<?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-9030723</id><updated>2011-09-22T01:43:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PINKed*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>418</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-943974544247477579</id><published>2007-12-13T13:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:10:12.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the new link is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkfair-ies.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pinkfair-ies.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY PINK ROCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-943974544247477579?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/943974544247477579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=943974544247477579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/943974544247477579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/943974544247477579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-link-is-httppinkfair-ies_13.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-4468757876830349781</id><published>2007-12-13T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:09:37.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the new link is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkfair-ies.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pinkfair-ies.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY PINK ROCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-4468757876830349781?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/4468757876830349781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=4468757876830349781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4468757876830349781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4468757876830349781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-link-is-httppinkfair-ies.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-7970238848498427570</id><published>2007-11-24T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:16:53.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shifted. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7970238848498427570?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/7970238848498427570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=7970238848498427570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7970238848498427570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7970238848498427570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/11/shifted.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-7766679910382398909</id><published>2007-11-23T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:26:34.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;little things allows us to see big pictures. i see it so much clearer now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to those who wished me happy birthday, be it through the net, phone, sms, real life or anything. im very touched that you people remember. its really the thought that counts. and also to those who got me presents, no matter how small or anything. i appreciate them. thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course.&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;huge thank you to SHINE, for sentosa, sushi, haegen daz ice cream fondue and the handmade shirt. its all the things i had wanted since long ago and i got it from you three. and the surprise of steph and doreen turning up was wonderful because i missed hanging out as shine! thanks for making time to celebrate and for everything and im v sorry because i know the outing caused you all alot =/ you ppl rock &amp;amp; yay i cant wait for 17 dec :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also thanks alot to my three sister guides who accompanied me today even when the bbq was stupidly postponed last minute! we still get to meet again next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lything went back to cambodia ytd. thanks for the card which was in pink! farewell, takecare all the best in everything (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel numbed. ha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy sweet sixteen to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7766679910382398909?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-5067775878767600084</id><published>2007-11-17T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:01:07.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2E4 chalet was awesome!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think more than 3/4 went. and it really felt like i had 2E4 back for that night :D most of the time was spent doing rubbish. and i think the nicest part was probably the walk to the beach, the picture on the rock (though it would be nicer if everyone was there), and the SHINE reunion in the pavillion thingy after the bbq which i didnt manage a pic of since my phone batt died :( nvm, theres always the SHINE www outing in dec :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rz7vuNuWdfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WLl_WOCMIH0/s1600-h/2E4-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133804202486035954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rz7vuNuWdfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WLl_WOCMIH0/s320/2E4-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rz7v2duWdgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/u54XVcPGH18/s1600-h/2E4-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133804344219956738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rz7v2duWdgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/u54XVcPGH18/s320/2E4-26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rz7waduWdhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GfU9Jhi2kOo/s1600-h/2E4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133804962695247378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rz7waduWdhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GfU9Jhi2kOo/s320/2E4-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay so yay. i love 2E4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today went to sajc's open house. its like super nice. theres this nice feeling in the atmosphere that draws you to the school.bad idea to go. now i really really very badly want to go to sajc. :( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im thinking deeply tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;im not like those who don't know what they want. i know exactly what i want, what would make me happy, and what it is to complete everything i've got now. but despite knowing, im afraid to get it. its there, hanging, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unreachable to me, because i wont try. because im scared to fall. its a sorrowful longing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good things, they all come to an end. so in other words, they are like time being loaned to us. and they're taken back once the period of time is over. so. its borrowed time. many occasions, i have borrowed time. i have experienced things that i liked, that i wanted to last, but eventually had to give it up. sometimes, these things were asked for. i did stupid things like writting letters to santa in the past asking for things that i really wanted. and i got them. but i had to return it before i was done with it. and thats the lesson of not asking. &lt;em&gt;a girl should never ask but always listen- JLC &lt;/em&gt;and so after that instance, i never asked again. this time, it was like a black box wrapped in gold ribbon presented to me. a present. a surprise i didn't request for. but it was still temporary. still borrowed time. and still, i had to give it back. and so. im never going to want anything intangible again. i shall only want tangible stuff, which as said before, can be bought with money. solves the problem. don't need to rely on the forces of the unspeakable. eg. fate. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take everything with a pinch of salt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;believe more in yourself and less of others.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;annoyed mood.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-5067775878767600084?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rz7vuNuWdfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WLl_WOCMIH0/s72-c/2E4-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-6308897983088491097</id><published>2007-11-13T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:43:51.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. i feel full of angst recently. perpetually cranky and easily agitated. easily happy too. maybe its mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this stuffed white polar bear at taka. its v cute. wins all my stuffed toys. im going to get it someday since my mum did not want to buy me that. instead she went to buy some stupid overpriced hundred over gold plated carps for display. wth. my polar bear :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so many things i had planned to get this holidays. but i got all sorts of nonsense instead of what i wanted. but its okay, since tangible stuff can all be bought with money. so in other words, money solves material desires. but what about the intangible stuff. they're so, unreachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like highlighting my hair anymore. &amp;amp; i got an appointment booked alr and everything. then i have to go cancel it. aaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new word. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fusch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good replacement for profanities. don't sound so vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatthefusch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-6308897983088491097?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/6308897983088491097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=6308897983088491097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6308897983088491097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6308897983088491097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-1677402036007718411</id><published>2007-11-12T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T19:42:56.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ayyy. now i realise why people are never contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o's are over but its sian. going out is not so exciting or appealing when you have all the time in the world on your hands. staying at home = computer/ random tv/ same few songs on piano/sleeping. i havent been practising. so much for my enthusiasm to take up piano then in secondary two; now piano lessons are like a burden instead of smth to looking forward too. i feel it has instead killed my love for playing the piano, when you are forced to read notes and play scales and rubbish songs  in perfect hand postures. can't i play what i feel like and in the way my wrists feel comfortable. booo :(  so i took to re reading harry potter again today. im book deprived. rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;tmr im going to get havaianas! i have been waiting to get it since forever. actually. since glo told me its very good and my slippers are getting worn out, and i couldnt bear to change it before because it was a present and it was pink. and i got my phone too. not exactly the most ideal phone. but since i didnt want any other model that badly then whatever just take anything. yay. but im still using my old phone because i dont feel like learning how to operate a new one yet. and partly because i cannot bear to chuck my other battered phone( which also happens to be pink! :D)  away so soon =/ funny how i only learn to cherish my things when its time to let it go. so maybe i should not buy pink things. because i dont like to throw away things that are pink. and i will end up having an entire pink rubbish collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. then theres 2E4 chalet on wednesday. i want to go ice skating with 2E4 people.&lt;br /&gt;and. im still bored. so i am going to eat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all endings are beginnings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-1677402036007718411?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-5278501408428674066</id><published>2007-11-09T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:15:46.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;if i could be anywhere i wanted to now,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i would be sitting in a biology class with 2E4-rians, in the year 2oo5.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; i hope that in that scenario, money would be cascading from the sky as well. because that would be quite helpful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-5278501408428674066?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-1271060188297853930</id><published>2007-11-07T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:20:43.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;yay i got the album! yay yay yay!&lt;br /&gt;it came with a nice 2008 calendar :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo de qing ai!&lt;br /&gt;my new love! since the love for books has died already. im sorry my books. i don't mean to leave you all. thanks for the past months, when you were always there for me when i was down. but the time has came for us to part, and its goodbye for now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah. the tragic seperation. okay my head hurts &amp;amp; im abit insane from the hurting heat opressed brain so im spluttering nonsense here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodmorning its 12am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more time, more thoughts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-1271060188297853930?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/1271060188297853930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=1271060188297853930' title='0 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don't scold me for saying that alr. i have many ppl cursing at me for voicing out my happiness :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yay omg time to do everything i wanted to do. no more being a mugger! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;burn books burn books!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-8771641634124453000?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8771641634124453000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=8771641634124453000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8771641634124453000'/><link rel='self' 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:DDDDD&lt;/span&gt; omg. im like the happiest i have ever been in a long while.  and double omg. the concert date, is his birthday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and happier than happiest, im going out later to buy his new album! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the new album is reaaaally nice. eg. 青花瓷. &amp;amp; im not being biased here.even if you don't like him. his songs &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; nice. and hes very cute. and no one should care about his small eyes. small eyes guys are cute. and so. lets all support jay chou! are you as cute as him?! are youuuu! aaaah! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and. olevels will be over in 2 days! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 DAYS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-6626113325512164963</id><published>2007-10-23T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:37:33.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE HISTORY GO AND DIE YOU STUPID PEOPLE WHO DO NOTHING BUT COME UP WITH TEN THOUSAND STUPID POLICIES, GO TO WAR, CONDUCT SENSELESS REVOLUTIONS THAT CHANGES REALLY NOTHING, AND MAKE ME HAVE SO MUCH CONTENT TO STUDY OMG YOU ALL SUCK BUT YOU ALL ARE ALREADY DEAD SO YOU CANT DIE AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i found out gorbachev is still alive!! and his name is in the history book! i wouldnt want to see my name in any history texts. like im so ancient. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-6114911434896952177</id><published>2007-10-13T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T21:07:57.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first, happy birthday to beloved sotu eka &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy graduation day to all :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was emotional and nonsensical. everything just felt very surreal and very sad. and i dont feel like going to any jc aft ytd's open house. i want zhss, and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2e4: you people made up the best two years of my life ever, and i will never forget those happy times we shared together as a class even when im old and grey and cant walk properly. 2e4 was the best present ever that was given to me, and i would cherish it all my life. the days spent tgt were long over, but the memories of it lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4e6: thank you for being part of my secondary school life, especially to some people in e6. and i would not forget that i was once part of 4e6, and all those nonsense we have been through tgt. even though we were never that united and there were many conflicts and all, its sad to think we would never sit in the same classroom again, to annoy the teachers with us being noisy and unattentive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guides: the place where i found my best friends. once a guide, always a guide. i will miss the sec4 batch, the camps, campfires alot. to the ppl still in gg, love the cca while you are in it. because it will only be the best, if you choose to make the best out of it. and dont pon cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss three teachers most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms tan sl, my lower sec ft and gg teacher, who left a deep impression on me in many many ways,&lt;br /&gt;mrs ngiam my upper sec ft who i think is the only person who could make me love physics after hating it for two whole years, and we would definitely visit you when we come back,&lt;br /&gt;mrs koh, the best amaths, most dedicated teacher i ever and would ever come across. i would try not to let my laziness rule me, and instead rule the amaths paper with the ruler you gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. im not going to miss these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chun, because our friendship still has a long way to go with all the pacts we made, and grand plans we laid ahead, including universal studios, bintan suntanning, australia, duck &amp;amp;donks cafe etc. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph, cass, carine, i dont care but we are going to keep in touch even if we are spread over the different continents of the world. (: best group of friends, my three guidesisters :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fpbgfffanks, as you said, we'll keep in contact always. besties forever and ever, with loads of fun, laughter and stickers in the friendship. hahaha. i want my frozen yoghurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to many others who have made a difference to my sec school life, like sotu. canteening in morning, toileting and you three frenchbraiding while i wait impatiently, and to many many others,  i have given you all i needed to say in those notes. or at least most i needed to say. thank you for everything, really. from strangers, to friends. and i hope that would never reverse or change. always polymerisation and never hydrolysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, friday, saturday was unproductive because grad day filled my mind. the usual cliches would be: four years passed so fast, time flies, it seemed like just ytd i was sec1. but they all still apply, and i cant believe its all over. people say, friends forever. but even so, im afraid things would change. and so, yesterday was the last time we had morning assembly together as a cohort, the last time together as a whole level. last time singing the zh school song before grad ceremony, finally getting to walk on red carpet with ppl saluting us instead of us saluting people, it hurts. and yesterday was still goodbye, no matter how much we say we will keep in touch. and even tears, no matter how much shed, are unable to change the fact that 4 years are over. so. goodbye to the school, the teachers, to acquaintances. but not friends, because friends' paths dont end in parting, they meet again further in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the school was my second home. it was not my choice. but given another chance, i would be more than willing for everything the way to happen the way it did. me coming in with tears cause i didnt want to transfer here, and leaving with tears, because i cant bear to. cyclical effect, but only physically and not emotionally.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but for now.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, zhonghua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-6114911434896952177?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/6114911434896952177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=6114911434896952177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6114911434896952177'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today is like the last day of proper lessons and school. cause i feel that i will be sick tomorrow. so i will not be able to go to school. and friday is going to be short. i feel quite sick thinking about it. i feel quite sick thinking how im not going to school tomorrow. i want to go and sleep in class, drink green tea during recess, complain and moan about the weather for once more. because im not going to get to do it much again. but tmr i must stay home (and be sick) and finish studying my history cause im way behind time and school had been a total waste of time recently. i keep falling asleep during half the lessons cause i dont sleep before 12 every night. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel so many things that i can't say. i feel very bottled up with crap. i feel, like i dont know how to feel..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as it comes closer towards the end, the beginning feels so much nearer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i suddenly want to go school tmr. for that one more extra day with the people who mean so much to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-8795354858259112120?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8795354858259112120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=8795354858259112120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8795354858259112120'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 more days to olevels from tomorrow. every second i dont study is a second of overwhelming guilty feelings. you know how much that sucks. im feeling guilty at this moment. but i dont care. the brain feels very heat oppressed. and i know alsmot all sec4s feel this way. but we all can pull through! 4 years passes so fast, whats another 1 mth man. nothing. &lt;em&gt;absolutely nothing.&lt;/em&gt; soon it will be all over.and soon i will be running waving the singapore flag down the road and shouting for joy. singapore flag, because im a patriotic person. i sing the national anthem everyday. except for days i feel a sore throat coming and days where i dont feel like singing it. hahaha. not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i sound mental. but right now, i dont care what i sound like. everyone probably thinks everyone is mental anyway. and the truth is, at least half population in the world is insane in some way. so we should be proud to be a representative of the insane half. like, who wants to be sane. its tiring to be sane and all good and everything. then you have to live up of people's expectations of you, follow a routine and be that sane person you are. but when ure mental and crazy, you can do whatever you like and no one can question you. thats why its good to have a mental problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and truthfully. i had only intented to blog one phrase in this post. a phrase that would spell out quite alot feelings. but somehow im ending up typing this stupid chunks of senseless paragraphs of crap. its okay. i have another 13 more min before i log off my computer. i believe i can type another 3 more paras of crap before i go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like studying when im in the mood too. those benches outside the class block is really condusive for studying. its nice to glance up and see the green grass, the trees, and feel a nice gentle breeze. then around six, you get to enjoy the wonderful experience of a light blue sky slowly yet gradually plunging into a palette of pink, yellow, and later to a deep tinge of blue. its so pretty. and then its just very nice. okay. ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.its good to be in 4E6. because our classroom have this very cool pincode system to enter the class, where only the supersixers know the code to enter. so at 7, when all the classrooms are locked and all, we can break into our classroom to continue studying. HA. until today. the locking door woman chased us out, so we went to the library. and it was quite nice to study there too. quite quiet. oh. and i realised the words quite and quiet is almost the same. fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinkpocky and strawberry hellopanda is heavenly and it has lesser calories then chocolate hellopanda. and i eat more than thirty m&amp;amp;ms each day, and cadbury chocolate. no chocolate is no life. so people who dont eat chocolate are deprived people. support the eat-alot-of-chocolate movement. chocolate is the second most heavenly thing. the first is sleep. aft the exams are over, im going to make up for loss sleep. i sleep 4 hours a day. the expected is 8 hours. so im cheated of 4 hours everyday. and it has been like that since sept hols. so its about 2 mths from sept hols to end of o's. so its 60 x 4. which is 240 hours. so by right if i want to claim back sleep time that is rightfully mine, i shld sleep 240/24 = 10 days. mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done thats all. i typed the whole post according to the first thing that pops into my mind. no editing. so its 100% genuine thoughts and feelings. like 24carat gold, pure inside and out. thats a lit crap. i dont like gold, not at all. silver is nicer. pink is best. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the more we struggle to float, the deeper and faster we sink in. so. dont try and float and dont try to sink. get out of the swimming pool; best. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-2613510382686037232?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/2613510382686037232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=2613510382686037232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/2613510382686037232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/2613510382686037232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/10/aaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-116635152282206960</id><published>2007-09-19T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:58:01.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again, and again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people say when you aim for the sky, you hit the tree. however sometimes, when you aim for the sky and you fall to the ground, you don't just fall, but you end up hurting really badly because you fell from too high up. you wont dislocate just an arm, or a leg, but instead you shatter into pieces. tiny pieces; difficult to put back together. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't know why it hurt so badly. but im never aiming for the sky again. &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt;, i swear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-116635152282206960?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/116635152282206960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=116635152282206960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/116635152282206960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/116635152282206960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/09/again-and-again.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-8456983527981297294</id><published>2007-09-17T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:47:20.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>prelims are over. yay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amaths sucked about the same as history, so.. yeah. cyclical effect i think. so on the positive side, it brings a close to the lousy round of exams and bad events. so its going to be all good from now on (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to vivo to watch ratatouille with the usual 4 ggs, including myself, car, cass, steph. the show is super cute :D much nicer than other animated movies like chicken little, over the hedge, madagascar or i cannot rmb what else i watched. oh. flushed away. but i like flushed away too. anyway i like cartoons. and dont ever bother to ask me along for horror films, because i have never watched one before and will never in my entire life. i like those animated stuffs better, talking animals and all :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to skypark, waded in water for awhile just to warm ourselves up from the southpole-like theatre. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Ru6RxbgReVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/taT-jg6wrUc/s1600-h/17092007(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111182905494829394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Ru6RxbgReVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/taT-jg6wrUc/s320/17092007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Ru6R-7gReWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cC-IQV7YaXQ/s1600-h/17092007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111183137423063394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Ru6R-7gReWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cC-IQV7YaXQ/s320/17092007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i love you three, my gg besties &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ben and jerry, watched car ate choc ice cream and mostly i spent my time examining my left leg, which developed some disgusting rash i dunnowhatitis. then went to breadtalk, and they bought bread &amp;amp; so we just sat around and people watched, then trained back cause i had amaths tuition at night. tuition -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of day, tmr is hike which means no school = yay fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's fabulous out of home. im starting to feel secondary two again, the ridiculous angsty feeling i get whenever you bug me about my studies. stop annoying me about my academic performance, i beg you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-8456983527981297294?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8456983527981297294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=8456983527981297294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8456983527981297294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8456983527981297294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/09/prelims-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Ru6RxbgReVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/taT-jg6wrUc/s72-c/17092007(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3027993088678093202</id><published>2007-09-10T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:36:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ay, to hell with prelims =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you history, for being such a screw up. i feel like doing a humanities department massacre. i swear secondary school is the last time im touching any kind of history/ss related stuffs. i feel so much like the subject. ( i feel like rubbish )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bye blog, till the last paper, amaths is over. i dont want to kill you with my prelim rants or my insanity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3027993088678093202?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3027993088678093202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3027993088678093202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3027993088678093202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3027993088678093202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/09/ay-to-hell-with-prelims-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-5409610252035035066</id><published>2007-09-08T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:08:28.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Guardian Angel&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face I can't replace&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm strong I have figured out&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;And waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall (let you fall)&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all (through it all)&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're my, you're my, my, my true love, my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away and&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suddenly discovered many nice songs lately. and i have officially switched from cheena based songs to english songs, thanks to influence. ( ahem, my fpbgfffank you know ure guilty of that) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i feel overfed with information. you know, if it all happens a second round over i'll go jump into the sea and never surface again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lunch &amp;amp; physics. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-5409610252035035066?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/5409610252035035066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=5409610252035035066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/5409610252035035066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/5409610252035035066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/09/your-guardian-angel-when-i-see-your.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-4536938490674881558</id><published>2007-09-04T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:45:56.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i finished mugging history (: just need to go through it once more and memorise the one thousand different fun facts about mao ze dong, hitler, nazis and im done. so thats one subject down. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; left with physics, chemistry, literature, amaths, emaths. no problem man. prelims are such a breeze. right. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going insane staying at home mugging my head off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least tmr i'll get to shift myself out of the house, to bishan lib to study with glo, in the freezing children's section. i like studying there. the colourful low tables and short chairs coupled with kiddy books all around makes me feel young all over again :D not that im particularly old. im still fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything has been pretty good lately. maybe the only problem is the weird weather. i actually have to walk around the house in furry slippers because the marbled floor feels so cold to the touch. and its radiating flus to people as well. and my throat is being problematic, making me unable to eat chocolate. chocolateeeee. T_T im going to buy a big bar of timeout, kinder surprise and that new but not so new pink coloured kit kat and eat them all when my throat is alright again. to make up for my lost days of no chocolate :D muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;afterall that you said, (and your actions are no longer the more than one year ago fault of mine anymore), theres another half a year of feelings washed down the drain. im back to square one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still. im a happy person. no obligations to be nice to certain people whatsoever. i can be mean now if i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and i love pink alot!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gooodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-4536938490674881558?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/4536938490674881558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=4536938490674881558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4536938490674881558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4536938490674881558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-finished-mugging-history-just-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-6246702547384631728</id><published>2007-09-03T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T19:11:11.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CARINE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here are two wonderful pictures i managed to kope from ziyu's blog. nope the phototaking isnt wonderful, the subjects are. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtvmRHuggKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WNUT8wWU1mo/s1600-h/2E4!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105927784360870050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtvmRHuggKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WNUT8wWU1mo/s320/2E4!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2E4- 2oo5 racial harmony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtvmZ3uggLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bta03mYGLys/s1600-h/2E4+%3DD.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105927934684725426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtvmZ3uggLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/bta03mYGLys/s320/2E4+%3DD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2E4- 2 years later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i cant help but think, ms tan's attempt to arrange us according to our old positions were futile. they are people missing. but amidst the few people who chooses to go missing, is still one big group of 2E4 people who still really loves their secondary two class. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtvpT3uggMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/njQxzu9ezRA/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105931130140393666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtvpT3uggMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/njQxzu9ezRA/s320/IMG.jpg" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and ha!! i found out how to operate a scanner after 4 years of owning one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;someone is being damn noisy in the background again and its irritating me greatly. im very irritable these days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-6246702547384631728?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/6246702547384631728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=6246702547384631728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6246702547384631728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6246702547384631728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-to-carine-d-anyway-here.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtvmRHuggKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/WNUT8wWU1mo/s72-c/2E4!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-2176425626879966027</id><published>2007-08-31T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:35:56.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;everybody, its teacherS' and not teacher'S. okay random fact. and mrs ngiam was very amusing and went down the row wishing happy teachers' day to the entire 4E6, as though we were her teachers. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anyway i didnt intend to blog as i said, but i couldn't resist it. today was amazing, re-enacted the 2E4 scene 2 years ago. could make anyone cry, really.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before i start my long drones about e4 again, ACES day was pretty fun. did the stupid vertical run which made my weak legs wobble at the end of it, but at least everyone participated in ACES day for once. all children excercise simultaneously. hahaha how ridiculous is that. and so i heard all the sec4s set off the stupid booby trap in the bag, which was actually a glass bottle. and we just kept throwing the bag around, cheating hard, and me screaming with fiona my fellow cheerleader of the day :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so the concert was not very nice, and i`ll skip that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then after the whole thing ended the 2E4 ppl crowded into the 4E6 classroom where lything did the final touchups to ms tan's present. lything and ziyu and some others i think did a great job on it, pasting in all the last day 2E4rians blog posts and photos. then the E6 classroom being 2E4 old's classroom certainly made everything seem so.. like the past. and as ziyu said, could almost see ms tan at the door there holding her sci txbooks and giving us cross looks as usual -.- then we gave her the present. but the most fab part was still standing next to the science pond or whateveritis, in the very same position we stood two years ago on racial harmony day (ms tan insisted on that), with the only difference being some people missing here and there and that we were in the school uniform instead. other than that, it felt the same. really. absolutely the same, despite the fact we have all changed physically, emotionally, mentally, characteristically. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i going to feel the same way, leaving 4E6 at the end of this year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alright. so then it was the ggs turn to go give the cards and all, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtgWcHuggHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_N-YIRpdL9M/s1600-h/IMG_2484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104854849990721650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtgWcHuggHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_N-YIRpdL9M/s320/IMG_2484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ggs, and ms tan (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtgWcXuggII/AAAAAAAAAEM/zv1bhtoopBs/s1600-h/IMG_2479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104854854285688962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtgWcXuggII/AAAAAAAAAEM/zv1bhtoopBs/s320/IMG_2479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the retards at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then went off with some of them to eat lunch at j8, walk about and went to some playground at bishan. i have became too oversized to fit into the small rocking thing at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;playgrounds =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtgVF3uggFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0I6damHo9AA/s1600-h/IMG_2487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104853368227004498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="191" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtgVF3uggFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0I6damHo9AA/s320/IMG_2487.JPG" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtgWbnuggGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FRnX7SBD7ZQ/s1600-h/IMG_2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104854841400787042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtgWbnuggGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FRnX7SBD7ZQ/s320/IMG_2493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my beloved retarded, who would be turning her sweet 16, but still so slow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtgYL3uggJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/v37f5wsmmxg/s1600-h/IMG_2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104856769841102994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtgYL3uggJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/v37f5wsmmxg/s320/IMG_2496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yay hello everybody we are from girlguides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like going to pasir ris park playground. no. i feel like going to east coast park to cycle, frolick in the water, watch the sunset, and bbq. altenatively, i could go to sentosa, play luge and sit the chairlifts, watch the night's performance and take a nightstroll at siloso beach. ha. after o's i shall. TWO MORE MONTHS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and knowledge of certain things sucks. its sucks bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if one had given something up, then they have no right to wish to have it back, for they were the one who made the choice. and i should have realised that since that day, long long ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im going to post wonderful pictures of today sometime next time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fishy: i realised u can send me the stuff via msn sharing folder! faster way, too :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cass: guides photos! :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fpbgfffanks: hello friend i just felt like saying hello to you despite the fact i know u're seldom logged on these days. (: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;chocolate is an international medicine. if i ever become a doctor ( which chances are as likely as me becoming a chinese teacher who happens to also be a millionare), i`ll give a complimentary bar of chocolate to all my patients. yes, even those with sore throats. eating timeout or toberlone when i have a sorethroat makes me feel less crap, because it allows me to think&lt;em&gt;, ha! to those proper throats, who said i cant eat chocolate too! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;see, the wonders of chocolate. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-2176425626879966027?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/2176425626879966027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=2176425626879966027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/2176425626879966027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/2176425626879966027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-teachers-day-everybody-its.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtgWcHuggHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_N-YIRpdL9M/s72-c/IMG_2484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-2878529262126705069</id><published>2007-08-30T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T20:04:27.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay its the end of the advanced prelims! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; good governance came out! and i wrote bao zhang bao dao for the first time in my life during an exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; i ate subway veggie delight which was very delightful, with sweet onion sauce which chuns thought sucked but i loved it anyway. but they ran out of double choc chip cookie and i had to make do with single chocolate chip only. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;my new name is pinkytenbrains the third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;i went blog hopping today when i reached home because i had no mood to study history. and i passed a few pretty amusing blogs, and thought of how people around me are having amusing lives and mine is revolved around sleep food and books. (for another 2 more months only anyway, so im not complaining, im stating :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;being too long on the computer can make you feel like puking. i felt very queasy after using it for three hours, not to mention dizzy like im going to fall off my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;then i came to the conclusion that no one actually sucks, its just that we all have different opinions of who we think are nice people. because the person you hate would have somebody to love them, and i suppose there are also existing people who would pay any amount to chop me (or you) into pieces despite the fact you (and me) have friends who dont think we suck at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; then im VERY sure hersheys candy coated chocolates contains butter because it leaves an oily aftertaste and i dont like that at all. the original hersheys kisses are so much nicer, esp cookies and creme. and i feel like eating kinder surprise again, because i want the toy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay end of post. im talking all sorts of rubbish just to make up for the fact that im not able to say what i really want to say, because that would be as good as jumping into a sea when you can't swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;and randomly, to my besties : dearducky, FPBGFFFANKS!, SOTUs, the 8guides esp carine cassandra and stephanie. please remember that you all rock despite the fact that you people have insulted me or my intelligence before in some way or another in sometime when we are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now im really done, and wont be blogging again so soon unless i have smth very interesting to blog about. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-2878529262126705069?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-234460244409266519</id><published>2007-08-28T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:41:34.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random pics of 4E6 and its people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtQI5HuggEI/AAAAAAAAADs/03T4mtHtghw/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103714055137296450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtQI5HuggEI/AAAAAAAAADs/03T4mtHtghw/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtQIu3uggBI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZFNpyP22shE/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103713879043637266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtQIu3uggBI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZFNpyP22shE/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtQIvHuggCI/AAAAAAAAADc/zbLjzgOzDhw/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103713883338604578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtQIvHuggCI/AAAAAAAAADc/zbLjzgOzDhw/s320/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtQIvHuggDI/AAAAAAAAADk/JWYDwuMDdGk/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103713883338604594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RtQIvHuggDI/AAAAAAAAADk/JWYDwuMDdGk/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures always make me reluctant to leave what i have now. but its okay. im sure it would be a very exciting time once o's are over. :D the thing is, we are not going to have a prom night. what is thissss T_T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i feel happy today :D for no very good reason, but still. haha okay im an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im going to track down eclipse by stephenie meyer ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner time now (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-234460244409266519?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-4644473205160648790</id><published>2007-08-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:49:43.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my room looks tornado blown and thats why im taking refuge in the computer in the dining room instead, because walking in my room makes me feel disorientated. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel bloated, having drank a pot full of fishmaw/fishball/cabbage soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway my point is just that,&lt;br /&gt;my mental state is not right for mugging for tmr's practical. so im hoping that either i get the motivation to pick up my books and study, or that my practice over the past few months would be sufficient for a decent pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellwellwell. i have finished re reading order of the phoenix, and tmr's a great day to start on half blood prince, since we end school at 9 plus am :D how heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im having a sushi addiction lately. i eat sushi like every altenate day, and i would bus to tpy central after school just so i can buy sushi to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my blogposts are getting weird. i can hardly string a few sentences regarding the same issue together, and i realised im jumping from topic to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i just thought of something i heard. and i shall blog in right here. here goes:&lt;br /&gt;anyone who insults girlguides as a cca deserves a box on the face. we dont just sell cookies, sing songs and dance the whole day, nor do we act cute( referring to hair). and btw how many people have mocked at guides, then later ate the cookies and thought they were delicious? ha! but its okay, since they are from other cca groups and naturally have the right to say whatever they want. but the worst of all, are those very people whom they themselves are a girl guide/ once a girl guide and insults their own cca. if u think its a stupid cca, well you only have yourself to blame for being stupid enough to choose or land yourself in that lousy cca. but i dont think girl guides is lousy at all. its a wonderful three plus years spent there, and the place i`ve met wonderful people. and for the current zhggs, cca can definitely be boring at times, but its ourselves who makes the best out of things, and whether we want to have fun or not. so dont complain about your seniors who have to spend their time planning the weekly meetings, leading, where all u all have to do it to attend. so be more appreciative for goodness sake and recognise your mistake when you make one instead of blaming it on others. well i doubt anyone would see this but nevertheless i feel better having said it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being in girl guides three years ago, when i was secondary 1 and we had wonderful seniors to interact with in gg. guides has been weird ever since the o5 batch of sec4s graduated, and im kind of glad we have already stepped down. i dont fancy going to cca any much more, unlike last time where i literally jumped for joy when there was cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooook. actually i just dont like school, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post is really stupid, but im posting it all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-4644473205160648790?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/4644473205160648790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=4644473205160648790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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line was playing, and actually i still use the computer everyday but i just cant find anything to blog because everyday is boring. school, study, eat, read, stone, sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note,&lt;br /&gt;im a very patriotic person! i have taken to singing the song that goes &lt;em&gt;this is where i want to be, my home my family~&lt;/em&gt; (i dont know the title, so much for patriotism. -.-") which results in much suffering of those around me. (e.g SOTU, but glo sings along with me) :D but its okay, i think it sounds better than when i try to sing &lt;em&gt;seize the day. &lt;/em&gt;and i sound like im promoting my awful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye irritates me greatly. im getting a sore eye and it makes me feel drowsy and sian.&lt;br /&gt;and i think im going to end up letting my blog die away soon, because prelims start next week. im really excited, and anticipating the prelims you know. and im not trying to be lame. because after the prelims, it means that we are closer to the olevels. which means, we are closer to the end of insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with such comforting thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;im going to take a bath! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7096581774727713461?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/7096581774727713461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=7096581774727713461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7096581774727713461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7096581774727713461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-blog-i-have-been-abandoning-you.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-7275067001620273207</id><published>2007-08-08T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:02:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello today is the release of the secret but i didnt get to watch it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross country wasnt as bad as i imagined considering i only ran about half and strolled half, and even though it made me pretty sick for awhile after the running. went to have lunch at new york new york, which serves really crappy salads. then walked abit, came home and finished up with twilight. its a superb book and edward is like.. perfect. as glo said, made the entire guy population seem rubbish. hahaha. (glo, i want to read new moon!) so yes. twilight is the nicest romance story, though vampire loving humans plot is kind of cliche. and i want to meet an edward its so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im ranting rubbish because my head throbs. and i feel a little warmer than the usual warmness, so i think im a kind of sunburnt, since according to the people around me today my face got very red like it usually does when i get too much sun/run. but on the bright side, i would be darker! :D ey, bright side and dark sounds ironic but whatever hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy national day eve, and happy national day in advance! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i plan to abstain from blogging and go mugging in the next few days (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little bit happy, even though i know its a stupid happy to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and randomly, to emphasize my earlier point, edward makes jay chou seem kind of inferior. speaks alot, except that edward is fictional while jay chou is as real as anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im becoming abit of a sleepwalking lady macbeth, talking about all sorts of different matters in a short time, in other words, becoming too random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7275067001620273207?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/7275067001620273207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=7275067001620273207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7275067001620273207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7275067001620273207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-today-is-release-of-secret-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-679897247010123021</id><published>2007-08-07T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T21:15:58.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>four and a half days of holiday, very wonderful :D&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, it does not feel as wonderful as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my brain's getting jumbled up, so i was planning to take a walk home alone today to figure out stuff. which didnt work out too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;friends, are like those you feel comfortable hanging around with, you know they would miss your presence while having fun, and you feel like you can tell them all kinds of crap and count on them to give you the best nicest sounding solution possible. but what if friends are only friends whom you laugh with together, but only those superficial laughter that can simply be shared with anyone, friends who you dont even know what they like or what they dont like, friends whom you hang around not because you feel like you belong but because it just happens that way. everything between you all seemed wonderful even before i came into the picture, and my existence would not really make a difference. and sometimes it even seems like i destroyed the whole order, and made things weird. i dont even know how to put it, because somehow i dont feel like i want to try to fit in because i cant. im different from you all and i know i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;till today, i have never yet saw a sunrise. i have pictured everything about how a sunrise looked like, wrote about it in compositions, heard how nice they are, but had never been able to see one. and so, i tell myself to believe sunrises are overrated, who cares whether i ever get to see one or not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have regretted what i did many times already, know that whats over its over, know that i should stop thinking about what happened so long ago, but it hadnt been so easy lately. the thoughts of those long ago bus rides, the walks, the msn convos and smses, that single stalk of rose, keeps strangling me. four months of being in stupid denial that i can chuck these memories aside like how i did that time, but it has still been the same. it dont help that i see you everyday. i just want to rip out those stupid reminiscing feelings in me once and for all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i havent meant to type these stuffs on my blog, but it had been clogging my brain for quite awhile now, and its quite a relief to have gotten it off me. and serves you right if you had to squint to see all this, because no one asked you to go and highlight other's posts like an idiot then see small tiny cute words and read it out of curiosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i was saying, the walk didnt go too well, because i boarded the bus when i reached the second bus stop from zh. wuss, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and im going to go finish reading twilight. and just on a random note, for the past hour and some minutes of reading the book, it had never once crossed my my mind to become a isabella swan of any sort, because though romantic, i think i would freak out if i found out my lab partner is a vampire. so, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;btw i dont like cross countrys whether they are 3.2km, 4.8km or 2.8km for that matter. running is still running and while it just dont take to me , i dont very much like either, unless its playing catching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-679897247010123021?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/679897247010123021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=679897247010123021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/679897247010123021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/679897247010123021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/08/four-and-half-days-of-holiday-very.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3634960318638812831</id><published>2007-08-02T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:25:03.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello every bodies out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is finally friday! i really wish there was home schooling. today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triple literature sucked, i used a splint to stir my weird solution in chem today instead of glass rod and ms ong had to loudly declare that to the class, had phy prac while mrs ngiam was in one of her impatient moods, and she kept jabbing at people's graphs going, &lt;em&gt;can you tell me the value straightaway?, lousy scale!&lt;/em&gt;  and so on&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt; in that irritated tones and ziyu and i would keep laughing while doing the dumb experiment. and i managed to quickly finish drawing it and leave early by changing all the values in my table to suit my lousy graph. hohoho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay im going swimming again once my apple juice digests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel randomly happy whenever i think of how its just three months more to go (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3634960318638812831?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3634960318638812831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3634960318638812831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3634960318638812831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3634960318638812831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-every-bodies-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3363119091798166105</id><published>2007-07-30T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:05:16.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hahaha im a happy shit! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092985433726125666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rq3rRKd8BmI/AAAAAAAAACs/BuFMqUFRlJk/s320/CIMG1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092985506740569714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rq3rVad8BnI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mupye9GZoLU/s320/CIMG1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arriving. i had to barge through people just to take this blurry shot. and omg waited two whole hours, he only arrived at 8pm -.- BUT STILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092985584049981058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rq3rZ6d8BoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jtnlIxzUmIs/s320/CIMG1029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092985725783901842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rq3riKd8BpI/AAAAAAAAADE/OGvfigIZ37g/s320/CIMG1051.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ultimate cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks bestie, who accompanied me there though i know you were dying of hunger and wanted to leave at some points, stood through the rain and poking umbrellas and jumped onto the barriers to help me take a pic of jay :D you rock as much as him okay :D (thats alr alot hahaha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there was this random damn lucky guy who got to sing &lt;em&gt;bu neng shuo de mi mi&lt;/em&gt; on stage while jaychou played the piano! like wth. and at the end of the song jaychou gave him a ring, because the guy sang very well and he was touched. A RING! what the hell! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i conclude jay chou is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cutest, hottest and most handsome guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the entire universe. &lt;3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hohoho yes. and i swear i shall refrain from ranting about him after this post before i really go abit kuku in the head. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;33333&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3363119091798166105?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3363119091798166105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3363119091798166105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3363119091798166105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3363119091798166105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/hahaha-im-happy-shit-d-cathay.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rq3rRKd8BmI/AAAAAAAAACs/BuFMqUFRlJk/s72-c/CIMG1014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-2597089937205566372</id><published>2007-07-30T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:42:30.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two and a half more hours :D&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FPBGFFFANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you know i love you and dont ps me to watch NC16 movies yet okay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel mental today, and soon im going to get a heart attack, hyperventilate and die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-2597089937205566372?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/2597089937205566372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=2597089937205566372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/2597089937205566372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/2597089937205566372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/ohmygosh.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3250009654473035910</id><published>2007-07-27T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:30:10.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hello tmr is a saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and the day after tmr is a sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;which means, we dont have to go to school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;which also means,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;we can stay at home and sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3250009654473035910?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3250009654473035910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3250009654473035910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3250009654473035910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3250009654473035910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-tmr-is-saturday-and-day-after-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-2377313083733240039</id><published>2007-07-26T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:34:49.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(edited)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES OMG WTH I DONT BELIEVE IT I MUST HAVE TOOK FELIX FELICIS SOMEHOW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tuition next monday is postponed!!! omgwtf!&lt;br /&gt;i can go see jay chou! &lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the happiest person in the entire world now =DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully chunny will be able to go. then everything would be fantastic ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgwth yay ^ 1939810939674189&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-2377313083733240039?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/2377313083733240039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=2377313083733240039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/2377313083733240039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/2377313083733240039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/edited-yes-omg-wth-i-dont-believe-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-4906093579668200331</id><published>2007-07-26T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:41:44.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised jay chou will be coming to singapore on the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 30th july&lt;/span&gt;! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but 30th july (which is also glo's bday), is a monday. and its at night, on a monday. which means its likely i wont be able to go, because monday is the time im amaths tuitioning at home. what is this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO GO!!!!!!!!!!! :"(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is ultimate unfairness and is one of the times i really dislike my schedule and the fact that i have to stay home and mug, and have one thousand tutions. (speaking of which i have tuition on both saturday and sunday morning, and i cant sleep in rawr) and its not like if i stay at home i will study! and its not like if i study i can get 7A1s! and its not like if i get 7A1s then its a very big deal! what is 7 A1s for o levels compared to getting to see jay chou !? what is it ?! how can it be compared at all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. actually i rather get 7A1s, but thats not the point because the most i'll get is probably one. or two if im somehow very lucky.&lt;br /&gt;on a very slight consolation, i suppose i could go watch his movie when it comes out. but its not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;screw it, lately everything seems nonsensical :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-4906093579668200331?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/4906093579668200331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=4906093579668200331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4906093579668200331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4906093579668200331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-7728624141215632956</id><published>2007-07-24T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:00:16.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pinkfairies are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but harry potter &lt;em&gt;rocks my socks off (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so, the deathly hallows is an&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing &lt;/strong&gt;book, a little different from the rest, but still wonderful. and finally i own all books 1-7 now muahahaha, im the happiest :D and oh yes, i really dislike spoilers. its not particularly amusing when you &lt;em&gt;intentionally &lt;/em&gt;burst in front of someone who havent read the book and start blabbing the whole plot and all the nice parts out =/ so anyway im trying to remove my mind from the harry potter land of voldys and snapes and get back to mugging for prelims for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. cheena lesson was a little bit more amusing then usual, and a tad disturbing to my very peaceful mindset. nevertheless, it was just disturbing for a few moments, then i remembered it was none of my buisness anymore.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;yay chun's coming my house tmr. and we`ll just do the usual nonsense like slacking around, doing crap, making weak attempts at revision. wednesdays are nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE WEATHER IS VERY COLD FOR SOME WEIRD REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7728624141215632956?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/7728624141215632956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=7728624141215632956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7728624141215632956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7728624141215632956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/pinkfairies-are-love-but-harry-potter.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-1505282038755644183</id><published>2007-07-20T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T18:41:13.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have nothing to blog about! but today is a nice date so must blog some crap for some excitement and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;20 07&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at 8.07pm, it will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;20.07&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;20 07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that nice! today is a perfect day for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE COUNTDOWN TO &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.31 pm now.&lt;br /&gt;12 hours and 30 min to the official release of it. yay. im very sure i will be unable to sleep tonight. very very sure. and the reason, its obvious.&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep just now -.-&lt;br /&gt;and i was supposed to be mugging :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy racial harmony day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i realised a sari is very hot, as in warm kind of hot, very difficult to tie, and it makes all body fats budge out obscenely. but still nice, nevertheless, except for the fact i keep rolling the whole part up and and SOTU insists im very unglam T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow will be a better day, and tmr's date, 21 july seems like a certain date. but im not really sure when i came across this date but okay nvmmm not the point!&lt;br /&gt;time to go play a little bit of maple, i havent touched it for ages since harry potter and im sure it feels abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glo; whats ur username again? i forgot, then cannot add =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-1505282038755644183?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-7136315442527326948</id><published>2007-07-18T18:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:44:39.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>attempted moving to livejournal but failed to because its so confusing, so i have to remain at blogger after all. =/ boring day today, and would be a tiring day tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7136315442527326948?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/7136315442527326948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=7136315442527326948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7136315442527326948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7136315442527326948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/attempted-moving-to-livejournal-but.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-6559234359472689801</id><published>2007-07-17T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:05:14.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man, i feel like shyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been quite pmsed lately. theres like so many things to feel, and so many things i really want to voice out but dont know quite how to. and some things when are left unsaid, serves as a problem, because no one is psychic and guessing thoughts are tiring. but some things after said, can never be taken back, and they too become a problem. its emotionally exhausting. and i dont like it when teachers preach about the prelims, they really freak me out; that im not good enough, not doing enough, and not bothering to try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, on a happier note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING DUCK!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besties always! i hoped u had a nice bday and dont fret too much about the unhappy stuffs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three more days to the release of harry potter and the deathly hallows. which also means i have another three more days to find $112, so i can go buy the set of the first six harry potter books on saturday as well, after collecting my book 7. i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel like i no longer belong.&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/9030723-6559234359472689801?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/6559234359472689801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=6559234359472689801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6559234359472689801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6559234359472689801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-man-i-feel-like-shyt.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-1467479588906987531</id><published>2007-07-13T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:57:55.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i read glo's tag, and actually i blogged this ytd. except i blogged it in another of my blogs by mistake. so heres ytd's entry :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;im madly in love with the harry potter world of potions, charms and you-know-whos, an almost perfect world whose greatness extends far beyond the perimeters of our own. and its such a heavenly feeling that is given out whenever we're reading the books, almost as if we have left wherever we are and teleported and went into it. im kind of glad i only started to read it now, so i can read books 1-6 all at one go since it all came out alr, with the last coming out soon. :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;so.. jk rowling is genius beyond genius. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if anyone want to reach me, call my house phone because i have switched off my handphone two days ago and dumped it somewhere in my room, i forgot where but my fortune says i might find it on friday. very sorry if i dont pick calls or havent been replying smses =/ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;harry potter owns maplestory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now, this is today's entry :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to amk hub with chun aft school because we wanted to book tix for next week's harry potter. but then we found out that today there were nice seats so we decided to watch it early instead. and its abit, errr. could say that the movie does injustice to the book, but nevertheless was still quite enjoyable. and harry potter is short!! same height as cho chang, the whole stupid kissing scene btwn them looked so awkward. and then someone's phone rang, and the whole cinema of people started going &lt;em&gt;shhh, shhh&lt;/em&gt; for a minute or so and it was very very lame. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i finally got a new pencilcase nice enough to replace the one im using now, which i have been using since sec2. and okay i really think i must abstain from blogging for awhile because im talking rubbish, and because i have nothing much to blog these days, except about school which is boring, my harry potter addiction because its not very interesting to anyone except myself, or when i stay at home because it also ends up as a combination of the previous two mentioned; staying home means studying,tuition and reading harry potter. very boring. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats all my life makes up of these days. i know im a boring person so thank you very much stop reading my lame ramblings on my blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-1467479588906987531?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/1467479588906987531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=1467479588906987531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1467479588906987531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1467479588906987531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-read-glos-tag-and-actually-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-7170633246962175635</id><published>2007-07-06T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:44:05.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly cant rmb what date is today. then i thought for awhile, and remembered its 6th july 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7170633246962175635?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-5024016436084216961</id><published>2007-07-05T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:32:50.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been off the com ytd, and ytd ytd because i was starting on harry potter. after finishing both the books and the dvds for the first and second book i begged cass to lend me the third and fourth which i can go and happily turn on aircon in the room later and read till i fall asleep, then wake up the next day and continue reading again. except, theres school tmr =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays paper was okay, and chinese oral is kind of okay, but makes no difference since i alr screwed up paper one. and today's paper ended early. didnt go out with SOTUs :( but i think you all had fun all the same haha. went off with chun to kbox, sang crappily and laughed like idiots before going my house to watch the dvds. and the klunch chicken is so oily, and the.. er, serviettes, are so thin the moment i tried to press the oil out of it the whole seviettes got soaked and melted away. okay didnt melt. but anyway it couldnt be used to i ate the grossly oily chicken after peeling off all the skin. and i think people who ate KFC/LJS with me will know how disgusting i get with deep fried food when i start pressing them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. my life is very boring. i dont know how to continue. except we got back ppr today and thank goodness i didnt do so lousily this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;my bro is clanking notes on my piano now so i have a reason not to go practise my scales, and because mocks just finished i also have reason not to mug. im going to have nice fun tonight. okay sounds wrong but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERRY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-5024016436084216961?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/5024016436084216961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=5024016436084216961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/5024016436084216961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/5024016436084216961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-blogging-have-been-off-com-ytd-and.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-4554982051346483464</id><published>2007-07-01T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T18:23:08.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dad's bday ytd :D&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner with another family at paradiz center and now i finally realised where daisy rock is. then went on to play arcade with bro and two other friends while the parents went to some bar to drink. played till 12plus, reached home at 1am and fell asleep. and it was so hot i actually turned on my aircon. i dont usually turn it on because air con sucks up my body waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today was an amazing morning, because i woke up a 7.50am on a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;not so amazing, because i was supposed to meet chun at 8am. and i was late again. its different from when i meet any other people, like the SOTUs, because usually we all will wake up late and then call each other then extend the meeting time for like half an hour to an hour. ahaha. except for certain occasions, ka the most punctual one will arrive only about 2mins late and she will have to wait =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway we went swimming, and followed by swensens breakfast which made me put on more fats then i lost. i only swam 10 lame laps and cuckoo duck refused to let me swim another 10, plus the pool was crowded and we got very sian. then after breakfast played arcade before going home. ducks are supposed to swim more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quack.&lt;br /&gt;(okay crap ending to a post because i suddenly want to play maple very long never play already :( )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-4554982051346483464?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/4554982051346483464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=4554982051346483464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4554982051346483464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4554982051346483464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/07/dads-bday-ytd-d-went-out-for-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-9132304627436317129</id><published>2007-06-29T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T18:56:29.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh mannn.&lt;br /&gt;i feel very heartbroken now. &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha wth.&lt;br /&gt;alright. that was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;btw i saw many shocking scenes today i can die of a heart attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-9132304627436317129?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/9132304627436317129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=9132304627436317129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/9132304627436317129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/9132304627436317129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-mannn.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-5339012373935610295</id><published>2007-06-28T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:21:06.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This, was the fantastic poem for literature unseen poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another Lullaby for Insomniacs&lt;br /&gt;by A. E. Stallings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sleep, she will not linger:&lt;br /&gt;She turns her moon-cold shoulder&lt;br /&gt;With no ring on her finger,&lt;br /&gt;You cannot hope to hold her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;She turns her moon-cold shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;And tosses off the cover;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot hope to hold her:&lt;br /&gt;She has another lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tosses off the cover&lt;br /&gt;And lays the darkness bare.&lt;br /&gt;She has another lover.&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is otherwhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lays the darkness bare.&lt;br /&gt;You slowly realize&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is otherwhere.&lt;br /&gt;There's distance in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You slowly realize&lt;br /&gt;That she will never linger,&lt;br /&gt;With distance in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And no ring on her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literature was rubbish, esp the JLC question on lindo jong. it was pure nonsense. tomorow theres three papers, and my beloved weekend approaches. and of course theres something in between the papers and the weekend, which is the opposite of flower. SOTU knows. except that its untrue, im really going to buy a present. my dad's birthday is on saturday and i still have totally no idea what i am going to buy, because my mum practically bought him everything there is to buy, wallet, keypouch, tie, two books. i dont even get so many presents from her la. how biassss :( maybe i`ll get chocolates. then i can eat them too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im in love with this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ride for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danity Kane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lately, I've been tryna fight whatever's pulling us under &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's got a hold and really making me wonder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what it takes to get through I gotta stick with you, my baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby tell me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'm foolishly overreacting &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But being without you I can't imagine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just to close to the heart and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't stand it if were broken apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hear me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby ya gotta believe in the things that make you &amp; me win together &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you throw in the towel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm keeping my promise to you I got ya back now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When the chips are down &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seems like it's so hard for you to move ahead &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just know that I am by your side &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There aint no ifs, buts, or maybes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna stay down and ride for you baby&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've been cutting it close with the backwards &amp;amp; forwards &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's rocking the boat; we gotta get control of this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's take it back to three years ago &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you said that we could make it through whatever, ever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to me it sounded like you meant forever, ever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaving was not an option, baby, never, never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now don't you believe in a love that's worth a fight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;In you is everything that I'm missing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So give us a chance &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you dare tell me we gotta let it go? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We been on top for too long just to let it go under &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna hear that I just can't hear that and know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever you wanna take me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll go I been with you for too long to start over with another &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that you hear me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just tell me you hear me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RoN8XumH6gI/AAAAAAAAACk/x2PI5zVxYuk/s1600-h/carousel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081041551690820098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RoN8XumH6gI/AAAAAAAAACk/x2PI5zVxYuk/s320/carousel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sit on a carousel. chun and i got connned by a bear the previous time at the korea themepark to watch a lame parade and he jinxed my once in a lifetime chance to sit on a carousel. the same one where they filmed stairway to heaven too :( and kwon sang woo is hot :D very very hot. im going to watch stairway to heaven later for like the fourth time because i really dont feel like studying chem or anything. or maybe i could start on &lt;em&gt;snow queen.&lt;/em&gt; but it would be terrible if i got hooked onto a new serial now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. or i should go finish watching the phantom of the opera dvd ka lent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. my ares finally fixed itself, and i finally downloaded a day late friend by anberlin, and i actually listened through the whole song.&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;thoughts they change and times they rearrange i don't know who you are anymore. loves come and go and this i know i'm not who you recall anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmmm. the last proper conversation seems like a thousand years away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway an online msg from mouse just popped up and i find it super amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the sleep deprived zombie says:&lt;br /&gt;yizhen, i dont like the tunku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sleep deprived zombie says:&lt;br /&gt;if he hadnt been such a cheebai then now maybe singapore and malaysia still stead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sleep deprived zombie says:&lt;br /&gt;then i can meet all my maple friends HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yizhen. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mouse is like the most amusing person ever la. ahaha. the only reason i dislike the tunku is because he made me study so much for ss. merge already then so troublesome still seperate, then have one whole extra stack of notes to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel in such an unexam-y mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-5339012373935610295?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/5339012373935610295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=5339012373935610295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/5339012373935610295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/5339012373935610295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-was-fantastic-poem-for-literature.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RoN8XumH6gI/AAAAAAAAACk/x2PI5zVxYuk/s72-c/carousel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-5118926244697668626</id><published>2007-06-27T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:56:56.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im feeling random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ss is over, thank goodness :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i realised only need to choose one essay out of three. not two out of three. and i nearly fell asleep during the stupid paper while writing about the merger crap. and i think my essay is rubbish because i stated all the reasons for seperation like its all malaysia's fault =/ and before that the SOTUs were like retarded-ing about cha shao paos (mainly it was glo, haha) and gory movies that ka watches, watching sha wiggle about as ka relates the whole thing. then after that i didnt have mood to do my paper already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. today was a pretty good day. i came home for emaths tuition, fell asleep immediately after, watched tv, used com, and am going out for piano class in ten minutes. and i havent touched JLC or macbeth. but i have been faithfully reading JLC everyday while i eat breakfast, except i only take around 5minutes to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think im a little insane :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i found random photos!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RoJPQ-mH6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/zuvWBxmAZY4/s1600-h/modern+dance+!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080710482726742498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RoJPQ-mH6eI/AAAAAAAAACU/zuvWBxmAZY4/s320/modern+dance+!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt even know i had it in my com. and i miss modern dance :( last year was so much more fun, spending the hol practising and hearing the PMS instructor telling me im not feeling the dance moves enough, and giving me weird imageries to help me &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; the dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i need to finish my piano theory work then rush off im going to be late again. last week i pretended to forget to bring it because i didnt do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RoJQHemH6fI/AAAAAAAAACc/wCcZYoOBbk0/s1600-h/SEASIDE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080711419029613042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RoJQHemH6fI/AAAAAAAAACc/wCcZYoOBbk0/s320/SEASIDE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also last year's nov during birthday celeb. i want to watch a sunrise because i never watched one in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now im really late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-5118926244697668626?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/5118926244697668626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-7240014774846641478</id><published>2007-06-25T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:03:48.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just found out the newest, more amazing way to spell the word &lt;strong&gt;for&lt;/strong&gt;. its not longer ferr, but its &lt;em&gt;furh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah see. i told you it was amazing. i couldnt have thought of that till i saw it in frienster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going insane worrrrrs. o.o&lt;br /&gt;tuition in an hour, 2 amaths papers to do, and 2 more themes of ss to study before wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7240014774846641478?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-6222348965191464280</id><published>2007-06-24T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:49:08.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from gg camp and mayflower campfire (:&lt;br /&gt;aside from the screwed first day of gg camp, the rest was fun. anything's fun with the zhsec4ggs :D mostly was just ms chan's farewell party, plus bus-ing to east coast to cycle. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4d7I03rnI/AAAAAAAAABU/CFqK0P_jWvM/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079530331539222130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4d7I03rnI/AAAAAAAAABU/CFqK0P_jWvM/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;flower balloon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4d7I03roI/AAAAAAAAABc/t5qHseW7suE/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079530331539222146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4d7I03roI/AAAAAAAAABc/t5qHseW7suE/s320/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4d7Y03rpI/AAAAAAAAABk/e1BOa7pECbQ/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079530335834189458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4d7Y03rpI/AAAAAAAAABk/e1BOa7pECbQ/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showing off the flower balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4e9Y03rtI/AAAAAAAAACE/yp3dJVZ10JQ/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079531469705555666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4e9Y03rtI/AAAAAAAAACE/yp3dJVZ10JQ/s320/21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec4s o5, o6, o7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4e9I03rsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2wLNx0iOIc0/s1600-h/17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079531465410588354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4e9I03rsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2wLNx0iOIc0/s320/17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec4s o7 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4d7Y03rqI/AAAAAAAAABs/n3P8_ilygOo/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079530335834189474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4d7Y03rqI/AAAAAAAAABs/n3P8_ilygOo/s320/19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4d7Y03rrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/i_rzo9m3Jck/s1600-h/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079530335834189490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4d7Y03rrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/i_rzo9m3Jck/s320/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at last, the mayflower campfire. it was kind of screwed up, the programmes and everything. but nonetheless, still enjoyed myself. my last campfire :( cant imagine that i`ll never be putting on the guides uniform again. and the cuckoo guides keep laughing at me for sticking on the ribbon for the ranks using scotchtape and sherry called me scotch tape girl :/ ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4gro03ruI/AAAAAAAAACM/NGrgOMpb9W0/s1600-h/campfire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079533363786133218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4gro03ruI/AAAAAAAAACM/NGrgOMpb9W0/s320/campfire.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; the eight of us, minus carine who was sick :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay and i cant get much studying at home. i havent done ss at all except for the stupid merger. so im going outtttttt somewhere to mug. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-6222348965191464280?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/6222348965191464280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=6222348965191464280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6222348965191464280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6222348965191464280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-gg-camp-and-mayflower.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rn4d7I03rnI/AAAAAAAAABU/CFqK0P_jWvM/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-4995890383865046991</id><published>2007-06-19T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:29:24.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zzzz, wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-4995890383865046991?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/4995890383865046991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=4995890383865046991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4995890383865046991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4995890383865046991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-10pm-and-i-have-campchem-pun-to.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-8496829071178015925</id><published>2007-06-16T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T13:08:38.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been having many dreams lately. from weird ones about weird people, to scary ones that scare me like crap, to sweet ones about the most impossible fantasies, to serial dreams that continue for many nights. but i never had one like my dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so sweetly painful. the lighthouse, the waves, and the words.&lt;br /&gt;i`ll never forget that one fugging dream, because i feel very bothered by it. i`ve been wondering all morning if dreams are real, whether the people we meet in our dreams, they met us too in theirs. i wish they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i`ve been abandoning my beloved stuffed toys lately because of my weird dreams about leaping miles over deserts and wild grasses, i think i move alot in my sleep and they always end up on the floor in the morning. my poor stuffed toys. and my mum refused to get me the big stuffed pink dog from watsons because she says my room is too messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 SR, and&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-8496829071178015925?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3312543546628870644</id><published>2007-06-15T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T15:24:17.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesss im in a good mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;outing on weds with chun was terribly fun. terribly was the first part of the outing, and fun was for the next, and terribly fun was the overall comment. haha. cine's arcade was retarded, i managed to force ducky into playing house of the dead which she complained gave her a heart attack ( while i only think the worms sucks), and then DDR which the.. foot pad is really crap. trained to marina , which also was crap. then went suntec. and suntec was fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we ate a nice dinner at some korean + jap + asian foods place. and i ate this. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RnI7BY03rjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mWrd4TgSQUE/s1600-h/foood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076184625030082098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RnI7BY03rjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mWrd4TgSQUE/s320/foood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it like they gave chicken as though they wanted their food chain to go bankrupt. its alot. alot alot alot of chicken. and i ate kimchi to make up for that time i went korea last year, when me and chun refused to even touch the kimchi there even though they served it for every meal. -.-&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RnI76o03rkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MqfXKWE_hw0/s1600-h/founain+of+wealth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076185608577592898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RnI76o03rkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MqfXKWE_hw0/s320/founain+of+wealth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RnI76o03rlI/AAAAAAAAABE/jzCDVgUFwCg/s1600-h/chun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076185608577592914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RnI76o03rlI/AAAAAAAAABE/jzCDVgUFwCg/s320/chun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that we discovered suntec had star factory, and we went in and played the DDR there until 8plus before i headed off for piano lesson. (: and i vote that the nicest arcade i went to in a long time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then thursday and today was mainly spent mugging science, and emath tutions. still have alot to cover. and im worried for my maths because i think i forgotten everything. but nevermind. later going to the airport to pick my dad from his more-than-half-a-month buisness trip. his company sucks. thanks to them every weekend we`re stranded at home and i`ll be forced to mug because theres nothing else to do and once i use the com for more than 3hrs i`ll get giddy and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay. sotu outing next week. not outing, but going to eka's house to bake cake. and then they`ll be sleepovering while i go home and pack bag for guides camp -.- but its okay. guides camp is going to be nice also. and when we break camp on friday, we have a campfire at night. my last camp and last campfire :D okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my prawn crackers just disapppeared. im going to find them, eat them, then go play game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;glo: FPBFBFFFANKS( i retyped this a few times before getting it right), IMY TOO! i just realised that when you called me and i havent talked to you for about a thousandyears. actually was only since tuesday but its quite like a thousand years when you stay home and rot. well. see you on monday (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eka: read your blog.i dont know if u`ll read this, but you takecare okay, and rmb things would always reach a point where they cant get lousier, and then everything`ll be alright after that! and though i know u have many people to rant you, im still here if you need to rant, or pull someone's hair off, or shake them till you feel better. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sha: hellooooo! hahah random, but i just realised ur blog song is addictive. once i go in ur blog i cant quit it till the song ends. anyway yeah, you takecare too, and yeaaaaaaa and see you next monday! :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;last but not least.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;duck: i want to go suntec again!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3312543546628870644?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3312543546628870644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3312543546628870644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3312543546628870644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3312543546628870644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesss-im-in-good-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RnI7BY03rjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/mWrd4TgSQUE/s72-c/foood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-6750216765551504312</id><published>2007-06-12T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T18:48:33.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the beginning of the june holidays!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;its never the end, always the beginning :D still. one more week only and have to go back to school for camp. i only got 1/4 of the whole june hols. how crap is that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. i hate my house. because its on low level, i see trees from every window i look out. plus theres alot of mosquitos, not to mention my room set is black which makes things worse. =/when im 20 years old, im going to shift to a big big penthouse on the 50th storey. with ducky. (and chun, hdbs are banned. i want a swimming pool and a gym so i can un-fat :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. rain is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-6750216765551504312?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/6750216765551504312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=6750216765551504312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6750216765551504312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6750216765551504312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-beginning-of-june-holidays-its.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-8016018942729665637</id><published>2007-06-10T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:11:52.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel a tad confused now, like im always the one who dont really know whats going on. im fine with not having alot of freedom, gives me more time to stay home and finish up with impt things such as mugging. but then under it all, i suddenly come to the painful realisation i dont know any shyt that happens, while everyone is out of home and im rotting away in the conforts of my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; alone feels shit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need fresh air. im going out for a walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-8016018942729665637?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8016018942729665637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=8016018942729665637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8016018942729665637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8016018942729665637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-feel-tad-confused-now-like-im-always.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-4244451728056105142</id><published>2007-06-07T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T20:23:15.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;littlest things&lt;/em&gt; sounds just like a lullaby. listening to it on glo's mp3/hp can make me fall asleep during lessons very very soundly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we`re lagging behind like mad in emaths. he havent started on probability because he claims that the mock prelims are not important. then he said he would stay back tdy and teach us. then i heard someone said he waited all the way till our history ssp ended just to give us extra lesson and i was kind of very touched so i stayed on for an emaths lesson on probability ( with the high possibility that i wouldnt learn anything even if i stayed). then, we realised he went home aftall. what a conner. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my two calculators have mysteriously disappeared :(&lt;br /&gt;and since ss test was cancelled,  history test should be cancelled too. im really not in the mood for it. nor am i in the mug like mad for mock prelims mood either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams, Dreams Of when we had just started things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams of you and me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems, It seems &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I can't shake those memories &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if you have the same dreams too. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The littlest things that take me there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it sounds lame but its so true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know its not right, but it seems unfair &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That the things are reminding me of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I wish we could just pretend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if for only one weekend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come on, Tell me Is this the end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why have things became so awkward, cause i miss those days so much. its surprising how time flies, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends forever.&lt;br /&gt;do these words mean anything much? i think only &lt;em&gt;friends &lt;/em&gt;has meaning, while &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; is just overused.&lt;br /&gt;like how im going to cram the history shyt for tmr's test now. its not going to be forever, i`ll just forget the info that had took me so long to memorise, to understand, but about three seconds after i hand in my test paper tmr, when a new chapter comes along, i`ll just forget about it altogether. and chapter 5: the world war one, would happily be tucked at the back of my mind, forgotten for good. (because i dont plan on studying that dumb topic for the o's anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehehehe. well whatever.&lt;br /&gt;and!&lt;br /&gt;i solemnly promise i would not use the f word anymore. not even when my entire pile of books suddenly decide to throw itself off my table when im already very frustrated from my amaths and exhausted from a pretty lousy day. curse the books and amaths. i hate dydx and all the stupid variations of it, ln, log and the craps. and most of all i hate messy desks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;not the point :D&lt;br /&gt;one more day of school, one weekend, two more days and its the end of the june holiday rubbish. i cannot wait for guides camp. i havent slept in a tent since p5. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-4244451728056105142?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/4244451728056105142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=4244451728056105142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4244451728056105142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4244451728056105142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/06/littlest-things-sounds-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-4619094471189008007</id><published>2007-06-06T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:46:33.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ehehehehehhe. i did many meaningful things in the past week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly. i go to school everyday, means i learn something new and meaningful. the first week was utter nonsense because there was so many emaths lessons, and during emaths we dont learn anything.except maybe on how to practise taiji. mr wong's some taiji pro he can demostrate it from one end of the classroom all the way to the other and then still not have enough space and complain the noticeboard is blocking his movements -.- so glo took a video of him and it was kind of very funny if you watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then!&lt;br /&gt;i actually did two chem pracs sucessfully, even though i referred heavily to the notes. but still. its an accomplishment considering i always screw it up halfway and just give up. so yay, for two completed chem pracs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;on the lit ws day, went with glo and jeryl shopping at cine. wanted to catch a movie, but they all looked so dumb. esp pirates. i have this thing against that show that makes me refuse to watch it. and i alwso have smth against shrek3. so in the end we went to walk around, bought some nice shirts, and glo made me pose like an idiot next to a baa-ing sheep. and the sotus should not keep laughing at my lamb dream. it was very scary okay, that zombie lamb. and i have been getting very weird dreams recently, especially the last one where i just dreamt of some random person in zh that i only exchanged maybe two sentences with in the entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;as ka put it, mrs  koh was being ' funky ' today. she actl agreed to our requests/ pleas/begging, to let us off at 2.30 instead of 3.15.  and for once she didnt keep going, &lt;em&gt;are you okay?&lt;/em&gt; with that nervous look on her face like someone is going to die soon. so i chionged home aft sch.. and studied phy :D how good was i today. very. muahaha. but i still played 2hrs of maple after that, when i only studied for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go and mug more since im not enjoying being on the com because im feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;to end off,&lt;br /&gt;i love ducky, all sotus, and pinkfairies! and of course my mum who bought me sushi today because i felt like eating it, and my dad who brings me random stuffs when he goes on his buisness trips :D and my bro, who likes to act like a stupid retarded cute kitty. okay. the last part was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-4619094471189008007?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/4619094471189008007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=4619094471189008007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4619094471189008007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4619094471189008007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/06/ehehehehehhe.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-6925811088477847506</id><published>2007-05-28T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:38:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chi o's written papers are over! :D yay. although it was like about 3189083 times easier than the usual chi papers we get, i have this bad feeling about it. like i can sense a B or a C lurking about my paper. but then its over, so.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR okay i cant take it. i wrote out of point!! i mistook the stupid ' shen dong' = lively and touching as ' gan dong ' = touching. so i wrote some tragedy that was so not lively and hopefully the teacher will be so nice as to pass with me with a reasonable mark for those cheem and profound phrases i painstakingly memorised and vomitted into the essay. rahhh &gt;_ and every now and then someone would come and ask, ' how was the paper? ' and i would feel a sudden urge to throw them into the sea. and as i say it another two ppl ask that. its like another stab of pain into the already dying heart =( rawr okay from today its see no chinese, hear no chinese and speak no chinese or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw aft that went to ps with fpbgfffanks and her sc to watch the bridge to terribithia thingy i dont know how to spell it. it was really quite disappointing, a distinct difference from narnia. it had like not much plot, not climax. but there was meaning behind it at least. and even though its kind of far fetched to imagine to own an entire kingdom, i kind of like the idea. imagine, you own another world which belongs solely to you ( and another person) and whenever you feel crappy or down all you have to do is to go there, and its like you are in a totally different world. almost like maple. maple is like a different world. and i especially like ludibrium because it makes me feel like im in a toy factory, a surreal world of fantasy where everything is happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aft that ate KFC; guiltily eating an entire cheese melts, half a coke, and a potato. then went home, felt too full for dinner, and drank anything and i feel very very conned. i was hoping &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; would turn out to be some lemon fizzy thing but it came out coke again -.- so i drank like 1/10 of it and put the rest back. =( next time i shall buy whatever instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and smth to look forward to. wednesday i am going to gorge on a 4 hour straight maple delight because i havent been playing much of recently :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats all. theres eng oral exam tmr. so all the best everyonebodiespeople.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ure my cuppycake smth smth spickelspackleidontknowhat :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-6925811088477847506?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/6925811088477847506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=6925811088477847506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6925811088477847506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6925811088477847506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/chi-os-written-papers-are-over-d-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3335480117146462180</id><published>2007-05-24T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:31:43.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a funny bunny day.&lt;br /&gt;managed to leave chi ssp early for once because there was lit play. so rushed home at 3.30, played maple for one hour and then rushed out to meet fpbgfffanks at srgn mrt. and in the end the entire sotu was like late, though we practically ran from clark quay mrt to the stupid theatre which was miles away. and ya. the play ended up to be so disappointing, apparitions, costumes, acting and all. it was so boring we found out later ms ow went out during intermission, went to a bar and never returned for the second half. so she left us to die inside all by ourselves :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went BK later. and the entire BK eating experience was super funny. hahaha. and it cant be typed out because some parts are censored -.- cabbed home with ka later on and arrived at 11plus, bathed and instantly slept aft that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today in school suffer from the late night out hangover. and the entire day i was thinking about maplestory and how many cashcards should i get. hohoho. and i got it. so im going to play later and i can go change my hairstyle for the 12000 acash i was saving up for :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so overall ytd and today was pretty alright. except for random odd stuff now and then.&lt;br /&gt;i feel very torn in between. i dont say anything because i dont know what to say. so i just shut up, but even that dont solve anything, and in the end i end up feeling like its all my fault. and it feels so shitty, to feel wrong even when you know you arent really so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;im not as irresponsible as i may seem to be at times. i know im lazy, i like to procrastinate, slack off, and also kind of stupid. but i know where to draw the line okay. i feel so.. wrongly accused -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr is friday, then its the weekend.i thank goodness for that. staying home is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MAPPLY (:&lt;br /&gt;IMH.&lt;br /&gt;wdyjstfu. ihewawytfaotfoagfffffafm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3335480117146462180?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3335480117146462180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3335480117146462180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3335480117146462180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3335480117146462180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-was-funny-bunny-day.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-8979346384893146947</id><published>2007-05-19T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:38:45.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my headache hurts like fooook :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. yesterday marked the death of my trefoil that had been with me for four years. the shiny gold thing that brings out the essence of my entire girlguides uniform had apparently disappeared off the toilet sink while i was changing for phototaking. its isnt just any stupid badge, its the very first one i got, because its my enrolment badge, the one ms tan sl pinned on my scarf during the enrolment cermony in sec1. and i wear it on my scarf instead of on any sleeve or on the shirt. thats how special that badge is. to me,or to any guide. and it died, yesterday. -.- and its sadness measured beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today the literature workshop was like totally nonsense. the topics touched on the JLC were either irrelevant, or it was all over the place. and the speaker had very contridicting ideas on macbeth as compared to ms ow's. it was a dumb workshop overall, and now i truly appreciate ms ow as a lit teacher. but only as a lit teacher, shes a very irritating dm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went off with chunny on a pencilcase search, couldnt find any new one, ate subway, then met ophe and xinhui at cine, so went off and played arcade, bought aloe vera drink, drank apple juice, came home, bathed and fell asleep on sofa, woke up and head hurt like mad, staggered to bed and fell asleep again, and woke up at 9plus with a headache ever worse. so i ate a panadol, choked on it by mistake, and my headache is still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, on a note of consolation, literal headaches are always better than those metaphorical headaches. the, ' im having a headache. i dont know what to eat for lunch ' kind. currently i dont have any metaphorical headaches because all the agony of past mistakes are being supressed into a tiny little box. and i dont remember them until i am provoked. and i am not provoked unless i see things that provoke me, like certain faces or certain emotion provoking songs which i have learnt not to be so lame as to listen to it on purpose knowing it will make you feel lousy. hmm. so yeah. its still there, but i cant see it, and so it no longer poses as a problem. i know it was a mistake. but its kind of long to take over one year to realise it, and abit too late to change it. okay not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what causes a headache. its like theres different sorts, a lingering pain in the head that punctures the whole mind, or some headaches is like it squeezes your whole head like its trying to rob you of your brain, then some is like a dizzy spinning sensation with sharp pricks. and im having the squeezing head thing. i know why. because i have such a good brain filled with good chinese phrases i have been memorising over the past week, and im now in the process of getting robbed of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im off to maple. hopefully it would cure my headache :D&lt;br /&gt;maple is love!&lt;br /&gt;and so is chun the duck, and the SOTUs! fpbgfffanks glo, the fellow toileter eka, and funnyfaces sha. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-8979346384893146947?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8979346384893146947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=8979346384893146947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8979346384893146947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8979346384893146947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-headache-hurts-like-fooook-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-7286051377706595864</id><published>2007-05-11T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T18:51:15.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent posted for long&lt;br /&gt;glor, im bloggggging :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i`ve been obsessed with maple lately. maple and more maple everyday. and with two drama serials. so there isnt much time, coupled with mountains of homework and activities. but of course maple takes priority. hohoho. pinkfairy10 is love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy.&lt;br /&gt;theres around three tests next week, and chinese o's in two weeks. i seriously wonder how on earth am i going to get at least a B for chinese. doing anything chinese now makes me feel inferior. the only time i feel like im not so lousy at chinese is during chi lessons, where our entire band 3 class basically all suck. except for the odd few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today smth badddd spoilt the entire day. this nagging feeling that keeps lurking about and refuses to go away. &gt;/ plus theres smth bit wrong with blogger. i cannot edit the fonts, size, and bold or italic anything. so it looks so standard and nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway!&lt;br /&gt;went out with the ggs for lunch today. not really the ggs, but just carine because the rest went to watch spiderman after eating those random foods. so carine and i went to eat a nice sakae buffet and ended up damn full, then walked around to try to digest our food, saw this nice top, wanted to buy, but it kind of revealed too much of back so didnt get it in the end. but i got my cookies! nice chocolate famous amos cookies. (: my cookies are famous. wheee. and yay. guides camp is kind of confirmed to be in june, just havent decided on which dates. its going to be a blast, with just the entire lot of sec4s camping tgt in the 1500 dollars canvas tent, ordering in for meals because theres only a few of us, and having study time tgt in the night lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more icing and cream on a cake dont always taste nicer.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes just a plain and chocolatey cake will do :D&lt;br /&gt;back to my love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7286051377706595864?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/7286051377706595864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=7286051377706595864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7286051377706595864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7286051377706595864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/05/havent-posted-for-long-glor-im.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3989871818205589446</id><published>2007-04-27T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T17:44:23.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tmr would be a better day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since things would eventually get to a point where they cant get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pent up emotions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3989871818205589446?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3989871818205589446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3989871818205589446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3989871818205589446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3989871818205589446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/04/tmr-would-be-better-day-since-things.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-41686497778598841</id><published>2007-04-26T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:50:35.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;today is a really amusing day. so much so i nearly died of astonishment at around ten different points of the day. &lt;em&gt;groundbreaking,&lt;/em&gt; as quoted from ka&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; indeed. hahaha. okay la, to be fair. some was positively amusing and some were negatively amusing. so maybe its not so funny afterall. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;going gymming with SOTUs this weekend. yay. ka and i came up with a most ingenius workout plan already, the burn-the-most-fats workout way. and then glo and sha claims they also have a secret workout plan. so anyway. its still gymming, plan or no plan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from the past. not really past, but yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 238px" height="511" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/yizhenn/learningcarnival.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest duck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="525" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/yizhenn/SHINE.jpg" width="558" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINEo4 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="634" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/yizhenn/CIMG4851.jpg" width="139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the wire is a live wire of 500A, why will the bird not die?&lt;br /&gt;(ans: because the bird will have the same electrical potential as the wire, and thus the current would choose the path of lower resistance, the wire, and will not pass through the bird. the bird will only die if its wing touch another wire of a different current)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="514" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/yizhenn/CIMG4905.jpg" width="535" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERSIXERS ! (: 4E6o7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 405px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="514" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/yizhenn/CIMG4907.jpg" width="571" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOTU &lt;3  ( from left, least short/least old to least tall/least young :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="474" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/yizhenn/CIMG4862.jpg" width="508" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sotu ka xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="534" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/yizhenn/CIMG4922.jpg" width="462" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sotu sha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 286px" height="644" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v686/yizhenn/CIMG4926.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sotu fpbff xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;today is a pretty good day as compared to the previous few nonsense days. school is getting very draggy and monotonous each day. but the weekend is coming today. today while walking to int with glor, her tution teacher smsed her to cancel tution. then i was like, &lt;em&gt;unfair, why my tuition not cancelled.&lt;/em&gt; then we reached the interchange, my phone vibrated, and... my mum smsed me to tell me my tuition teacher was unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. no tuition today! :D&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt bring macbeth home, so i cannot study for tmrs lit test. muahaha again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like eating timeout out of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;so i will go and buy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-41686497778598841?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/41686497778598841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=41686497778598841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/41686497778598841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/41686497778598841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-4373057064805928101</id><published>2007-04-20T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:54:12.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;yay today is friday. the happiest day of the week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finished reading the book &lt;em&gt;shopaholic and baby&lt;/em&gt; already and its a super nice book. some very funny chic flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;utinam babri provinciam tuam invadant &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;means: may barbarians invade your province &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;which is a brillant insult in latin as the book quotes. but then again who insults in such a nice way. it sounds like such a formal and refined way to insult someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway finally all the tests are over. even if i kind of screwed physics because i thought longer wires had lower resistance, and my history essay is quite nonsense. but who cares, its all over :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then stayed back for girlguides NYAA thingy. actl i was very cranky at the thought of having to stay for guides and everything because i wanted to go home, sleep, eat and rest. but then again im glad i stayed. guides was superbly fun, partly because we played many games( from proper captian's ball to nonsense freeze and melt around the entire second level) and partly because its just all sec4s. its us, us and us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RiiuvswfygI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bCVgG5dI4Yw/s1600-h/sec4s!2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055482716215036418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RiiuvswfygI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bCVgG5dI4Yw/s320/sec4s!2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RiiuvswfyhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DxCPidxYwD0/s1600-h/Sec4s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055482716215036434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RiiuvswfyhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/DxCPidxYwD0/s320/Sec4s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft thinkingdayrallyo7 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Riiuv8wfyiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-rhSk41TLpE/s1600-h/ggo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055482720510003746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Riiuv8wfyiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-rhSk41TLpE/s320/ggo7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sec4 and 5s guides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes. these are the wonderful sec4s of zhgirlguides. and there would be camp during june holidays. as boring as the entire programme sounds, im kind of looking forward to it, though it`ll eat away 3 entire days of my hols. but whats 3 days when school and ssp is going to eat up three weeks =/ anyway aft looking at the gg photos, i realised i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; the uniform alot. even when i have to tuck in my shirt all the way till the entire belt can be seen, even when we tie two plaits which is the favourite target of laughter for other UGs and people, even when people say our ranks looks like white pieces of plaster/ribbon/tape, even when i had so much trouble tying the scarf for the entire first three years of being in gg (yeah i only mastered scarf tying this year), i love the uniform alot. from the badges, to the cuckooness of high skirts and fully tucked in shirts, to having to polish our teeny little badges, the entire uniform rocks. and i also realised, thinkingdayo7 which was about two months ago, would be the last time im wearing the gg uniform. oh mannn. :(  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. too much rambling on girlguides already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad just came back to sg again today. yay :D finallly! hes like overseas more than hes in sg. and this time he brought me a new korean dvd ( which he says he bans me from watching until my olevels are over. like he believes i will be able to do that. ha) and some cute rudolph handphone chain and... SIA peanuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH. and speaking of korean dramas. full house is super nice. the first happily ever after korean serial i watched. :D and its so much nicer than those where they cry half the time, get some fatal illness and die. i shall watch goong next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i havent posted such a long post in a lonnnng time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a blackforest+choc cake waiting for me in the fridge!  :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-4373057064805928101?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/4373057064805928101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=4373057064805928101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4373057064805928101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4373057064805928101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/04/yay-today-is-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/RiiuvswfygI/AAAAAAAAAAc/bCVgG5dI4Yw/s72-c/sec4s!2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-4790332314076159788</id><published>2007-04-17T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:45:42.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dread waking up in early mornings when the sun havent even rose, to get out of my nice bed to go to school. i would enjoy every single moment before that, my morning bath, my breakfast, my bus ride to school.. all the way till the bell rings for morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im like,&lt;br /&gt;damn. wasnt i here like just a few seconds ago yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today's morning ce is stupid. on the bullies thingy. and theres still a reflection to be written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bullying = many many tests. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complain. complains. complained. complaning. complacent. compla. complaythecomputer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres chem test and cheena chengyu test tmr!&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-4790332314076159788?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/4790332314076159788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=4790332314076159788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4790332314076159788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/4790332314076159788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dread-waking-up-in-early-mornings.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-6368075204841355278</id><published>2007-04-15T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:30:25.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fake fake fake.&lt;br /&gt;ughhhhhhh =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven tests next week, tution every alternate day and less chocolate everyday :(&lt;br /&gt;chocolateeeee..&lt;br /&gt;rah.&lt;br /&gt;some psycho just called my mum's handphone and asked for me. then say dunno what crap. and then i asked his name and forgot it the moment i hung up. so i wont ever know who it is. shit. im having stm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just a little while more, and it will all be okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-6368075204841355278?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/6368075204841355278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=6368075204841355278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6368075204841355278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/6368075204841355278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/04/fake-fake-fake.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3908543448833431498</id><published>2007-04-11T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:24:54.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rawr.&lt;br /&gt;my hair!( is pretty ridiculously short now) =/&lt;br /&gt;the mad ms ow strolled into our class happily and suddenly during history, then pulled people out to cut hair. best thing is she keeps combing down more and more of our pinned hair and making us cut it shorter and shorter. zzz. then she started talking to my clip, saying, &lt;em&gt;naughty clip, why you let the hair fall down&lt;/em&gt; or smth like that. she must be too stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;its just hair (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and!&lt;br /&gt;i got back my nametag. im delighted :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY THERE WAS NO TIMED PRACTICE, AND IM GOING FOR PIANO CLASS SOON. HOHOHO. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the little things that brightens up the entire dark and nonsense day! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3908543448833431498?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3908543448833431498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3908543448833431498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3908543448833431498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3908543448833431498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/04/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-8015241047796005145</id><published>2007-04-10T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:36:51.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;screw the school and its lousy communicating system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today, &lt;/strong&gt;was so damn embarassing, and infuriating at the same time, because i didnt skip any detentions, as i didnt even have any to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today,&lt;/strong&gt; i am not wearing a nametag because ms ow took mine away, and the wonderful councillors at the gate had said they would double check with ms ow about it so i will not get into trouble, and asked me to fill up this form. so i stupidly filled up the form. but haha, what the hell happened in the end? -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;, some people ask whether i folded my skirt to make it shorter. to clarify, no, my skirt was not folded, i swear. the only thing about my skirts is that its altered by one single fold at the beginning of the year by my mum who took it to a tailor. so quit bugging me about my skirt anymore. damn skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so tmr, &lt;/strong&gt;i will wear a skirt that sweeps the ground, pin up all my hair, and get back my nametag so everyone can finally leave me and my appearance alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what im getting so agitated about.&lt;br /&gt;my life this year is very much similiar like last year, school, computer, homework, sleep and eat, with the only exception being having much more ssp this year. but somehow i feel like im living in a totally different world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-8015241047796005145?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8015241047796005145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=8015241047796005145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8015241047796005145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8015241047796005145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/04/screw-school-and-its-lousy.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-958015619933686404</id><published>2007-04-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:34:29.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today its 8apr, so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY FISHY! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmb to stay happy so you wont shake so much and i wont need to explode with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd ytd was fun, went out with glor, jeryl, ziyu, aslam,eugene, junyang, shawn to celebrate ziyu's bday at east coast. went to ziyu's house early afternoon lugging a fish tank which spilt in the stupid shaking bus, the from there, me and ziyu had to figure out how to get to east coast, which was pretty difficult considering taxis were banned and we were both &lt;em&gt;direction idiots.&lt;/em&gt; in the end we had to walk very long to a bus stop, board 55, count the number of stops before alighting using a bus guide and her handphone to key in which stop we were currently at, then alight at some wulu place, which we had to walk for an hour before reaching the pit they were at. haha, but then again its okayyyy, although we should have used the ingenious &lt;em&gt;straw mat method&lt;/em&gt; which would enable us to reach there much much faster than the actual time we took :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway they were at 21C, and we realised we walked all the way from area E there. btw there are only areas A-E so we walked across half the entire park. then started to eat the KFC they bought, then played old maid in which jy lost and ate the remaining chicken and with wasabi on top, and was damn funny haha. then after old maid was supposed to be eating cake time, but in the end ended up playing with all the cream on the cake and getting very very dirty. so cleaned up, sat around for awhile, went starbucks to drink and then i cabbed home and the rest of them went on to watch a late night movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all it was fun, and yeah happy sweet 16 to ziyu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday and today went out with my parents. my dad's flying off again, when he just came back last week. zzz =/ and miraculously i finished my homework for the weekend. yay.&lt;br /&gt;now i got to go sew my school skirt and make it longer before fuggerow get irritated by the length of it tmr and boom at me with her 100000000 decibel manly voice and refuse to return me my nametag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-958015619933686404?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/958015619933686404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=958015619933686404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/958015619933686404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/958015619933686404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-its-8apr-so.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3985636954834782472</id><published>2007-03-31T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T17:11:23.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tagboard replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jon- jelly is sooo much nicer than agar agar. plus keeping it in the fridge will prevent bacteria growth. ahaha. and thanks :D and yep i saw you run. i didnt know you were running! but you were fast. and congrats for winning the run! :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kaijia- okay, will link you soon(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anon- i dont really want to bother with you,  but here are some things you need to know before you blab nonsense. firstly, i didnt think im very popular/everyone likes me, and frankly, couldnt care what you or whoever thinks. secondly, im contented with how i look like, flaws and everything, but you must be a total pervert to notice me since you think i look so terrible. and lastly, you are a loser. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ziyu &amp; lything- hello :D  thank you, you two. haha. and see you around in school ((: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;glor- hello FPBFF! yay thanks.and i hope ure feeling okay over all the crap that has been happening lately. today was so screwed. but yeah, gymming ytd was cool, hopping around outside the gym madly after that. i cannot wait for the dance thingy too. see you around, ILY FPBFF :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been blogging much because everything feels very screwed these days. my PPR totally sucked, and so did the ratings from certain teachers who are not even here half of the time for their lessons because they get sick three weeks in a row on days they have triple lessons. i should start working hard maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note,&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i have great friends who makes happiness out of unhappy events, who makes school still bearable, despite all the schoolwork and crappy lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, congrats to all the girlguides who participated in sports day cheer comp. you all were wonderful and the cheer was great :D a very very good job done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3985636954834782472?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3985636954834782472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3985636954834782472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3985636954834782472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3985636954834782472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagboard-replies-jon-jelly-is-sooo-much.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-468946947994147904</id><published>2007-03-25T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:46:05.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just ate two tiny choc chip muffins that has a diameter of 2cm and another two 2cm diameter wobbly jelly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that i felt happier.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. right.&lt;br /&gt;the weather is very hot. they should consider airconditioning the entire singapore, or chop off the base of the country and let it float away from the equator.&lt;br /&gt;because hot weather makes me very cranky.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, im still looking forward to tmr's school for some weird reason or another :D&lt;br /&gt;and wednesday! where i go chun's house to cook macaroni. and the wednesday after next where its choc cake. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;something tells me i should just leave it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abstinence; so not another mistake is possibly made again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-468946947994147904?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/468946947994147904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=468946947994147904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/468946947994147904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/468946947994147904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-just-ate-two-tiny-choc-chip-muffins.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-2116860870032575461</id><published>2007-03-23T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:09:04.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;yay 4E6 (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a huge thankyou to the cast, props people, backstage crew and everyone who put in their efforts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we didnt win the drama competition, it was nice to see everyone work together and all. even though our wonderful climatic scenes got censored at the very last minute and making everyone feel so shitty, and had this anti climax person stop our play right before it ended (oh yes and aslam totally rocks la, &lt;em&gt;" ms ow, the play end alr.." &lt;/em&gt; rofl. ), it was still great overall. its the efforts that count. goood job everyone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. and i liked 4E4's play. its was good. i didnt get to watch the rest though =/ was too busy having a&lt;em&gt; frikkin headache  &lt;/em&gt;that seriously made me feel like my head was going to explode and last minute heart attacks with erika up in the gallery while sara was strolling around doing i dont know what also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. the learning carnival was quite good as a whole. the drama appreciation was pretty amusing. i thought it was going to be boring. the sucky things were like what, motivational talk by principal -.-, destress talk and basically all those nonsense talks. L.O.S.T in serangoon was also fun. and lit evening was much better than last year. the movie was &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;emo. the little girl was so cute, why did she have to die =/ zzz. and then aft the movie there was this depressing feeling that kept lurking about me. the same feeling after watching &lt;em&gt;spirited away&lt;/em&gt; during sec1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in anycase,&lt;br /&gt;two days without school is goooood.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JERYL! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-2116860870032575461?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/2116860870032575461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7984898222519046608?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/7984898222519046608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=7984898222519046608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7984898222519046608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7984898222519046608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/zzz.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-8918549803101083028</id><published>2007-03-17T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T13:27:23.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy ducky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy donks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY D&amp;D =D                                                            &lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;to ducky: when are we going to buy wallet/pencilcase/eat icecream fondue ?! :( ahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-8918549803101083028?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8918549803101083028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=8918549803101083028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8918549803101083028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8918549803101083028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-sunday-happy-ducky-happy-donks-d.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-8237757665794360691</id><published>2007-03-16T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:40:11.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reflections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christina aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Christina Aguilera lyrics" href="http://www.absolutelyrics.com/lyrics/artist/christina_aguilera/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at me, you may think you see who I really am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you'll never know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyday its as if I play a part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now I see if I wear a mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can fool the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but I cannot fool my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who is that girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I see staring straight back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will my reflection show, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;who I am inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; am now in a world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where I have to hide my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And what I believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But somehow I will show the world what's inside my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And be loved for who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is my reflection someone I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must I pretend that im someone else for all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When will my reflection show who I am inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's a heart that must be free to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That burns with a need to know the reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why must we all conceal what we think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How we feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Must there be a secret me i'm forced to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I won't pretend that i'm someone else for all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When will my reflection show who I am inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does the world offer a second chance?&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was better i didnt know what i did,because i was so dumb i didnt realise all the consquences of my actions. and anyway its all over so long now. too late to change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i could still be who i used to be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly miss FPBFF. i feel like talking to you. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i started playing maple again! :D&lt;/span&gt; (happy notes must be bigger and more overwhelming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed my pinkfairy14 so much. i abandoned it at a pathetic level of 22. and now its 23 alr yay. nice number. i shall find sometime to play my pinkfairy11 also. and pinkfairy10 who is non-mage and is a warrior. rawrrr. warriors are mighty creatures. and now maple map have interesting things like taking a visit to china and japan. china includes chicken and duck shaped monsters which look terribly huge and intimidating but is lousy. whereas japan has many tiny little monsters which takes half my life each time it bumps into me. oh. and japan sells interesting things like japanese food on skewers for 1000mesos but i dont buy them because they boost 1000 HP and i only have around.. 300HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im rambling nonsense about maple.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. its still very entertaining :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-8237757665794360691?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-1492315479018149757</id><published>2007-03-15T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:36:50.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must seriously refrain myself from watching anymore korean dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend around 20 x 1.5hr = 30 hours watching and getting emo, about how usually two madly in love people are constantly unable to be together because of third and fourth parties who pop up from everywhere. every now and then they would manage to spend a little time with each other, then seperate again and go through the same heartbreaking routine. and then in the end when everything finally settles and they can be together, one of them dies and the show ends. like sad love story. the guy dies one day after his engagement to his childhood love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. okay. but its still nice anyway :D except it would be much nicer if they changed the ending to become a happy one. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just leave it. its a never ending masquerade afterall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, world. i would very much like to know what you are thinking, behind that front being put up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-1492315479018149757?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/1492315479018149757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=1492315479018149757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(nothing new)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already forgotten what is digital camera in chinese again. its some dumb word i forgot the moment i left the school after oral.&lt;br /&gt;went kbox with glo and fishy (: was fun. havent been there fore pretty long, around half a year. but then again i dont think kbox would never as nice as it was the first time there, back then around 2 years ago.. 2 years seems so far away now. zzz. reminisce again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;轨迹 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(is very nice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;怎麼隱藏 我的悲傷&lt;br /&gt;失去妳的地方&lt;br /&gt;妳的髮香 散的匆忙&lt;br /&gt;我已經跟不上&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;閉上眼睛 還能看見&lt;br /&gt;妳離去的痕跡&lt;br /&gt;在月光下一直找尋&lt;br /&gt;那想念的身影&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;如果說分手 是苦痛的起點 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;那在終點之前 我願意再愛一遍 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;想要對妳說的 不敢說的愛 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;會不會有人 可以明白&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我會發著呆 然後忘記妳&lt;br /&gt;接著緊緊閉上眼&lt;br /&gt;想著那一天 會有人代替&lt;br /&gt;讓我不再想念妳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我會發著呆 然後微微笑&lt;br /&gt;接著緊緊閉上眼&lt;br /&gt;又想了一遍 妳溫柔的臉&lt;br /&gt;在我忘記之前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心裡的眼淚 模糊了視線&lt;br /&gt;妳已快看不見&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;somehow jaychou's songs verses are always nicer than the choruses. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and yay. im going back to school tmr for two hours of amaths ssp, and four hours of english ssp. im really so excited about tmr. i mean like, she must have planned something REALLY exciting for us, to be able to occupy an entire FOUR hours of&lt;strong&gt; ENGLISH&lt;/strong&gt; ssp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never ever had english ssp in my life until i had her as my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;shes classic. four hours. thats like, 8 periods.&lt;br /&gt;and you know i rather have four hours of CHINESE ssp than english. yes, thats really how boring and crappy she is. rahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair looks so wrong now. i need like around one thousand pins to clip it down. i miss my long and not so madly layered ponytail. =/&lt;br /&gt;i have to wait for 10pm tonight for the verdict of whether there will still be sec4 guides camp from thurs to sat. if there is, there goes my entire holiday. but in a good way i suppose. camp is fun, besides it would be my last camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-107309016924660320?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/107309016924660320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=107309016924660320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/107309016924660320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/107309016924660320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/screwed-chinese-oral-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-9120462561332617608</id><published>2007-03-11T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:17:33.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. today was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;went out shopping with chunny from morning to night. except in the afternoon i went home to sleep for two hours while she had tution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then!&lt;br /&gt;i realised supressing certain emotions is better than expressing them. in the long run it works out better. (: at least i hope so. okay random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres chinese oral tmr.&lt;br /&gt;like. omg. i hope i dont screw it up again like i did the previous time, asking the examiner to translate the question for the open discussion to me. hahaha. but then again i did pass with quite a good mark. so maybe chinese teachers like people who ramble on nonsense because they are entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so zzz. im really glad to have people like DD (dearest ducky) and FPBFF who keeps me from going insane :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4E6 got in the finals for the literary evening drama competition! =DDD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay 4e6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-9120462561332617608?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/9120462561332617608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=9120462561332617608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/9120462561332617608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/9120462561332617608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay_11.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-2036707074595295543</id><published>2007-03-09T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:43:13.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can feel like eyes like half closing even as i type. but its friday night and its the start of a one whole week of holidays ( in which half of the days i  have to be back in school for some crap or another), so i cant sleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty long day today, for a friday.&lt;br /&gt;and yay all 4E6 people who participated in the lit play, you all did great for the lit auditions,  and as sara who was near the judges' table claims the judges have good comments about the play, it being different from the rest. thankyou truckloads to all who have put in effort, and its really super nice to see people bothering to lug humongous bags of props to school for the play and then staying back for the rehearsals even though its late. hopefully we`ll pass the auditions. but in anycase even if we dont, its still a job well done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class jersey is going on good too. thanks to glo and sha who went down all the way to queensway today to find the supplier while the cls was doing the lit play thingy. and so now the class jersey is more or less settled. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. after that as usual had girlguides, the usual stuff. and TAPS. i like to sing taps because its very fun wobbling around in a circle even though we look stupid. and of course, i like it because it marks the end of the meeting. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then heard abit of not so nice things, then got abit zzz. but then cass, liqun and steph were being &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super nice people,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(cass, i enlarged it alr haha)&lt;/em&gt; who accompanied me all the way to serangoon central to meet glo because i was feeling all nonsense and cranked up. :D yay thank you you three, i really appreciate all this small nice thingys friends do. (: oh yes. and really sorry to shasha for this afternoon. very very sorry =/  okay yes. so aft that i met glo and sha, sha left to meet her friend, ate at mac with glor who was also very nice to come back to serangoon to dinner with me, till around 9plus then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;em&gt;amflkfjsoihawiuh &lt;/em&gt;started making noise again. damn sickening. she like cant stop breathing down my neck, and apparently she thinks that me taking my olevels this year is causing her to be very stressed. so stressed that she have to call my phone around ten thousand times to check when im coming home and its really very annoying. and annoying is a mild word already. okay. never mind. then after some catharsis in my own room where i basically entertained myself by ranting to my tiny pink unicorn, i became very much okay. and so i decided i must be appreciative and &lt;strong&gt;try &lt;/strong&gt;to put myself in her shoes. try very very hard indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think im getting cranky because im sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, its the end of the day. and thank goodness its march holidays now.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember someone telling me, &lt;em&gt;behind every smile lies a sad story. &lt;/em&gt;but because of my stm i cant really recall who, or the actual line said. but anyway it was something like that. okay random. but yeah indeed. not every smile is sincere, and smiling dont always mean one is happy. and also, like how not every word others say may always be true. it sucks to trust, only to realise your trust had been betrayed. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and glo, the world isnt square. its triangle. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-2036707074595295543?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/2036707074595295543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=2036707074595295543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/2036707074595295543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/2036707074595295543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-can-feel-like-eyes-like-half-closing_09.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-5133828520692903471</id><published>2007-03-09T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:43:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can feel like eyes like half closing even as i type. but its friday night and its the start of a one whole week of holidays ( in which half of the days i  have to be back in school for some crap or another), so i cant sleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty long day today, for a friday.&lt;br /&gt;and yay all 4E6 people who participated in the lit play, you all did great for the lit auditions,  and as sara who was near the judges' table claims the judges have good comments about the play, it being different from the rest. thankyou truckloads to all who have put in effort, and its really super nice to see people bothering to lug humongous bags of props to school for the play and then staying back for the rehearsals even though its late. hopefully we`ll pass the auditions. but in anycase even if we dont, its still a job well done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class jersey is going on good too. thanks to glo and sha who went down all the way to queensway today to find the supplier while the cls was doing the lit play thingy. and so now the class jersey is more or less settled. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. after that as usual had girlguides, the usual stuff. and TAPS. i like to sing taps because its very fun wobbling around in a circle even though we look stupid. and of course, i like it because it marks the end of the meeting. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then heard abit of not so nice things, then got abit zzz. but then cass, liqun and steph were being &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super nice people,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(cass, i enlarged it alr haha)&lt;/em&gt; who accompanied me all the way to serangoon central to meet glo because i was feeling all nonsense and cranked up. :D yay thank you you three, i really appreciate all this small nice thingys friends do. (: oh yes. and really sorry to shasha for this afternoon. very very sorry =/  okay yes. so aft that i met glo and sha, sha left to meet her friend, ate at mac with glor who was also very nice to come back to serangoon to dinner with me, till around 9plus then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;em&gt;amflkfjsoihawiuh &lt;/em&gt;started making noise again. damn sickening. she like cant stop breathing down my neck, and apparently she thinks that me taking my olevels this year is causing her to be very stressed. so stressed that she have to call my phone around ten thousand times to check when im coming home and its really very annoying. and annoying is a mild word already. okay. never mind. then after some catharsis in my own room where i basically entertained myself by ranting to my tiny pink unicorn, i became very much okay. and so i decided i must be appreciative and &lt;strong&gt;try &lt;/strong&gt;to put myself in her shoes. try very very hard indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think im getting cranky because im sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, its the end of the day. and thank goodness its march holidays now.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember someone telling me, &lt;em&gt;behind every smile lies a sad story. &lt;/em&gt;but because of my stm i cant really recall who, or the actual line said. but anyway it was something like that. okay random. but yeah indeed. not every smile is sincere, and smiling dont always mean one is happy. and also, like how not every word others say may always be true. it sucks to trust, only to realise your trust had been betrayed. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and glo, the world isnt square. its triangle. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-5133828520692903471?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/5133828520692903471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=5133828520692903471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/5133828520692903471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/5133828520692903471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-can-feel-like-eyes-like-half-closing.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-1968982173680756661</id><published>2007-03-08T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:33:14.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday ophelia! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sweet Escape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gwen Stefanie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape I would,&lt;br /&gt;but first of all let me say&lt;br /&gt;I must apologize for acting, stinking, treating you this way&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been acting like sour milk all on the floor&lt;br /&gt;It's your fault you didn't shut the refridgerator&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could escape &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And re-create a place as my own world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I could be your favorite girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever, perfectly together &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could be sweet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I've been a real bad girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatsoever, we can make it better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me boy, Now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet escape (I wanna get away, to our sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;You let me down I'm at my lowest boiling point&lt;br /&gt;Come help me out I need to get me out of this joint&lt;br /&gt;Come on, let's bounce&lt;br /&gt;Counting on you to turn me around&lt;br /&gt;Instead of clowning around let's look for some common ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby, times getting a little crazy I've been getting a little lazy&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to come save me I can see that you're angry&lt;br /&gt;By the way the you treat me&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Want to take you with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;And re-create a place as my own world&lt;br /&gt;And I could be your favorite girl&lt;br /&gt;Forever, perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be sweet I know&lt;br /&gt;I've been a real bad girl&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Forever, we can make it better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet escape.&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been acting like sour milk fell on the floor&lt;br /&gt;It's your fault you didn't shut the refridgerator&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;And re-create a place in my own world&lt;br /&gt;And I could be your favorite girl&lt;br /&gt;Forever, perfectly together Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be sweet&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a real bad girl&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Forever, we can make it better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet escape &lt;br /&gt;(I wanna get away, to our sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is kind of slow, but that song rocks totally :D&lt;br /&gt;i love the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. today was some hectic day, waking up late because i only managed to sleep at 1am mugging for chinese and chem test. ( which in the end, chem test was still as screwed as ever) and anyway i realised on days where i sleep late, like past 12, im more awake in school as compared to days i sleep at 10plus. my brain is weird.  then it was like, rush rush rush today. prize giving, lit rehearsals and all the crap. oh yes. and i really thank/love the people who stayed back for the lit play, brought props and basically were very nice about the whole thing. lets now all hope tmr we would pass the auditions and bring glory to the class. hahaha. sounds so corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay cls JERSEY (: i cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;okay yay. then after tmr, its holidays already. saturday shall be a mugging day, sunday is shopping day with chunny and finally we are going to cut hair. monday is chinese oral, and sotu outing to sentosa or smth :D and the rest of the holidays i`ll probably spend it catching up with my work and revision, then go back to school in term2 a much cleverer person then i am now, how nice would that be. and then i must finish watching my remaining 3 korean dvd cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm yeah. so theres many things to look forward to now, at last its not going to be boring anymore. but then somehow even with so much excitement ahead, theres still also many things to look back at. when i was sec3, i missed being sec2, and i missed 2e4. and then now, i miss those times during the early months of sec3, jan, feb...orientation camp, learning carnival and everything. =/ booo. and some other nice times back then. but then its all over, and as usual i always dont cherish what i have at that point of time, then start regretting and moaning that its all over. like what im doing now. so instead i should start enjoying myself and everything now. for maybe next year when im in JC i would be ranting on about how much i miss being in sec4, staying back for ssp everyday and doing stupid practicals and screwed chem tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still,&lt;br /&gt;it would be nice if i could be sec3 again :D because if i had the chance to, i`ll do some things differently this time. but well. i cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" things without all remedy, should be without regard; what's done is done" - Macbeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-1968982173680756661?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/1968982173680756661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=1968982173680756661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1968982173680756661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1968982173680756661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-ophelia-d-sweet-escape.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-7054347203942706047</id><published>2007-03-06T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:23:18.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay finally came back from school and im dead tired. i desperately need to sleep. soooon. after i dinner and i finish up the whole mountain of english journals, newspaper articles, book reviews im off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FPBFF didnt come school tdy. i miss you my FPBFF! but its good that ure feeling okay already, so you can come school tmr. ( good thing u didnt agree to eat SC's food, later tmr you down with stomach problems then you cannot come sch again hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;chem test was postponed today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then after a long and trying day of lessons, me and shasha went over for lunch, and ended up missing amaths timed practice. and hahaha the whole thing was like so retarded and everything, with eating of chocolate bars called twix on staircases, and hiding in toilets being roped into the whole series of events.so in the end as a punishment for not turning up for amaths ssp, we ended up having an extra 2hr amaths with the very dedicated teacher, mrs koh all the way till 6pm.which isnt a bad thing because i managed to get more practice.and i think i never laughed so much in a day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i think mrs koh rocks because shes a super good teacher who really bothers about our work. she replaces the empty space that use to belong to ms ow, but no longer does because she is rather sickening, dont tell us about literature plays, and keeps thinking i am not writing her notes. but mrs koh is a great replacement anyway so yay. but the tests she sets sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ignorance is bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much more contented and enlightened this days. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7054347203942706047?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/7054347203942706047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=7054347203942706047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7054347203942706047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7054347203942706047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay-finally-came-back-from-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-8636338001970230931</id><published>2007-03-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:54:41.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. steamboat at ziyu's house yesterday was nice (: played cards, mahjong, and hulahoop. but i had to leave at like 9, which was so spoil mood. but then chunny came over to my house around 10 then we basically did crap till around 11 plus. and she helped me burned two discs of korean drama soundtracks :D then after she went home worked on the shitty lit play tgt with ka till like 1am plus, and ended up sleeping at 2am and waking very late today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i spent one entire day at my grandma's house, having chi tution, and my grandfather's birthday dinner :D and today is the end of the 15 day cny. which is kind of sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent my entire weekend doing nothing but eat and play. friday night i had bbq at my cousin's house. and then all spare time was being spent on doing the nonsense lit play script, which i actl did very little as compared to ka so i shall not complain so much. the auditions is like on tuesday and i somehow have this bad feeling the script might go to waste again because we dont have enough time to polish up the play to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okay. its already like 11.48pm. i still have 6 newspaper articles, 3/4 journal, the oral thingy, amaths homework. see. 3/4 of my homework is all english. i really wonder whats &lt;em&gt;the subject teacher's &lt;/em&gt;problem. and then i have amaths test tmr which i am gna screw cause i have forgotten all my bionomial, mixed up the four laws of differentiation and dont even know what are the sec3 topics they are going to test. plus theres still chem QA test on tues. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i should go study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;((:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-8636338001970230931?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8636338001970230931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=8636338001970230931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8636338001970230931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8636338001970230931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-5028285993748755906</id><published>2007-03-03T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T11:29:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you knw what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say all you want about me, what about why im like that, why im so this and why im so that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what two weeks later and what what, making groundless assumptions of my intentions and my actions. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you call that &lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry if i was the one who drove you insane.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tution in half an hour ago. shes late, again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;but its okay i still love my tution teacher. shes the one who makes it possible for me to sleep throughout all emaths lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-5028285993748755906?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/5028285993748755906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=5028285993748755906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay today was alright. i slept all the way till 8am then slowly took my time to dress up.. eat breakfast and reached school around 9plus. thank goodness for the mc i got yesterday, i could go school late without detention and thus i got enough sleep for once :D and yeah. ytd when i went to see the doctor she gave me an ang pow. so after paying 16dollars for medicine and consultation fee she gave me 10 dollars back in the red packet. how cool is that, see doctor also have red packet =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. and then i think i didnt screw physics and history test today. at least i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;school was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;and yay i love FPBFF. she gave me orange strepsils and winnie the pooh stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then okay, go for girlguides.. then go for bbq at night at my cousin's house where i basically ate quite alot and did nonsense, painted my nails two different pinks because i was bored and then fell asleep on a beanbag chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping is such a great way to forget things you dont want to remember. life is perfect in sleep ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.10am.&lt;br /&gt;i predict my hair would dry in about another 20min. then i can go and live my perfect world soon. then i wake up 10 hours later and have emaths tution, and go fishy's house for steamboat. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-1902846147075484638?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/1902846147075484638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=1902846147075484638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1902846147075484638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1902846147075484638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-8614296294905014323</id><published>2007-02-28T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:04:55.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy happy birthday to my cousin,&lt;/span&gt; yihuan who tags random crap, and who turns 13 today ((: ( be honoured okay, i like dedicated a space specially for a cuckoo like you who gets cross even when i tap your shoulder while playing blackjack, then waste like 30 dollars cabbing from choa chu kang all the way to plaza sing, spend less than an hour there playing screwed DDR machines and cabbing back. hahaha. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty nice. spent lessons talking crap (and some things with sense) with ophe who is another damn random person. but haha it certainly nice to talk to her, plus it helps pass time very well :D and then she gave me this eraser thingys that looks like a milk cartons and cans. its cute and among them theres a pretty pink one which is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i typed a long long post yesterday while i was feeling so shitty. just when i put my thoughts almost perfectly into phrases, the whole blogger screwed and it got deleted. sometimes its so frustrating i want to throw my computer out of the window. but thank goodness i didnt. so i just called my FPBFF and dearducky who really made me feel much better. thankyou you two, who really can make my day just by the things you all say. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today before piano class me and chun went walking around kiddy palace. and i simply adore that place, because i get to start meddling with those cute little toys. like those tiny cooking sets and weird soft toys that groan and moan when i press them. then we went over to the baby's section and i start fascinating over those toddler's waterbottles which bottlecaps shoot open when you press a button. its super nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i feel so kiddy all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-8614296294905014323?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8614296294905014323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=8614296294905014323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8614296294905014323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8614296294905014323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-happy-birthday-to-my-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3557865915176019665</id><published>2007-02-24T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:31:44.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thinking day rally today. happy 90th year for guiding ((: im very very proud to be a girlguide. especially a guide of the zhonghua COY, o4batch. :D  the colour party was exceptionally cool this year, and it would have been nice if we had took it up and decided to do it back then during jan. then there`ll be eight of us marching for colour party today, which was grand. my last thinking day rally. got quite emotional at some points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guides' Own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy is the guide who can be trusted in all things; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for she would be a strength to many&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy is the guide who is always ready to help;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she will gain more than she gives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy is the guide who knows the true meaning of love; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for love is of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy is the guide who has respect for all living things;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she will find God everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy is the guide who has learnt to obey gladly;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for she is fit to lead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy is the guide who can laugh when life is hard; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for hers is the strength of courage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy is the guide who's time is God's;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she will be ready for anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy is the guide who knows the true meaning of everything;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for she will never waste anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy is the guide whose life is controlled;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for she will bring bright light into dark places&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more weeks would mark the end to cca. and its definitely something i am going to miss. but then again, once a guide, always a girlguide (: people can laugh at girlguides, but then again i still love guiding as much as ever, even though i do complain at times about going to guides meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough ranting about gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a pretty eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;sometime it hurts to do some things, but sometimes its just better to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thankyou, and im sorry.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3557865915176019665?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3557865915176019665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3557865915176019665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3557865915176019665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3557865915176019665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/thinking-day-rally-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-8512611677790790861</id><published>2007-02-22T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:54:47.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY THINKING DAY! :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp; happy scouts founder's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay girlguides rocks like mad. and then i love the sec4zhgirlguides. and somehow i realised gg blog is kind of malfunctioning. today is the last time i`ll be wearing full contingent uniform with boots and gloves =/ thats sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i thought alot! like literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowdays everything seems quite nonsense. my mind is only truly at ease and contented when im doing three things, my homework (especially if its amaths differentiation), bath, and sleep. sleep is the nicest. when i can forget the world and where all the troubles are non existent. unless i have nightmares. like last night where i dreamt i woke up late for school, and then it was raining and we did not have wet weather plan for contingent. plus aft contingent i had history and ss exam which i totally did not study for. so i freaked out and woke up only to realise its 5.29am, one minute before the time i set my alarm to rang. i must be psychic. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think im abit cuckoo. i have a whole load of chocs dying away in my drawer, like really alot and of different kinds. then i always dont feel like eating choc at home, then when i go school i start feeling very choc mood so i go oppo and buy and eat. ( and then today glo buy for me milkybar yay :D) then the chocs in my house never gets eaten. i must rmb to bring them to school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my life revolves around my books according to glo. because i was packing my schooldesk which is resembles my brain nowdays, very messy and not here nor there. so i needed to clear my things for better fengshui, my belated new year spring cleaning. and so i told her i needed to sort my life and asked her to wait awhile before lunch. and then she goes &lt;em&gt;hahaha you very weak leh your life revolves around your books. &lt;/em&gt;or something to that extent. i cannot rmb that clearly already. okay very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have exactly 9 more minutes to log off the computer, get myself changed, dry my hair, find my dad's eyedrop and go downstairs to meet the car so i can go out for dinner at my grandma's house. i love dinner there because i can eat whatever and any amount i want. and now im left with only 8minutes. so im off :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yay happy 1mth ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-8512611677790790861?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/8512611677790790861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=8512611677790790861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8512611677790790861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/8512611677790790861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-thinking-day-d-happy-scouts.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3988222724980921301</id><published>2007-02-17T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:22:12.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yay its cny eve already :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait for reunion dinner tonight. even though its like reunion dinner on my dad's side of the family every sunday, already im anticipating tonight where we basically go to my grandmother's house and eat nice things, get pre newyear ang pows then go over to my cousin's house to swim or just slack around all the way till midnight or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i will &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be hardworking as usual and bring my chemistry QA over to see if i have any spare time to study about anions and cations. which usually i wouldnt because when i go with my books my cousin/s will start running up to me and asking me things like why on earth do i want to study chemistry because its useless, like he did last week. then i was like, &lt;em&gt;uh yeah, good point.&lt;/em&gt; then i closed my book and went off downstairs with him to fly his aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while talking too much sometimes makes me a little confused, not talking at all makes me feel so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw its lunch time. hohoho (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3988222724980921301?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-7895998538954844643</id><published>2007-02-16T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:58:26.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy belated valentines.&lt;br /&gt;happy belated total defence day.&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year eve eve.&lt;br /&gt;happy advanced chinese new year eve.&lt;br /&gt;happy advanced chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont ever laugh for no reason. i laugh mainly for three reasons, when im too happy, when something is funny, or when im feeling downright crappy and i make myself laugh to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was nice today, because we only had amaths lesson. pe was slack and and there wasnt english. and the cny concert was abit lame but it was nice up there in the gallery sitting in all sorts of weird positions and being less restricted then down there in the squeezy hall. then went to subway with sotus to eat, ka left with jh aft eating, then glo sha and i went walking about a little, taking the bubble lift up and down many times for fun, and planned to go glo house to watch pink panther. then on the way there my mum called me to come home so i reached glo house bus stop and boarded another bus to come home. -.- came home, lay on bed and involuntarily fell asleep. woke up and cleared room, as my mum claims, a clean room is better fengshui. so maybe i might become a little more clever after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of the day. later its time to watch dvds again till midnight, then wake up late tmr and think about what else i can do.&lt;br /&gt;CNY is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too Little Too late - Jojo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay the night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just say the words but boy it don't feel right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do ya expect me to say (You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You take my hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you say you've changed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But boy you know your begging don't fool me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because to you it's just a game (You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let me go now '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause time has made me strong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm starting to move on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna say this now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your chance has come and gone And you know... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too little too late &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little too long And I can't wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you dream of my face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don't like me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just a good chase &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So be real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too little too late... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was young &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in love I gave you everything &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it wasn't enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now you wanna communicate (You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go find someone else &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And letting you go I'm loving myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got a problem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't come asking me for help '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you know... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too little too late &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little too long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can't wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you dream of my face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don't like me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just a good chase &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So be real It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can love with all of my heart, baby I know I have so much to give (I have so much to give) With a player like you I don't have a prayer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's the way to live &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too little too late...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just too little too late &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little too long And I can't wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say you dream of my face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don't like me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just a good chase &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So be real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldnt remember anything anymore, but somethings are just difficult to forget. i didnt really need to know all those i have heard. but i still did, and probably im glad for that. was special, and still is. but i think im contented with what i have now, i dont want more to make things complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then sometimes, i wonder why one would try to hurt another, even if they couldnt benefit anything from it either. its not like if you made me feel bad you would feel any better. but then again, theres nothing i can do. its like seeing every good time in the past slowly slipping away in slow motion.. and never knowing whether you can ever rewind and replay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of so much crap, i have been casting aside certain responsibilities selfishly without even realising it. too wrapped up with my own thoughts i guess. its so mentally and physically tiring just to go through a day of school and ssp already and then coupled with mind boggling nonsense; its so exhausting. but maybe if i use less computer everyday i would have more time and less problems to do what im supposed to do. sounds like no link like that. but theres a link somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes. msn personal msgs can convey one's thoughts &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;well sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking day is next week, once we come back from CNY holiday.&lt;br /&gt;i should start thinking more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post sounds so monotonous and rubbish. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7895998538954844643?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/7895998538954844643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=7895998538954844643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7895998538954844643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7895998538954844643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-belated-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-1249944506232563649</id><published>2007-02-12T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:17:24.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling quite lousy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English Teacher sucks. i cannot stand her. nor can i sit her for that matter. somehow she just really irritates me when she drags her lesson past the allocated time for her, because she herself keep emphasizing on the importance of punctuality and she cant even practise what she preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, im one of the few who have to stay back for english SSP. now, how crap is that. (rhetorical question) and im pretty sure its because i failed the recent bloody test by writing only one page full for essay. i have never ever written that short an essay in secondary school before. but then again, i dont ever write expos. and i did that for this test, so its no surprise if i fail. but it certainly is gg to be disappointing when i see the failed paper being thrust back in my face sometime in this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahs.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, happy things. the after school + extended ssp period of time was nice. went j8 with sotus to get last minute valentines presents and then was super funny. we were like laughing at every single nonsense, from school to teachers to each other's faces, and including sha's wanting to go to the toilet. aside from the fact that all the laughing magnified the headache i have been having the whole nonsense day, it was a short and sweet shopping trip :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed chem QA test today, having amaths tution soon, and social studies and literature test in the next two days. rawr. i want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..i miss aiai :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-1249944506232563649?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/1249944506232563649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=1249944506232563649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1249944506232563649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1249944506232563649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-quite-lousy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-7684939163259322088</id><published>2007-02-09T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:41:27.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today had been eventful. quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im very happy literature test was postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so we went to the hall to watch the olevels results release 2006. and hmmm. just one more year then its my turn. so fast secondary four already. how time &lt;s&gt;flies&lt;/s&gt; teleports. it would be nice to be back in secondary one on the first day of school. i still can remember how i was first so impressed by the science labs back then. and now its like, i hate science labs and stupid bunsen burners which scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, this is for my darling glor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;things arent always smooth sailing and there is always a down side to everything. but stay strong and i`ll always be there for you no matter what :D CHEER UP, ILY! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway. school is great.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rcx6CGvJOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JInWHdBbnpc/s1600-h/SOTU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029529060452678178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rcx6CGvJOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JInWHdBbnpc/s320/SOTU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make super company ((: ahaha. i think im driving them mad by singing the first few lines of the &lt;em&gt;seize the day&lt;/em&gt; chorus every now and then. but it really isnt my fault that song is stupidly stuck in my mind. haha. so anw everything is quite nice for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im happy today.&lt;br /&gt;i love&lt;em&gt; aiai.&lt;/em&gt; yay :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-7684939163259322088?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/7684939163259322088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=7684939163259322088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7684939163259322088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/7684939163259322088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-had-been-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tskdvdMvEIs/Rcx6CGvJOiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JInWHdBbnpc/s72-c/SOTU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3077840634511640226</id><published>2007-02-08T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:00:57.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found the actual version of my favourite quote (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.” &lt;/span&gt;- helen keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. random. but somehow its still the nicest quote i came across. and today i was super happy. because i woke up at 6.30am ( which was half an hour later than my intended time) and still managed to catch a bus at 6.55am. so i reached school at a most early time of 7.10am today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then dont know. but today somehow was very nice. i also dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because i cleared all my overdue homework last night so im feeling a saintly sense of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr got lit test :(&lt;br /&gt;bloody macbeth, sacrilege and clothing imageries. i got to go study now.&lt;br /&gt;and heres another nice quote before i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" happiness is not the absence of problems but the ability to deal with them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3077840634511640226?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3077840634511640226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3077840634511640226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3077840634511640226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3077840634511640226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-found-actual-version-of-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3680078192129205447</id><published>2007-02-04T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:17:12.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its sunday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translate: there is school tmr :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching&lt;em&gt; sad love story &lt;/em&gt;today and finally came to the part when the female leads realises her current boyfriend's best friend was her lost lover who she had been conned into thinking was dead, and then my dad chooses to go out shopping. and then i went out ended up staying out the whole day, and now i cant watch already because i have to sleep soon. and i have to wait for next weekend. rahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i stupidly insisted on drinking some sparkling wine which the alcohol kind of burned my throat. i dont think i will drink even when i turn 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still need to go produce a proper essay on &lt;em&gt;hope.&lt;/em&gt; in case she collects it tmr. then if i dont have my homework again, i will have to stand up while she asks someone to take down our names. which she would then.. do nothing with it. -.- and oh ya. compre also. no wonder it cannot be that i dont have homework for the weekend. but the good thing is i didnt bring my book back. so i can do nothing about it. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in some weird mood now.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish to be secondary two all over again, where i basically go to school to have fun, not listen in half the lessons, come home dont study and use com, and only bother about how to earn more money in maplestory. and of course, eventually end up doing very badly for streaming and unable to take the subject combination i wanted. but then again thats another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whats weirder about my mood is that,&lt;br /&gt;its finally my favourite time of the day again, but i dont feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;and i only feel that way like.. once in a pink moon.&lt;br /&gt;and you dont ever see a pink moon do you.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, exactly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3680078192129205447?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3680078192129205447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3680078192129205447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3680078192129205447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3680078192129205447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-sunday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-1143979095537138884</id><published>2007-02-03T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:05:18.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was great :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with chun the dearest ducky. in the morning went orchard. and yes we passed by our shop, the DUCK &amp; HIPPO tour thing =D then we trained to bugis for some talk. was quite a waste of 2 hours. then from there she insisted going to bugis street which was so damn crowded. and there were stupid banglas and little children who kept pushing which was so sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to parco there and continued shopping till we were too tired then ate dinner at pastamania.i finally got to eat my spaghetti after thinking of it so much during lessons. then shopped more and go home. she became like some personal assitant in the fitting room cause i was like trying on this shirt, so i passed her my shopping bags and my bag, then i needed to remove my specs and she like auto reach out her hand and take, then she had to hold the hangers and everything. then practically she was holding all the nonsense and looked very funny. but yes i love chunny alot (: and so we managed to get alot of nice things and it was a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the remaining one hour of today will be even better. because its the happiest time of the day; SLEEP. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-1143979095537138884?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/1143979095537138884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=1143979095537138884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1143979095537138884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1143979095537138884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-great-d-went-shopping-with.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-1170557271952808127</id><published>2007-02-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:24:14.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its friday again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday is the happiest day in the week because its the weekends, &amp; because i dont need to go to school and have boring lessons, rubbish spotchecks and basically just alot of weird things. so even if weekends means staying at home and just sleeping my time away, its still great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MISS CHUNNY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;because i always wake up too late in the mornings to catch the same bus as that early ducky. and then there isnt much time to talk on the phone anymore. so yes i cant wait for tmr where we can go shopping :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm yeah. so as usual, tmr will be a nicer day then today.&lt;br /&gt;except i dread next week. because theres chinese test, emaths and literature test. actually all is okay except literature test because its even worse than five hour history ssp. yeah. thats how bad it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im super sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-1170557271952808127?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/1170557271952808127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=1170557271952808127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1170557271952808127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1170557271952808127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-friday-again-d-friday-is-happiest.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-1903754355690105753</id><published>2007-02-01T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:28:01.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;screw the entire bloody world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when one door of happiness closes, another opens. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz. right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-1903754355690105753?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/1903754355690105753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=1903754355690105753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1903754355690105753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/1903754355690105753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/02/screw-entire-bloody-world.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-2963364723061894871</id><published>2007-01-26T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:45:30.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i just deleted a long post i typed, which was basically just ranting about how lousy my day was, about today school nearly drove me nuts, how cca was so screwed, how some other things were so nonsense, but then after some talk and some thought, i realised some people are going through even more screwed shits and so i shouldnt always be complaining and instead be content with what i have. life cant always be smooth sailing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a half glass of water should always been seen as half full, and not half empty. and yes i cant please the whole world, so you can think all the shit you want, try to agitate me as much as you like cause i dont want to and am not going to bother anymore. thank goodness for glor who had shook the stupidity off me, and now i finally can see some people for who they truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive, forget.&lt;br /&gt;im thankful for all that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from having so many great friends, and being able to pass each day thinking its great and that the next day would be better, and lastly, no i havent forgotten, jx. yes ILY. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-2963364723061894871?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/2963364723061894871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=2963364723061894871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/2963364723061894871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/2963364723061894871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-i-just-deleted-long-post-i-typed.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3500657676450788500</id><published>2007-01-22T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:52:32.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>220107.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the happiest person today. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3500657676450788500?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3500657676450788500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3500657676450788500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3500657676450788500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3500657676450788500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/01/220107.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-3189296185992903843</id><published>2007-01-20T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T18:09:53.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to temasek poly today after girlguides. guides ended early because we decided to back out from participating in the thinking day colour party contingent, because there is simply too many practices, and too little time. besides i dont want to have another round of SYF where i have to drill like crazy under the hot sun for long hours. i cant take it and i`ll have a brain explosion, and end up dying earlier than i ought to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes anyway, i have decided if i ever to go temasek poly, which isnt so likely because its way too far, im going to take interior designing &amp; architecture. glor, ka, sha had already agreed to let me design their houses next time if i become an interior designer/ architect (: and the greatest thing about it is that i would to be able to design my own house the perfect way i want it to be =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that glo had to leave for church while ka &amp;amp; sha went off to home then FYS. glor and i was so super sian in the mrt and it felt so emo and sick. then i came home, played some piano, and got even more emo for some reason lol, and that feeling is damn nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but whatever im going to be good and do some homework :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-3189296185992903843?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/3189296185992903843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=3189296185992903843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3189296185992903843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/3189296185992903843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-to-temasek-poly-today-after.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-116921826545275463</id><published>2007-01-19T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:51:05.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a really happy day. happier than i have ever been in a long, long time. (:&lt;br /&gt;one smile for you, one smile for me. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030723-116921826545275463?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/116921826545275463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=116921826545275463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/116921826545275463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/116921826545275463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-is-really-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-116912377360040038</id><published>2007-01-18T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:36:13.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a nice day. almost everyday is a nice day aside from the occasional emo feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we had the stupid chem test today. reallly stupid. i was so depressed the moment she gave it out because i didnt study. but aahh whatever its just a test. &amp; we had three free periods which i made very good use of, by copying my english and talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ms ow is really amusing. she comes into lit class and suddenly decides to have a &lt;em&gt;frank talk&lt;/em&gt; with us, and she went on about how she just wishes to be our lit teacher when she walks in our class and not our DM. well maybe she could start by not talking so much about our hair during class. but anyway it is even more amusing to hear her talk about how people run away from her, and then later when she looks out of the classroom window indeed you see those unfortunate people who had spotted her looking at them scurrying away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, the day ended with me having chem practical, testing for cations ( start the day with chem and end it with chem omg -.-), was quite fun except some combinations of chemicals looked really sick. then me and glor went oppo, watched her eat, took some of her choc, walked to srgn central, missed two buses, took the third bus home and uh, reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of today, except i have to do some homework later then i can sleep again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks for all you said today, it really made my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &amp; i`ll be happy as long as ure happy too. (:&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/9030723-116912377360040038?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/116912377360040038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=116912377360040038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/116912377360040038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/116912377360040038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-is-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030723.post-116885585572563059</id><published>2007-01-15T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:10:55.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont think i have felt this way in a long time. the feeling of being strangled by so many strange emotions. there isnt a catharsis, and this weird feeling just keeps lingering on.but somehow i can always still manage to laugh, laugh and try forget theres such a feeling that exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that something i truly want to say comes out sounding so phoney, even to myself? i dont know. its always all questions and no answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i like you. i really do. &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/9030723-116885585572563059?l=pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/feeds/116885585572563059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030723&amp;postID=116885585572563059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/116885585572563059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030723/posts/default/116885585572563059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcoloured-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-think-i-have-felt-this-way-in.html' title=''/><author><name>yizhenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
