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s i'm milk's beloved aud:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-4017781654842378?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/4017781654842378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=4017781654842378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4017781654842378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4017781654842378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-in-nyp-now.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-1643445876140970713</id><published>2008-12-21T02:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:15:32.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. The past few days have been wonderful, and very happy days. :) All have been happening at a very fast pace. Because suddenly, it's XMAS eve tml already! And a few days later would be 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, there's the mini &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;familythree&lt;/span&gt; gathering at botanics on last friday! It was a really really great day spent with them, and i miss them so so much! We had a full range of activites, frisbee, eating, avoiding the rain, feeding fishes, gambling with food, taking failed jumpshots. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think an outing soon would be a really great idea. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283020377979010882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEPCwqWv0I/AAAAAAAAAqE/b65boPpG9bo/s200/P1020385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE THEM :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEPDz0tp6I/AAAAAAAAAqc/5Gu2CsFX3PU/s1600-h/P1020427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283020396007630754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEPDz0tp6I/AAAAAAAAAqc/5Gu2CsFX3PU/s200/P1020427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY BELATED TO SHIQI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND CHUI PING!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283020382549129586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEPDBr9OXI/AAAAAAAAAqM/rIY7cqtDDLo/s200/P1020427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEPDm92I8I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ixLwpVKJkQI/s1600-h/P1020428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283020392556274626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEPDm92I8I/AAAAAAAAAqU/ixLwpVKJkQI/s200/P1020428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE BELOW XMAS TREE IS FROM GERMANY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BY WENJIE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281938432123319666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SU03BOQxtXI/AAAAAAAAAos/A_zkV4kDedA/s200/n514778479_1104194_1400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;BELOW IS THE GOOD SHOT AFTER A MILLION TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281938418627675234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SU03Ab_KhGI/AAAAAAAAAoc/IrX8n9g-xEU/s200/n514778479_1104191_8651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And there's also the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yunnan IG 1 gathering&lt;/span&gt; on monday, at shawn's house. There was plenty of food, esp pizza, and delicious ice-cream by Mr Leow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was another nice gathering, though we forgot to take any pictures. Everyone was concentrating on the tv screen and the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a snitch by Ivan, from Taiwan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a big box of Toblerone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks a lot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283015329266077826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEKc4vZEII/AAAAAAAAApM/60whFTH_hQA/s200/P1020440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, Tuesday is yet another wonderful day spent with audrey and ivy. We made candles for peisze and for ourselves too. It was such a fun thing to do, and quite a easy tak too! Just pour the gel into the container! The candles turned out pretty well and nice, yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283028744547931586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEWpwj1FcI/AAAAAAAAAq0/qH7K_XxR7C4/s200/P1020439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283028732644162306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEWpENv-wI/AAAAAAAAAqk/0Yns_z-ErHY/s200/P1020438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283028743427308450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEWpsYpu6I/AAAAAAAAAqs/ZJhQyH7o4LE/s200/P1020437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Below are some handmade earrings by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEMYWh0qWI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SP-DblaoeAM/s1600-h/P1020436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283017450386139490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEMYWh0qWI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SP-DblaoeAM/s200/P1020436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random pictures that i just took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's actually a corner in my room, part of my shelf.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283017461145429778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEMY-nCZxI/AAAAAAAAAp8/YYZoubcTK8E/s200/P1020434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEMW_DfdkI/AAAAAAAAAps/rUoRuhlX5iA/s1600-h/P1020435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283017426905036354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEMW_DfdkI/AAAAAAAAAps/rUoRuhlX5iA/s200/P1020435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i just got these pictures on hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JJ leaders at the airport, when we came back from yunnan. :) i love them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVED-3eNCQI/AAAAAAAAApE/sEQb1hPTifQ/s1600-h/n703385016_1276244_7549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283008216459708674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVED-3eNCQI/AAAAAAAAApE/sEQb1hPTifQ/s200/n703385016_1276244_7549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVED-hSubVI/AAAAAAAAAo8/CXoaT9Ncf3g/s1600-h/n703385016_1276244_7549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283008210505985362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVED-hSubVI/AAAAAAAAAo8/CXoaT9Ncf3g/s200/n703385016_1276244_7549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i think everything have been happening at a very fast pace. So my memory have become a little blur. i can't remember what i've been doing on the other days already. But i think i've been sleeping past 12, and waking near 12, and eating quite a lot, shopping, not doing anything constructive. And recently, i've taken a liking to handmade things. So i decided to make my own earrings, bracelets, candles, cards and mostly concerning the use of wires. i've beginning to like to use wires to make things! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i think i've a newfound love, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flowers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've got plenty of them in my room, and i've been including them in everything i've been making. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two months of holidays have passed, but i don't think i've enjoyed enough, and definately not prepare to go to school. I'm enjoying seventeen, as much as i'm looking forward to eing eighteen! It's really sad that time passes so fast, and the new year must come, and i must starting rushing to school every other day! This means the start of J2, and darryl lim as our geog teacher! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohno, but i think we'll all survive somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TML, I'LL BE WORKING AS A STREET SURVERYOR, NEAR ORCHARD MRT. FROM 7PM ONWARDS. how sad it is to work on xmas eve, but, money! yeah, anw, do pop by if you happen to be anywhere near!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i think life would be really great if i have a little bit more money in my wallet. It's really empty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-1643445876140970713?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/1643445876140970713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=1643445876140970713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1643445876140970713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/1643445876140970713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SVEPCwqWv0I/AAAAAAAAAqE/b65boPpG9bo/s72-c/P1020385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-319378924354752148</id><published>2008-12-18T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:54:49.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F3 OUTING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19DEC, FRIDAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEET 11AM AT SOMERSET MRT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICNIC AT BOTANIC GARDENS. :D&lt;/strong&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/706196662362210970-319378924354752148?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/319378924354752148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=319378924354752148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/319378924354752148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/319378924354752148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2008/12/f3-outing-19dec-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-4311667216381216992</id><published>2008-12-16T23:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:52:57.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOME PHOTOS FROM THE PREVIOUS CLASS GATHERING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;08A08 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUjtaM-Q9sI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fWAxA4Ym_9U/s1600-h/n703018017_1699779_4327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280731597506672322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUjtaM-Q9sI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fWAxA4Ym_9U/s200/n703018017_1699779_4327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUjtZ4UxBNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/URYtA47Iz4Q/s1600-h/n703018017_1699966_276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280731591963903186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUjtZ4UxBNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/URYtA47Iz4Q/s200/n703018017_1699966_276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUjtZ_wg0GI/AAAAAAAAAn8/9u17hE3lJ28/s1600-h/n703018017_1699857_8012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280731593959329890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUjtZ_wg0GI/AAAAAAAAAn8/9u17hE3lJ28/s200/n703018017_1699857_8012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280407866649152050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUfG-ljNCjI/AAAAAAAAAmE/U6Ik7POavh8/s200/n703018017_1699969_3159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280409984821682322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUfI54W44JI/AAAAAAAAAmU/MXvTI3dYaLs/s200/n703018017_1699607_3075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280407856251161250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUfG9-0ISqI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ops1tUlPnGM/s200/DSC09305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days are going to be busy ones, with all the upcoming gathering and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; dinners. I'm rather excited, esp when it comes to the gatherings, cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get to see people whom i have not seen for a long time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; :) cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Allright&lt;/span&gt;, i went for training today, which i didn't really enjoyed. And all i could blame was myself, my weak body that cause me to feel light and about to faint after training started. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anw&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be going to the grading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooon&lt;/span&gt;, Jan 4, and be promoted to a higher level : yellow tip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ohya&lt;/span&gt;, i jogged one round &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt; the school track barefooted, when it was burning hot. So now, i can't really walk, with my grilled feet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;AHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Anw&lt;/span&gt;, i met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;erin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;audrey&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. It was supposedly a birthday celebration for the both of them, but it was just a simple dinner. ASTON'S in the Cathy serves really nice and great portions of food, and reasonably too. Went for ice-cream afterwards. It was a really nice dinner for me, and of course, with the great accompany. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280737424146672482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUjytW5fq2I/AAAAAAAAAoU/ttqFuFMzEUg/s200/P151208_14.12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And shopping with the two of them on Monday was great:) I realised, i could never managed to not spend a single cent and go home empty-handed, whenever i go shopping with these two. Each of us brought things, and i got myself some pretty bangles. Mabel was a nice surprise, and she totally ruined our study plan. Yes, soon it'll be study time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i missed the two overseas trip that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been to this year quite terribly. Both was equally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wonderful and left me with many great memories. And i think that it was the people who went on the trip that made it even more impactful. the New Zealand trip &amp;amp; the YunNan trip, both trips had fun people who made the trip so unique for me, and i'm sure, for everyone else too. I believe things wouldn't be the same if i were to revisit those places once again, alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YUNNAN TRIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUfOM9eW2fI/AAAAAAAAAnM/p4EOfMmOAs4/s1600-h/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415810170837490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUfOM9eW2fI/AAAAAAAAAnM/p4EOfMmOAs4/s200/195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280731588957502546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUjtZtH-_FI/AAAAAAAAAn0/3Pi-Nf3F-DE/s200/212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280730126107771842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUjsEjlbg8I/AAAAAAAAAnc/FNIE6qnnOhg/s200/P1020244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEW ZEALAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUfOMtqSJVI/AAAAAAAAAnE/FxjPw49UZFw/s1600-h/P1000345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415805925893458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUfOMtqSJVI/AAAAAAAAAnE/FxjPw49UZFw/s200/P1000345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280415796860053906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUfOML40aZI/AAAAAAAAAm8/TJJQ75GO2bU/s200/P1000312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUfI65E35nI/AAAAAAAAAms/5wHGMMqstJM/s1600-h/P1000194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280410002194425458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUfI65E35nI/AAAAAAAAAms/5wHGMMqstJM/s200/P1000194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, after these two weeks, i think i've realised certain facts about myself. Like how i cant take things that are too spicy, and coconut milk that is left for too long. And how i really love fudge, and i'm actually quite a lazy person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohyes, i think i'm pretty insignifcant at times. Like really. Like, the world can go on turning, my friends can go on living, everything can go on as they are, all even with my existance. Sometimes i guess i'm soft, and just being lead around without saying my true preferances. I will think, would anyone even bother hearing my words? At the beginning, i try. But when it doesn't work out the right way, i give up and do not try again. I let things be, be a follower. And i really detest being a follower, but would this fact ever change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough of this reflective words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chirstmas is here, cheers!! :) But, holidays are ending sooooon. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edited;tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-4311667216381216992?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/4311667216381216992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=4311667216381216992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4311667216381216992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/4311667216381216992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-photos-from-previous-class.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2MGJzB2PWjE/SUjtaM-Q9sI/AAAAAAAAAoM/fWAxA4Ym_9U/s72-c/n703018017_1699779_4327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-2499286987710292483</id><published>2008-12-12T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:22:19.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from class gathering. Class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; at Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Goh's&lt;/span&gt; house on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, and class chalet on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky Mabel Jam Ken and i stayed over at Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Goh's&lt;/span&gt; house, which was a pretty big one with a gaming room and a storeroom bigger than my room. We had the honour of sitting in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sportscar&lt;/span&gt;, and tried the power of it. And it was really cool, with the GPS where you can watch shows, music and even make phone calls. And his dog is a really nice dog and i miss him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Anw&lt;/span&gt;, our class chalet was pretty screwed up. Many turned up for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; and couldn't make it for the chalet. Majority there was sick, and everyone just slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; learnt not to laugh at others when they're ill. Cause i was laughing at Mabel when she couldn't eat all the fried food that i could at the class gathering, and i was so proud that i was the only one who was fine among MG, and now it's my turn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt; ever since last night whenever i stood up. And i couldn't have my lunch and dinner yesterday, and breakfast today. So, i'm kind of confined to my bed, which is the suckiest thing on earth. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to my bed now, cos the sick feeling is coming back. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-2499286987710292483?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/2499286987710292483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=2499286987710292483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2499286987710292483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/2499286987710292483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-class-gathering.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-556347915740771545</id><published>2008-12-08T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:35:20.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tml is our class bbq, and the next day would be the class chalet. And i'm looking forward towards it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, this weekend was spent in dirt. HAHA. overstatement, but, somewhere along there.&lt;br /&gt;I met my IG ppl from the yunnan trip on sat. Went for lunch, watched Bolt, hanged ard for a while. Ern lost his wallet and phone, poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;Went to vicky's house and met her after such a long time. And now, she's got such straight hair that will never curl again! :) The rest came over, and we went down to the padang ard 2am for the standard chartered marathon. We were the baggage crew. After grouping with some others, we went to our places. Our job was easy, just checking in the runners' belongings before they start the race and giving it back to them after they're done. But, the place where we were seated from like, 3am till 2pm was like, a swamp. It was totally covered with mud and water. It was purely disgusting, and there's no point washing our feets, cos' we'll get it all dirty again when we step out. And toliets that weren't boxes were like, miles away. The conditions for baggage crew volunteers are like &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt;. By late morning, we were so worn out, we just slept in the muddy area.&lt;br /&gt;And on sunday night, we went for Judith's birthday bbq. :) Her house is cool, and there's a pretty swing. Anw, belated, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUDITH! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anw, i've got myself a new wallet, shoes, diary and two new bags today. total amount spent was over 150bucks. So, i think i need some money, which means i need some jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706196662362210970-556347915740771545?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/556347915740771545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=556347915740771545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/556347915740771545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/556347915740771545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2008/12/tml-is-our-class-bbq-and-next-day-would.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706196662362210970.post-6161469520380112326</id><published>2008-12-05T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:12:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seemed like a long time has passed, but actually it's only been afew days. It's been a long long week, filled with activites everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick review here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the seniors' prom. Joey and i agreed to help out. It was a fun time spent in Shangri-la. it was a full day here, preparing for the J2s big night. The place is beautiful, a 6 star hotel. And the toliets are so pretty, you could mistake it for a studio makeup room. I did reception and helping out during prize-giving. Saw all the J2s transformed into pretty ladies and handsome gentlemen, all dressed up so formally. And the norminaties for prom were the best, there was once when they walked the stage in wedding gowns and suits. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was supposedly the first day of tkd camp. But well, i couldn't resist not going for the yunnan gathering, so i went. It was at botanic gardens. Had a great time with the yunnan people, it brought back the time when all of us were together in China. Anw, all of them brought plenty of food, there were a million packs of chips i think. My breakfast and lunch were junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday i went for the camp, a chalet at paris ris. I actually found the place all by myself, what a accomplisement right. Anw the camp was fun, and pretty slacky. The weather was bad, so we couldn't really train, all we do was playing cards in our tiny flat. Seriously, all tkd camps are about cards. Haha, but still, we trained after the bbq, till 1am in the night, anw it was the last night. And what a good last night. A thai horror movie was screened, and everyone screamed for like 2 hours? It was totally freaking horrifying, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week is going to be a busy week too i think. And half of the holidays have passed, i haven't done a single bit of revision. Just the thought of next year is frightening. Allright, after next week i shall set myself down to the books and get some proper studies done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm missing the times in yunnan quite badly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's all hanging in the air now.&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/706196662362210970-6161469520380112326?l=happysweet17th.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/feeds/6161469520380112326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706196662362210970&amp;postID=6161469520380112326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6161469520380112326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706196662362210970/posts/default/6161469520380112326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happysweet17th.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-seemed-like-long-time-has-passed-but.html' title=''/><author><name>MILDRED</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
