<?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-38448882</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:13:24.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look on the bright side of things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-2747757231582800868</id><published>2007-06-08T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:30:33.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUPER LACK OF UPDATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deeladeedah.wordpress.com"&gt;www.deeladeedah.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-2747757231582800868?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/2747757231582800868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=2747757231582800868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/2747757231582800868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/2747757231582800868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/06/super-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-9103654137872697023</id><published>2007-05-07T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:55:01.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been bloggin recently. no mood la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna start my thanking sabrina lee. dont noe if ure reading this. but. THANKS FOR BEING SO SWEET. =))) ure always sooo nice when ure not in school. ure still mean in school though. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... recently, i tried rock climbing. it was AWESOME!!! if i had the time, ill definitely go more often. den i went for flagfootball. it was fun too. i like being dirty. haha. havent played for a long long time. hope i can cope with 2 CCAs. if not, ill have to drop flagfootball. =( sentosa with vball peeps was also kinda fun. though i started out a lil not in the right mood. but it ended well. =) got a little burnt and im starting to peel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think 2 weeks ago, germaine and i was super suay. we lost MANY of our stuff and went all over NP looking for them. up down, up and down the hills of NP. for 3 hours. it was real real work out man. and i found my stuff. wallet and student ID and 2 different places. while germaine lost her student and its still not found. she is more suay den me. and i concluded that suay-ness is contagious. YES, GERMAINE??? we lost our stuff but our mood was still perky. could laugh and laugh. these are all stupid things that i do with germaine. morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studies. CRAP. i really wanna do my tutorials. but. when i open it, i just dont noe how to start. either i dont noe how to do, or i dont have the mood to continue. wtf. i really wanna complete them. and the worse part is, WE ARE MADE TO DO ALMOST ALL OUR TUTORIALS IN EXCEL. and i hate it. damn it. well, excel is and accountant's, auditor's best friend. so.... gotta get used to this shit. im starting to feel the pinch in my butt. i used to feel stupid in my class for the last 2 sems, BUT, now, im feeling WORSE. these people with GPA's of 4 and 3.95 are really really demoralizing me. on top of the smart class i was in, im now in a VER SMART class. im so screwed. i stare at tutorials, and tutorials stare at me. ive realised that this sem, its impossible to skip lectures. u dont go, and u dont understand a shit. so, ive gotta go. and learn hard. gotta TRY to be as hardworkin as i was in sec sch. i soooo feel like deleting msn from my laptop and deleting all the blog adds i have. ARGH. i wanna be a nerd. =)) my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont noe wat some people take me for. an idiot? perhaps. oh wells... shouldnt i be used to it? always from the same old f***-ing people. i dont think ill ever learn from my mistake. at least there are nice ones around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. i dont like to get to know people better. the closer u get, sometimes, that person gets a little annoying. i dont noe why. but, ya.. thats how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, im meetin my sec sch mates on weds for dinner. looking foward. and. ya. my birthday is coming. i am rejoicing only because i cant wait to be 21. its only another 2 years from now. i need my freedom. (germaine, stop laughing at my freedom. moron. haha.) den i can sore like an eagle. and yes. I LOVE EAGLES. i like the way they spread their wings so wide and look like they are conquering the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE MENSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE MENSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE MENSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE MENSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;random.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss doing maths, science, writing tonns of compositions, geography, social studies, teachers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also miss thailand. cant wait to go back in sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna put up the thailand pictures and some other pictures but im plain lazy to compile everything tog. maybe ill try to compile them soon. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is a few..&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_5061501678834872610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pOGu3N69BQ/Rj4Q9bz-8SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O4DLRFoOubE/s320/IMG_3603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;its germaine, ding dong ( expert contractor), pi ying ( super nice lady) and me. our last night. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061501683129839922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3pOGu3N69BQ/Rj4Q9rz-8TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wG9atD33AkU/s320/IMG_3625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;champ (he makes our day by being retarded), me, bee (dont judge a book by its cover. cheeky), germs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061501691719774530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pOGu3N69BQ/Rj4Q-Lz-8UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WhwVF9nwRuM/s320/CIMG7346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;DONG. the sweetest boy ever. =)) i still love him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061501708899643746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3pOGu3N69BQ/Rj4Q_Lz-8WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Q3YPqUD-B-8/s320/IMG_3450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;our arrival. greeted with fragant jasmine flower. thats tiffany. our shortest team mate. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats abt all for today. intended to post all up but stupid blogger isnt being very friendly. so itll be up soon. i promise. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;good night peeps.&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/38448882-9103654137872697023?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/9103654137872697023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=9103654137872697023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/9103654137872697023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/9103654137872697023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/05/havent-been-bloggin-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3pOGu3N69BQ/Rj4Q9bz-8SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O4DLRFoOubE/s72-c/IMG_3603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-2157935079997689934</id><published>2007-04-22T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:09:34.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ok. i had lots of things to blog abt just now. but its all blank now. ill try to remember some. just things troubling me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first. life has returned to its boring nature since i got back from thailand. they are talking about going back there in sept/oct and so im like freaking looking foward to it. i hope its gonna work out well and we can go have more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. friends. i dont doubt i still have good friends. but it feels so weird when some just disappear after getting attatched. they just vanish. thats my sec sch mates that im close to. then comes my classmates in poly. sometimes i feel im in the wrong class. i should have just changed and followed germaine. the other half of the class that are new, i cant seem to find a face that i can click with. and the other half that were from year one, some shit problems here and there. and i dont noe who im gonna click with. its as if im planning who i wanna be with but, the fact is, im not comfortable with some. maybe im just a fussy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. volleyball. i dont noe how to describe my feelings. i definitely enjoy playing vball and crapping with the comm. but somehow, i feel i dont have wat it takes to be in the comm. not only do i not play well. there is this feeling that i dont noe how to describe. oh wells. time will tell. and i hope i can go for those chill outs with them. darn family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly. family. as ive said before. wat may appear as a happy family is actually bullshit. ive always been told to set a good example for my sister coz im the eldest. so shouldnt they, as parents, or rather, the father, set a good example. at least for whatever u want ur daughters to follow. or even better, set an example that relates to how u want to control ur daughters. u dont say and implement rules for ur daughter and yet break them umpteen times. for goodness sake, be a better father, husband and son. apart from that, when we, a family of 4, sit in the car tog. mostly only on sat nights, it feels like it is only a family of 3. there, the 3 of them will joke and laugh, while i force myself to sleep and ignore the surroundings. while forcing, i think to myself. how did i get myself into such a situation? the truth is, im more obedient den my sister. at her age, i didnt travel to town, have a boyfriend or anth like that. town with my friends was about the last thing i did in sec sch. just that 2 words that was meant to help my mother got me into such a plight. oh wells. thats life. unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my distant cousin. though not very close, he still has the poh blood. as those who are close to me may noe how small my family is. thus, i kinda feel for him. ill just have to pray that the opp goes well and he will be normal again. when will such shit stop happening to the poh family man. he is only 19 this year. spare him. hai. brain tumour is nth light man. to those out there that like to use illnesses and all these shit to get sympathy, maybe u guys should be the ones down with these illneses. morons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-2157935079997689934?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/2157935079997689934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=2157935079997689934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/2157935079997689934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/2157935079997689934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-2825534994335941426</id><published>2007-04-11T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T01:11:22.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM BACK FROM THAILAND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a 14 days trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;there is so much to say, i dont noe how to pen them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;better den i expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;definitely learnt and experience more than what ive given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;trying to appreciate things, such as a concrete ground and a roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;glad ive managed to touch lives with that little that i contributed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;overcame many fears, such as bathing with COLD water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;trekking through forest fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ive known more people from spore and thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;people that itll be hard to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the Thais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; -Dong. the sweetest boy. ill definitely never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; -Piying. though the communication breakdown, i sense the caring and    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;   thoughtful nature of urs. a very sporting lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Miu. ur cheefulness and gayfulness never fails to brighten us up after a long    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;  day of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Champ and Bee. cheeky, fun, bubbly, interesting, sweet friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Kai. ur thai songs and cheerfulness brightened us too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Pastor. I love ur pick-up!! thanks for bringin us to the banana boat rides. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- and Noi and the rest, thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;these were the people ive met over my 15 days. people that we've bonded so well with and we parted so quickly. thank you for everything uve done for us over our stay in thailand. especially the farewell dinner, with fabulous ambience and food. not forgetting the lanterns that gave of fireworks as it lifted into the sky. WONDERFUL. thank you guys for everything that made this trip possible. it was hard parting with all of u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the singaporeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lectuerers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Adrian. more like a friend. a very nice lectuerer. dai-dee king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-Audrey. though u never fail to pick on me, ur lame jokes did make us smile most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;fellow school mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-kelly and joyce. ever loud and spontaneous people. definitely did entertain us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; when they were in their good mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-yingning, huiyu, huifang. the 3 masketiers. yingning, the big mouth, very glad i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; got to know u better. cartoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- russel, gary and george. 3 very nice, lame,cheerful guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-jonathan. though he never fails to irritate, truly has a good heart at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Hong ming and magician Ben. emo-ing away the last few days, but  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;   neverthelss, did entertain us a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-tiffany. my BRUDDER!! the shortest in our team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-wei zhen. quiet and has a strong will power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- shirin. STOP laughing away. hahha. but its kinda cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-yanhui. thanks for almost drowning me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-shuhui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AND TO MY DEAREST GERMAINE. thank you for elbowing my at the sweetest spot ever. haha. definitely a GREAT friend. she scolded someone for me. haha. remb who?? thanks for everything dude!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;obedient and grateful children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;there are many things ive yet to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;really too many to write them all down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;im still not used to living back in spore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;adapted too well into the culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;simple is the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ill definitely visit thailand again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;visit the CSP people and to do more community work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i wanna do all these with my own hard earned money. (my aim!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i think, if i was in thailand for a longer period of time, i'd only miss my sister and a few friends. nth more. i never even thought of my laptop when iwas there. amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TWO THUMBS UP FOR EVERYONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;THAILAND SU SU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SINGAPORE SU SU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;=))))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a marvellous trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6th of april.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;back to spore. sleeped, eat, pooped, pee-ed, sleep, eat........for the next 3 days till sunday. before i could even recouperate all my energy, im down for official workshop camp. there went my gathering session with my fellow serve thai peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9th, 10th, 11th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;official camp. learnt many many many new things. training us to be trainers, referees and scorers. tough it was to cramp so many things in within only 2 days. i know ill definitely fail the test BUT, i never regretted coming for this as ive learnt many things i never thought ill ever understand or even bother to understand. apart from that, it had a thousand and one elements of fun. and EXTRA curriculum lessons such as the 31st hand sign. PU BOR!! hah. muderer till 4am?? my god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;to end off with an emo note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;my friend told me once that she was very fed-up coz she introduced her friend to another of her friend and they got very much closer to each other and she felt very weird. and i think thats how im feeling now. oh wells. thats how the world works right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-2825534994335941426?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/2825534994335941426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=2825534994335941426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/2825534994335941426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/2825534994335941426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-back-from-thailand.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-1154315099484696410</id><published>2007-03-22T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:35:44.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and this is for SABRINA. dont say i never blog abt u eh? u small, bloody smart, cute, dwarf. take care and have fun at FOC and BAOC. ill see u in sch sooon. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i wanna see wat u told me when im back ya? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-1154315099484696410?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/1154315099484696410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=1154315099484696410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/1154315099484696410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/1154315099484696410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-this-is-for-sabrina.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-7436656130537273609</id><published>2007-03-22T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T23:33:29.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yesterday was the 21st or march. siginifies 1 whole year of cold war. i dont noe how long more this will last but i certainly hope its not forever. anyways. happy 2oth wedding anniversary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;will be leaving for thailand in about 6 hours time. im kinda ecxcited for the trip. though a little worried if i can last 15 days. i hope ive brought all that i need. lastly, take care people. ill see u guys back soon. will be missing u guys. nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-7436656130537273609?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/7436656130537273609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=7436656130537273609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/7436656130537273609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/7436656130537273609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-was-21st-or-march.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-6198242503746517458</id><published>2007-03-17T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T15:58:40.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blooooody hell. all that i typed went missin. blooger sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;busy busy week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyways. im gonna sum up everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;monday. music and lyrics, marche, shopped, home with jack ass. that moron still collects stickers. can u believe that?? HAHA. and she walks into every freaking shop. mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tuesday. zoo-ed with the kids from chen su len methodist home. fun bunch of kids with an exception with 2 rude ones. my kiddo was this 3 year old girl, natalie. small, shy little girl with very very bad moodswings. i think she had short attention span. she shat twice and i had to clean her up. that was a fun experience. haha. and when everyone was sitting down and playing at the playground, i was chasing her all round the playground making sure that she doesnt fall coz she is really really puny. that totally drained all my energy man. as i said, she had bad moodswings. she wont follow me throughout the whole time at the zoo. adrian carried her for quite a long time, den she followed me again. den she left woth one of the guardians that follwed us, and followed me and off she went to the guardian a few times. and when i try to carry her when she runs to the guardian., she cries. omg. i had a headache man. but she was really really a very cute girl. some said she looks like me. do i look that cute?? HAHA. i wish. i think i kinda miss her. carrying her was kinda fun and when she hugged me on a few occassions, it felt soo nice. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;germaine was damn lucky to get a pri 4 girl. didnt have to hold hands, just needa follow behind her. lucky shit. and the pri 4 kid could even call her lame. can u imagine how lame germaine is??? GROW UP, DUDE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ill post the pics up when i get them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weds. met germaine, sarah and dennis in sch to print the w/s to teach eng in thailand. sorting the w/s was hell man. lunched. and dennis germains and i continued with making the 3 big bodies to teach the kids parts of the bodies. makinthat was really really fun. all 3 of us went high. i think the worst was dennis. didnt noe she could be sooo rowdy. HAHA. annyways, they are called, tom, dick and mary. really pretty people. HAHA. will take a pic of them and post them up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thurs. met jun, went to pay piano fees and off i went for training. after drying the court, and just barely started to perspire, melissa brought the rain with her. so off we went for early dinner. the rain has been spoiling trainings and my basic skills are horrible. damn it. i hope it doesnt rain on tues. god, let me have a good training before i go off to thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today. I SLEPT FOR A GOOD 20 HOURS THROUGHOUT THE DAY, POWER MAN!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;michelle is still in hk, germaine in genting. come back soon people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thats abt it folks. bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-6198242503746517458?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/6198242503746517458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=6198242503746517458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/6198242503746517458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/6198242503746517458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/03/blooooody-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-5007851164589215332</id><published>2007-03-11T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:51:31.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;sister and i became marias today. vacumn and mopped floor, washed, hung, fold the clothes, super marketing, cooked dinner, washed up, clean the bloody decoration tables and now i have to wash toilet. but i doubt ill wash, im dead beat. havent done so much for a long time man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i like the date today. its the ELEVENTH of march. just 2 months away from my bday. HAHA. seems like i always get happy on the 11 of march. and coincidentally,  the 2 times that i was in the lift, 2 times the other person in the lift asked to help him/her press story 8. 2 eights get u 88. so, 11th may 88. should buy number today man. i think i will strike. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;JUN. where have u gone to?? havent seen u online for the longest time. where is the date we were supposed to have huh?? dunno why ive been thinking of u this 2 days. havent seen u for too long i guess? haha. i miss u man!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;thats abt it. BYE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-5007851164589215332?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/5007851164589215332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=5007851164589215332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/5007851164589215332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/5007851164589215332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/03/maria-sister-and-i-became-marias-today.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-7698666771141528612</id><published>2007-03-11T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:22:52.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLASS REUNION , and RANDOM STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having dinner at some restaurant and i saw a whole large group of ladies of abt 40 plus years old makin hell a lot of noise. den one of them came to apologise and said that it was their class reunion. they are surely from an all girls sch ccoz it was all ladies. one thought came into my mind instantly. WILL MY SEC SCHOOL MATES BE LIKE THAT 20 YEARS DOWN THE ROAD?? just 2 years has passed and it is already so hard to get half the class. wat more the whole class in 20 years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. i dont noe why. but i miss jun. where the hell are u man?? ask me out sooon. it has been ages. =(  this is so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. michelle was talking abt liking someone and all. and i thought to myself. when am i gonna get attatched? HAHA. lame. i wanna consentrate on my studies. seeing my cousin applying to unversity makes me wanna work my ass off and also go to the u. i dont wanna be left with just a diploma when my cousin and sis all have degrees. but. my first year is already so badly screwed up. how am i gonna make it to the u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-7698666771141528612?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/7698666771141528612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=7698666771141528612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/7698666771141528612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/7698666771141528612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/03/class-reunion-i-was-having-dinner-at.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-1931040127628643633</id><published>2007-03-09T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T17:43:35.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM BACK FROM CAMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;maybe not camp. chalet more like it. its supposed to bond us but it seems more like finding ur one clique. nth unusual that germaine and i have the smallest clique? Hmm. i cant seem to figure the reason why we aint as sociable as the rest. or rather why we cant just blend in tog with the rest. okay. at least we made friends with 2 really really crazy girls. Hmm. u should hear the way they swear at people man. they are worse den me. HAHA. smth in common btw them and me? they dont look arnd before screaming vulgarities abt. one 2 occassions, the teacher was just infront of the. HAH. at least its 4 of us and not just germaine and i. oh yay. the four of us freaked ourselves out by scaring wach other abt " things that we might see at night" and all couldnt sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;as i said earlier, it was more of a chalet. their version of PT was just stretching, 10 start jumps and 10 jumping jacks. thats all. HAHA. and. i think like half the time was free and easy. and so, just dai dee more dai dee and more dai dee. the lecturer thought us a new version of dai dee, its kinda fun with different roles such as, king, queen, communer, prostitute and sai gang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;one of the things we are gonna do in thailand is de-licing. wats that?? its picking lice out from the children's head. i admit, it did freak me out. but as the previous batch of people who went told us, it isnt as bad as we think that would be. so....  actually i dont feel that freaked out anymore. we were told to put our expections as low as possible. i assume it is kinda bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I CANT WAIT FOR THE THAILAND TRIP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;i wanna go there and help the people. i wanna feel the sense of satisfaction. i wanna taste a different culture. I WANNA.I WANNA. I WANNA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-1931040127628643633?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/1931040127628643633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=1931040127628643633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/1931040127628643633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/1931040127628643633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-1767562267180806824</id><published>2007-03-05T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:57:01.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;was reading chucky's blog the post abt jc, poly got me thinking of certain things. sometimes i wish i had gone to jc. i think the environment with constant tests, homework, stricter rules, would have gotten me to strive and study harder. till this day, sometimes i still hoped that i was in MI. as compared to poly. its not that poly is bad or anth. but i just dont have the drive i used to have in sec sch. i dont do tutorials, half the time i dont noe wat the shit the lecturer is talking abt. im still to immature to get myself down and study on my own. i better hope by next sem, im gonna get used to this lifestyle and be more mature. i dont mind wat im studying actually. i love econs. i love accounts. i just hate computers, business magement, and things that are related to these. i doubt ill be able to go to the U. but. i guess ill have an alternative to furthur my studies. i dont wanna stop at a diploma. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no point regretting my decision to come to poly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HYPOCRITES. HYPOCRITES. I HATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OUT!! BUZZ OUT!! GET OUT! people. dont come to me and act pityful k? im not for that kinda attitude. i like. FUN, ROUGH, CHEERFUL, people. and. DONT use me as a 3rd person. I HATE THAT. alright. enough said about those people. btw. my character is such that, when u make me hate u, ill always hate u. no matter wat u do. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lastly. i hope my mama will get well soon. it worries me to see her like that. hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-1767562267180806824?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/1767562267180806824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=1767562267180806824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/1767562267180806824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/1767562267180806824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/03/was-reading-chuckys-blog-post-abt-jc.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-6887248146605813318</id><published>2007-02-27T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T14:35:37.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tests that i just did to kill time. but their results are kinda true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You should do a masters in business&lt;br /&gt;You're a self starter with a drive for success.&lt;br /&gt;You'd make a great entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;(this is kinda true i suppose. im already dstudying this shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;You Are 16% Slacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are anything but a slacker. You're truly a go getter.&lt;br /&gt;You never let laziness get in the way of living your life - and you can't stand to see it in others.&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmm. i wonder. i thought im a slacker. haha. apparently not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)&lt;br /&gt;You Are 78% Perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true perfectionist. You are both demanding of yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;While it's great to have goals and standards, they don't need to be sky high!&lt;br /&gt;(quite true.im never satisfied with things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)&lt;br /&gt;Your Learning Style: Unconventional and Insightful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and ingenious. You're attracted to any field of study that lets you break the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;Art history&lt;br /&gt;Architecture&lt;br /&gt;Comparative religions&lt;br /&gt;Eastern religion&lt;br /&gt;Education&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(am i in the wrong course?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;You Are 62% Feminine, 38% Masculine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in touch with your feminine side.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive, intuitive, and caring are all words that describe you.&lt;br /&gt;And you're just masculine enough to relate to both men and women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i think its true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6)&lt;br /&gt;Your True Love Is a Cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Cancer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer's loyal and sincere heart makes your own sensitive heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;Caring and devoted, a Cancer will take the lead in pursuing you - and not give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Cancer will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back enough to deal with Cancer's little mood swings and freak-outs.&lt;br /&gt;A fellow homebody, you know how make Cancer comfortable and at home with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha. i dont noe abt it. ant cancers out there?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7)&lt;br /&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give and take equally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i wonder...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now. its killed some time doing it. im in doubt. i dont noe what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i think im just running away from the situation. but wat am i supposed to do? It’s the holidays and all im feeling is not one bit of holidays but worries. How bad can things get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-6887248146605813318?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/6887248146605813318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=6887248146605813318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/6887248146605813318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/6887248146605813318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/02/tests-that-i-just-did-to-kill-time.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-4302837522688993442</id><published>2007-02-21T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:01:42.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;chinese new year is always the same for my family. perhaps its because i have a really small family. anyhow, i think i love my family's reunion dinner. very different from many families. i doubt there would be a family with the same reunion style as mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;here it goes. newspaper layed out in my grandparent's super long kitchen. only 3 families present. the poh's. the ramasamy's and the poh/lee family. plus my grandparents and another aunt all crowdin round the newspaper, on the floor. the usual seafood beehoonmee noodles, traditional pranaken ponte, kiam chai soup and chicken curry plus some rice and french loaves in the middle. den, we will pass the food round, and chiong for food if its running out. thats about it. very unique i think. others would be having steamboat, restaurants and all while we sit in a kampong kitchen on the floor. but i like it. i like this tradition of the POH'S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;visiting is only to 3 houses. granny's, and 2 grandaunts. and at every house, the only difference is the house and food. for the people would be the same for all 3 houses. cool eh? my small little family. haha. so, from here, u guys should noe how little ang pao collections are every year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;for today. today marks the first day of my school holidays after CNY. and. it sucks. home alone. all day. boo! boring.... and when im alone, i dont seem to eat as much. cant finish one portion ofa meal. i dont like being alone. dont noe how im gonna survive these 7 weeks. ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;thats all folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-4302837522688993442?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/4302837522688993442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=4302837522688993442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/4302837522688993442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/4302837522688993442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-is-always-same-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-6570485657755804731</id><published>2007-02-20T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:32:24.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;my chinese new year wish: freedom.trust. get rid of my stinking rash character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pri sch. i was considered naughty. i guess. lied to THEM and went to peace center or plaza singapura to eat, play and all the shit. i grew up in sec sch being too obedient and naive. i guess thats the root to my misery now. i believed that if i listened to THEM, one fine day, soon, THEY will give me some freedom to go out with friends and all. but that day never came. if only i was a little more defiant, perhaps by now, they would have ,lost hope in me and let me do whatever i want. i guess thats how most of my friends got out of that problem of freedom in sec sch. as hard as my friends could persuade me to go out, somehow i didnt dare nor had the courage to take the firt step and go out. for THEY made me believe if i could show THEM that i was able to be obediant and could be trusted, THEY would let me out. im sick of the.. when ure 16, after O's, when ure 18. oh. come on. IM NINETEEN. give me a break. till today, YOU ALL  have to call me and give me a lecture about going out. please. YOU ALL are making me doubtful that i can even have REAL freedom ar the age of 21. im 2 years from that stage, but im not having what a fractoin of the amount of freedom others are having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i want YOU ALL to know. that money is not everything. giving me whatever i want is not everything. ive had the opportunity to travel to many countries already. dont say. "girl ar. mama give u all whatever u all want, where u all want to go, i save money and bring u all. but u all must listen to me" i thank god i have u all. im grateful for whatever u all have done for me. however,  its not everything. TRUST and FREEDOM is what i really long for. for i feel that im not being trusted enough to go out. im not even askin to stay at a friend's place or anth. i just dont want to be questioned so much when i go out. andi dont even go out often. do u noe how embarassing it is for me to turn down friends every time they ask me out? and IF i go out, i always leave early. is that not good enough? i bet pple are making a mockery that ive got no life and all. can u all be more understanding, trust me and give me the freedom that every teenager has? u noe, if i look back on my teenage days, apart from school, i dont remember anth. no thrills. nth but, home, school. school home. school is the only place i make friends. w/o school, i think i can just go and die. i also thank god. that despite not hanging round my friends after school or anth, many do not look down upon me but still keep me updated with things and i still have them to count for in times of troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and. i wanna get rid of the foul temper of mine. i think its better now. but i still dont like it. i do things in a rash and den regret it. wat a bitch i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lastly, i dont know if i still have a best friend or what. that incident made me realise that i shouldnt depend too much on pple and for now, i dont feel like getting to know new pple to well. i dont want to know their flaws and start hating them nor do i want to suffer another attack of shit.  however, i wanna thank &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;michelle tan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for being there for me. despite me not answering her on msn and her calls, she tried ways to make me smile. even though she didnt noe what was wrong. just her thought and what she tried really makes me smile. such a good friend. just those assurance that when ure in need, there is someone there for u is comforting. mic tan. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;thats about this long post. ill reply tags soon. rather lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-6570485657755804731?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/6570485657755804731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=6570485657755804731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/6570485657755804731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/6570485657755804731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-chinese-new-year-wish-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-117164721591013494</id><published>2007-02-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:33:36.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXAMS OVER. CABLE SKIING. SMSS/LUNCH/SHOPPING WITH 5/1 PEEPS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are finally over. lack of sleep, constant mugging, are finally over. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;though the thought of doing worst den last sem or repeating modules suck. but heck. im not gonna tink about it anymore. studying with michelle, melissa, jun, stephen was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. I WENT CABLE SKIING!! WOOOOOOOOT! finally overcomed the fear of pai-sehness and went with germaine. Oh man! i havent had such fun for a very very long time. THANKS FOR ACC ME ASSHOLE!! hehehehehe. she's really dumb. camera shy freak. but i have hell lots of pics of her. hoho. so. it didnt feel like exams though it was over. not till we started our cable skii. followed by a OH SO NICE coconut. was just a totally fun fun fun day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. the amount of pple who turned out was UTTERLY DISAPPOINTING. i swear the next time i organise such shit, ill call only those i noe are interested. whats the point of wasting my phone bill for ASSHOLES?? and pple. dont just say u wanna go. OKAY??? make sure that u are free before committing. dont tell us u dont noe ur time-table in which this sem is already ending. crap. dont make the rest like FOOLS. waiting for u all. calling msging u all. put all our hopes so high that quite a no. of pple are going. anyway. fuck all of u who played us like balls. apart from those pple, smss. FOUR pathetic us. chucks, von, audrey. went back. GOSH. their new year celebrations was OMG. so much better den our time la!! and we were the only 4 ex students that went back. such gratefullness we have. HA. we even gave all our sec 5 teachers oranges. mrs low is gonna treat 5/1 to prata near her house!! yeah! HAHA. and i swear ill only call those i think are interested. chucks and i had enough of all this shit. lunch. had 7 of us. as usual, talkin about sec school life never bores us out. HAH. von and aud went seperate ways. chucks left coz she was bored seeing the rest of us trying clothes, huiyu left after being tired from walkin. so the 4 of us continued. MIC!! HAHA. I SAW EVERYTHING OF HERS!! WOOOOOT! haha. though she didnt turn up for the smss thingie. she sure did make my day after that. =) the rest too.nth but fun when im with them. im glad. at the end of the day, there are still this handfull of us that are trying to stay close. =) I LOVE U GUYS ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures time. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/530/3360/320/533305/DSC00190.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/530/3360/320/865835/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt; going crazy after mugging too hard. didnt take pics with the rest of my study mates. so here is only one crazy melissa yeo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/530/3360/320/707770/DSC00227.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/530/3360/320/250488/DSC00231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;popping into nice cold coconut after cable skii. germaine on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/530/3360/320/46086/DSC00048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a sister is a lil bit of childhood that will never be lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/530/3360/320/391073/DSC00130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;hello bunny germaine. please dont kill me. ure a cute and innocent bunny. yeah? hehe. revenge!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/38448882-117164721591013494?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/117164721591013494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=117164721591013494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/117164721591013494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/117164721591013494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/02/exams-over.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-117103854670859981</id><published>2007-02-10T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:29:06.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i had no intention to blog today, till i read mic's blog. the post is rather meaningful. or rather, its how im feeling towards certain stuff. i dont noe why. but everytime i have those friend friend talks with mic, we always share the same feelings and problems, its so easy to understand her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;anyways. here's a story taken from her blog, which she took from mel's blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There once a little boy who had a bad temper . His father gavehim a bag of nails and told him that everytime he lost histemper. He must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.The first day , the boy has driven 36 nails into the fence. Over thenext few weeks, as he learn to control his anger , the number ofnail hammered daily gradually dwinded down . He discovered it iseasier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.Finally the day comes, when the boy didnt lose his temper at all.He told his father abt it and his father suggested that the boy nowpulled put one nail for each day that he is able to hold his temper.The day passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his fatherthat he pulled out all the nails . The father took his son by the handand led him to the fence. He said " you have done well , my son. Butlook at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same again.when you said something in anger, they will leave a scar just like thisone. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out . It wont mattershow many times you say i'm sorry.The wound is still there. " Averbal wound is as bad as a physical one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;think about it. how true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i have a friend, whose mother is really not feeling well. and is had to happen so suddenly during the exam period. life is just so vulnerable. today ure fine, the next day, u may not be. just like the case of mrs lee, our ex principle. scolding and jokin with us today. and two days later just left us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;girl, if u still read this blog, i hope ull stay strong and study hard. call me if u need a listening ear. ill be here. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;studying has been.. i dont know how to describe. i think im wasting too much time on stats. coz i keep forgetting one chap when i go on to the next. someone, salvage me from this stupidity in me. a bad feeling that ill do worse this sem. damn. von said some words that encouraged me. i hope itll get me motivated. oh wells, i wonder when ill wake up from this unconsistent studying methods of mine. studying for the exams is like studying from scratch. wth. i need to work on studying consistently throughout the sem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;treasure what u have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;life's vulnerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-117103854670859981?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/117103854670859981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=117103854670859981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/117103854670859981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/117103854670859981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-had-no-intention-to-blog-today-till.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-117034671759657670</id><published>2007-02-02T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:18:37.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;damn blogger doesnt allow me to have spacing in between my para's. so its all cram. sorry people.&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/38448882-117034671759657670?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/117034671759657670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=117034671759657670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/117034671759657670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/117034671759657670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn-blogger-doesnt-allow-me-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-117034654901550056</id><published>2007-02-02T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:15:49.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;needa get myself more motivated and have a stronger will power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i tell myself i needa study. but after sitting down for not more than half an hour, i have to be distracted by smth. and the moment i get distracted, i get so "in" to the thing that i forget about studying. and thus start procrastinating my preperations for the exams. please please. i needa get my fat ass down to solely studying and nothing else. STUDY STUDY STUDY.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i was so gonna do my econs past years paper when i turned around and i saw the laptop. so now, im hooked to this darn technology in which i condem each and everyone of those retards who tried to improve our lives with technology. but this shit technology gets me hooked unto things that dont benefit me at all. apart from not benefiting me, i have to study all this crap about computers and their stinking technology. not forgetting that fact that this darn module is all so WORDY. and ms ladeedah does not like WORDS. wells. if i continue typing, ill never end. i have lots to say about how much i hate technology. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;thanks to my 2 princesses online, im hooked to msn for the next 10 mins or so. for the 4 kisses i got from mel(vball) im gonna stay online for another 20 mins. hah. i miss vball. i wanna play vball. this sudden urge to play vball. im just throwing things up and slamming then down as if im spiking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;im going mad. HELP.  S.O.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;IM SICK OF YELLOW. SO HERE IS GREY.&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/38448882-117034654901550056?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/117034654901550056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=117034654901550056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/117034654901550056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/117034654901550056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-needa-get-myself-more-motivated-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-117009154041295100</id><published>2007-01-30T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T01:25:40.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i think i should be glad that i have few nice friends around. shall be &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and thank them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;- GERMAINE TAY.. glad i knew u during orientation man. my die hard ole friend. thanks for printing my notes for me all the time dude!! u never fail to irritate me but but thats when poly life gets fun!! haha. cable skiing!! i cant wait. as for sky diving, i wanna do it. but i think ill coward out. haha. will see how things goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;- MICHELLE TAN.. happy i didnt lose contact with u and i must thank you for seeing me through that rough patch of time!! will meet up sooon ya?? call me when u needa talk. k? talkin, laughing, gossipping, serious talks, anth!! ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;- MELLO WELLO.. though we dont meet that often, u sure do brighten vball up with ur retarded face and ur ever long gossiping sessions. we can gossip through dinner man. non stop. haha. i cant wait for running sessions with u after the exams!! and please come for vball more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;-JUN TEO.. though we're not that close anymore, whenever i see u, we still have that telepathy thingie in us. such good connection of the brain, ya? and i still enjoy it when we crap tog like morons when we meet. but we hardly meet. so.. meet up soon! after the exams. and ill miss u during vball trainings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-117009154041295100?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/117009154041295100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=117009154041295100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/117009154041295100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/117009154041295100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-i-should-be-glad-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-116999988179260609</id><published>2007-01-28T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T00:02:12.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;finally all the long hours spent doing the video and sewing of pillows for vball agm is over. the theme for this year's agm was "back to school days" so we had to wear our sec school U. hah. it was sure embrassing to wear it in poly but nonetheless, i felt the comfortability of the st marg's uniform. yaya and enen were mad. they wore their uni round the whole freaking school. ha. everyone looked cute in the school u. agm was a success. obviousely the intention of seeing tears was a failure but at least everyone had fun seeing the video. the post agm was better. hah. the seniors were high and k-boxing in the lecture hall. i must say that i was stunned by enen's voice. really nice sweet voice she had. followed by liquid kitchen at bukit timah. didnt stay for the whole thing plus the count down to my partner, ming yao's bday. but ya. it was fun fun. well, it feels weird being in the vball comm. anyways, i really hope we can work together and make vball more intersting =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ill update the pics when i get them from the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;humpty dumpty had a great fall. hell ya. i had a great fall. u know those punching/kicking bags that hang down from the ceiling? was at my aunts place and i was kicking and kicking. oblivious to the hangers and piles of vlothes beneath it. so as i kicked the bloody thing, i slipped on the hangers and fell straight on my back. the feeling of words getting stuck in ur body and just cannot be projected sucked. so having to save face infront of so many people, i stood up straight away and act as if it wasnt the least pain. guess that was the wrong thing to do. some one said that i should just lie there and wait for a little while. so, my whole back hurts like crap today. just a sneeze can send me screaming in pain. it really really hurts. =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i was just wondering. i used to turn to a good friend when i needed a lending ear and after so many donkey months, i thought i could depend on myself. but wth, i just end up being happy on the outside and inside, all so frustrated. whats the point of crying to sleep? feels useless. i want a trusted listening ear. perhaps one should really treasure what u have. ull never noe when things may just disappear in a snap. zooom! and its gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;exams are drawing really near. and ive yet to really study. come on. i wanna be the study fanatic. give me the spirit of a nerd. please oh please. i better get my hands off this laptop as long as i can. its a darn big distraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i want my listening ear. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-116999988179260609?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116999988179260609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=116999988179260609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116999988179260609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116999988179260609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/friday-finally-all-long-hours-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-116947147136885991</id><published>2007-01-22T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:13:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A POST FOR MY DEAR FRIEND. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LOI SHUJUAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( i know u like orange so ur name is in orange, nice right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/530/3360/320/126721/IMG_2335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Here's a picture of u and me! to brighten me post up with ur face! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and im drinking PEACH tea now!! want some? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;anyways. got my new double decker bed yesterday and finally my sister and i got our own private room with a WOODEN and not GLASS door. hah. 2 of us took the whole afternoon to get it fixed up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it looks like a reinforest with all those snakes around it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/530/3360/320/943210/IMG_3373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/530/3360/320/890009/IMG_3376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/530/3360/320/432997/IMG_3374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i love my new bed! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;other than that, life's been the same.&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/38448882-116947147136885991?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116947147136885991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=116947147136885991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116947147136885991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116947147136885991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/post-for-my-dear-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-116939428828276562</id><published>2007-01-21T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:44:48.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;fuck fuck fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i hate my darn father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;havent practiced piano for lesson tmr, neither am i done with my homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;im so damn screwed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;why must u like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so insensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so unreasonable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so NOT like a father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i want a genuinely happy family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;not a fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i want a FAMILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-116939428828276562?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116939428828276562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=116939428828276562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116939428828276562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116939428828276562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/fuck-fuck-fuck-i-hate-my-darn-father.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-116904254268663094</id><published>2007-01-17T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:02:22.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ill update from monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;germs reminded me abt this incident. must blog abt it haha. two of us were freaking retarded. had a test at level 2 so we took the lift and up and the doors were not open yet and the amt of pple waiting out there was like sardine. so we took the lift up to the 9th floor and down at least 5 - 6 times before the darn door opened. die hard OLE! that did relieve a little stress before the test but it was still of no use.o comm test = DIEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;nth much happened. vball s and w. was kinda fun. there was a passing shower. a large one. so we got out to "mop" the court and that was fun. first time doing it. den after that raymond acc me to wait for stephen while the rest left earlier for dinner. and den. those ass holic guys were teasing us like shit. anyways. was long since i last talked to them.dinner was kinda fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;weds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;s and w. 3 of us were talking to coach. i find him very inspiring. every week he tells me smth interesting. last week he encouraged my group to sell ou cats idea. he said it was a very good idea. and he did again. other den that, he told us about how singaporean students are too spoon fed. he gave many illustrations and yes, they did make sense. the thing that caught me most today, was "dont look at the huge sums of money that u spend, look at the small ones" its actually the cheap things that make u spend a lot. think about it. shops sells things at 14.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;90&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  notice the 90 cents. we know that it actually is 15 bucks but physcologically, it is being processed as 14 bucks. so u think its cheap and buy. the many 10 cents that the shop gains from everyone makes the shop effing rich. many 10 cents gives u big bucks. another illustration, he has a friend sellin teh terik and yet this guy earns 16K a month just from sellin teh at 1 dollar. he also has this friend that lost 5k for his client. and this person was not the least bit worried. he said, relax, its only 5mil. 2 months later, he clinched a 25mil for his client. and coach was given 10k as red packet. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;last but not least. to all students doing business related shit especially accountancy students. answer this qn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"what is 1 plus 1?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ans: whatever u want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a good accountant will be able to play with numbers and make it whatever ur employer wants it to be. =) this was posed to me buy coach on my first lesson. and i still remember it. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-116904254268663094?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116904254268663094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=116904254268663094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116904254268663094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116904254268663094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/ill-update-from-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-116884207726761142</id><published>2007-01-15T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:21:17.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;germaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;germaine!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;why is annie taking such a long time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;im god damn hungry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and im lazy to study for o comm test later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;think i can just eat shit and die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tired. hungry. lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a hungry man is an angry man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ha&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/38448882-116884207726761142?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116884207726761142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=116884207726761142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116884207726761142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116884207726761142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/germainegermainewhy-is-annie-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-116879120350527741</id><published>2007-01-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:13:23.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i think i got myself too involved in too many things. that im so scared i cant cope with them. oh wells. sch exam, piano exam, serve thailand, vball committee. not forgetting the upcoming BAOC thingie. SHIT! all needs time to prepare.. argh. can i have 30 hours in a day? and can i live near school? hah. IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. funny thing about today. went to ikea with my sis and aunt. aunt bought us a new double decker bed. so we had to carry the 2 mega think mattresses home and we stay just across the expressway and delievery service cost 45 bucks. so bo hua. so my sis and i squeesed and squeesed them into a small little car, with normal KPO'S having a good time watching how we're gonna shuff them in. but too bad!! WE DID IT!! a very good illustration of. WHEN THERE'S A WILL, THERE'S A WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. so i better have a will to have a way to complete all my backside itchy involvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin went into army last fri alr. hah. missing him la. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/530/3360/320/503297/32299014935499l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/530/3360/320/204676/476103609l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                             all set and ready to get his ass in army. (right one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sounds like it was just yesterday that we were teasing him about how he'll suffer in army. and in just a twinkle of an eye, he is already in army. time really flies. how sad that at the same age, he has completed his A's and now in army, while im struggling with my FIRST year of poly. &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/38448882-116879120350527741?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116879120350527741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=116879120350527741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116879120350527741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116879120350527741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-i-got-myself-too-involved-in.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-116844941592762775</id><published>2007-01-11T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T01:16:55.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;for the past week, school was was so hectic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;that when i suddenly have nth much to rush for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i feel so empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;needa get my petrol moving for the exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;school and piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;may i be blessed.&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/38448882-116844941592762775?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116844941592762775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;project presentations are over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;kinda happy for both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;more for cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WONDERFUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;patent our idea and sell it to a security company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cool enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cip presentaion was alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;anw. gonnna fail stats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;such a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;study also no use!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;OH. table topics tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bet im gonna stumble like always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;damn it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;wish me luck.&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/38448882-116844169648581341?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116844169648581341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=116844169648581341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116844169648581341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116844169648581341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/project-presentations-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-116818223791911683</id><published>2007-01-07T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:08:04.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;im frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dnt add on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dnt push the limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;suckers.&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/38448882-116818223791911683?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116818223791911683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=116818223791911683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116818223791911683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116818223791911683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-116817429740807998</id><published>2007-01-07T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:35:38.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;my brains cant seem to function. i cant concentrate on what im supposed to do. im trying. but i get damn demoralised when i cant seem to get anth to my head or even to get started. its too many things on my hand now that i dnt noe what to start with. oh wells. the emo season is coming its way to 2007. starting to think of the times i could pour out all my frustrations and thoughts to a special friend. things are better than the later part of 2006 but its not what i want. i needa adapt to things. come on debra, come on. u can do it. study hard, do not procrastinate anymore assignments and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;its 1 month plus more to the end of year one. i wish serve thailand was now. i wanna go there to help and forget abt all troubles here. singapore is a too stressful society. if only i can migrate to a slow country. slow pace and be happy. luxury of money and goods is not impt. happiness and a stress free society is what i long for. this will probably happen only when i haved saved enough for my retiree years in 50 years to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Time, fly by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;thank you&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/38448882-116817429740807998?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116817429740807998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=116817429740807998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116817429740807998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116817429740807998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/screwed-dead-my-brains-cant-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-116809945428156157</id><published>2007-01-06T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:04:14.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cousin's going into army this fri. gonna miss his rubbish man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;had penang buffet for dinner as a farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;shiok food. haha. sinful. ate till i felt like puking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sch sucks. all deadlines clashing tog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;its making me go crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and i dnt even noe what to start with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;adding to sch, piano exam is in like 2 mths time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and im far from passing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;darn.&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/38448882-116809945428156157?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116809945428156157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=116809945428156157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116809945428156157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116809945428156157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-116785256309311333</id><published>2007-01-04T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:27:19.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i'm FINALLY done with it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i'm sorry if it sucks. not really in the mood to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i promise a nicer one when i have the mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bear with it first? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;if u really dont like it then change it k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i wont say anythin. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;oh, edit the navigations on yr own k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cos i also dunno what u want to write there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;anythin tt u dunno then ask me =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;LOVES! &lt;3&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/38448882-116785256309311333?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116785256309311333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=116785256309311333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116785256309311333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116785256309311333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-finally-done-with-it.html' title=''/><author><name>hatred</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796853163578086945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448882.post-116783906880317317</id><published>2007-01-03T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:23:07.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections, resolutions. HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a new blog for a new year. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i write this long entry,&lt;br /&gt;the skin is underconstruction by yvonne lin.&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to her for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a new year, a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;have been doing fine lately.&lt;br /&gt;not thinking of things.&lt;br /&gt;finally trying to adapt to changes.&lt;br /&gt;trying to keep myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;a good start for the first few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;summary of 2006?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workin at nosh was definitely a pleasure. fun we had all day despite being over busy on certain days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o levels results were released- not that happy but satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to stop a quarrel that had nth to do with me, i soured my r/s with my father. till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got into ngee ann (acc) - met germaine, and i guess she's my mate in acc 1.2 now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;struggled to adapt to a diff sch with a sudden change of atmosphere. totally diff. (adapting better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i miss sec sch. dai ti? checkers? trying to start conversations with teachers so that lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;will be shorter? bitching? THE WAY I USED TO SIT, BURB, SCREAM, EAT IN CLASS? not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;forgetting the wonderful friends i grew up with. most from the same primary. pri 1 to sec 5. how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;bonded we were. SILENCE IS NOT GOLDEN? yea? 5/1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;drifting from old pals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short. 2006 was a bad year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;resolutions for 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pull up my socks for the last lap of year 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- do ALL assignments, tutorials, projects on time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- build up confidence during presentatoins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shed lots of fats &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- keep sec sch friendships in touch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- persevere for another 2 and a half years for my freedom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TRY to salvage r/s with father ( doubt it'll work) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- do not be dearly affected by certain issues &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a closer bond with my classmates whom i am gonna be with for the next 1 to 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats abt it. will add more down when i think of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a good start. may it continue to be good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however bad 2006 was, it was a stepping stone for me to be more independent. no more spoon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeding. a test of who will really be there in times of need. a year to break free from that comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zone of mine and socialise with new pple, to do new things i never thought i'd do. to realise how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frustrating it is with a barrier btw u and a family member. to realise that in this cunning society, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one must really stand on one's own 2 feet. no matter how bad it was, it really did make me think &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lot and reflect on why things were like that. perhaps all these had to happen to wake me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glad they did happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats abt it.&lt;br /&gt;2007 will be a better year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448882-116783906880317317?l=deeladeedah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/feeds/116783906880317317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448882&amp;postID=116783906880317317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116783906880317317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448882/posts/default/116783906880317317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deeladeedah.blogspot.com/2007/01/reflections-resolutions-happy-new-year.html' title='reflections, resolutions. 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