<?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-6412979</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:48:55.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-6690042046885769537</id><published>2011-03-09T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T19:53:50.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why give me your love, when you're going to take it back.&lt;br /&gt;why paint me a future, when you gave up on it.&lt;br /&gt;why promise, when you're going to break them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must it be you, to break me into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you picked me up, you made me believe in love again, you made me believe in forever.&lt;br /&gt;yet you're the one, crushing every single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've got someone else, if you've stopped loving me.&lt;br /&gt;let me go, stop feeding me with lies.&lt;br /&gt;i'm crashing down hard, but at least when i reach rock bottom, i know its time to pick myself up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-6690042046885769537?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/6690042046885769537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/6690042046885769537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#6690042046885769537' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-8455367831071071702</id><published>2010-09-02T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T23:14:24.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at some point, dont you just feel like giving up? dont we all?&lt;br /&gt;today, whatsapp was down.&lt;br /&gt;its like someone up there is giving me a sign, giving me something that i wanted, something that i needed. this absence. it's always funny how things turn out, like how i wanted so much to be uncontactable, and here it came.&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is, it doesnt feel like there's a difference at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow or another, this blog has became a place for me to come too, when im really sad.&lt;br /&gt;and then there's the thrill of pple finding out. that pple will come to know of those feelings that i keep buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's times like these, i know where i stand.&lt;br /&gt;i know that this wasnt what i fell in love with, but this is where im trapped, all because im in too deep and you cant just pull yourself out like that as much as you wished you could.&lt;br /&gt;so much resentment, so much sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;over and over again, ive told myself not to sacrifice stuff that matters to me for boys.&lt;br /&gt;like friends, like activities. cause once they are gone, it's difficult to get them back. i should have learnt. you wont ever get the same thing back, it's not worth it. cause after all this sacrifices that you've made will make you resent the one that you made it for. how ironical it all seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the greatest love is one without expectations, unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;but how many of us can really acheive it?&lt;br /&gt;aint we all just searching? for that something, that passion in life, something you can wake up to feeling happy. searching for an answer, to tell you who you are, what do you want in life.&lt;br /&gt;something that give a meaning to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at this point in time, i feel so lost.&lt;br /&gt;this should have happened years back, i should have started searching years back, during the supposedly "troubled teenage years". and at this point it seems like all my peers have found themselves, or so it seems to me. and yet im behind. still searching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-8455367831071071702?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/8455367831071071702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/8455367831071071702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#8455367831071071702' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-4290774153315466835</id><published>2010-06-08T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:46:22.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for leaving.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we'll make it through right?&lt;br /&gt;it's not that long. we'll try to deceive ourselves, or rather me deceiving myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it have to be you.&lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been crap. fucked up in every possible way, in the worst possible time.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like what we're doin to each other. i dont like how similar we are, but yet thats what bring us so much closer. it's freaky how we think of the same things at the same time, how we're two insecure idiots with imaginations, taking turns to reassure each other, without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you always say the right things to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;things have changed, it makes us real (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll get through (but i still hate you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-4290774153315466835?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/4290774153315466835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/4290774153315466835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#4290774153315466835' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-5629627244067642080</id><published>2010-05-04T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:55:11.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont we all hate being lied to&lt;br /&gt;why do we still do it to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been pretty darn good with you around (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-5629627244067642080?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/5629627244067642080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/5629627244067642080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#5629627244067642080' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-5521118172236571488</id><published>2010-01-18T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:13:03.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to school (:&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a lonely sem i think..&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing king yu so much! hope she's having fun in penn state. i cant wait for the sem to be over already..&lt;br /&gt;cousin's coming over with FOODD! can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J msged all the way from brunei! got me smiling like an idiot. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really so tired of all these conversations. it's going round in circles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-5521118172236571488?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/5521118172236571488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/5521118172236571488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5521118172236571488' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-1927705413198759320</id><published>2010-01-01T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:43:55.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks for leaving my heart in turmoils once again.&lt;br /&gt;why tell me all these when nothing will change.&lt;br /&gt;i've worked so hard, to get you outta my head, outta my system.&lt;br /&gt;and yet... why is it so easy for you to creep your way back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i meant every single word that i sent you.&lt;br /&gt;and i really hoped you meant wad you said.&lt;br /&gt;why contact me now.&lt;br /&gt;and once again u left me with many unanswered questions and the emptiness that u left behind.&lt;br /&gt;and you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote,&lt;br /&gt;happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;a pretty interesting countdown in the cab, just in time to watch the fireworks display at marina.&lt;br /&gt;last night was pretty awesome. less those msges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behappyD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-1927705413198759320?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/1927705413198759320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/1927705413198759320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#1927705413198759320' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-7856213601829152493</id><published>2009-12-27T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:50:25.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid octopus face.&lt;br /&gt;at times you srsly irritates the shit outta me, at times you just melt my heart. like melted cheese.&lt;br /&gt;please tell me it aint true ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing the girls )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-7856213601829152493?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/7856213601829152493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/7856213601829152493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7856213601829152493' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-3449968306198370717</id><published>2009-12-25T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:18:41.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent felt this way in a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for his message, hoping that he would call.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that he doesn't know. omggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;he said he's washing his car. haaa. wonder wonder wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to that octopus  face (jacob) being ard.&lt;br /&gt;to friends that stick by me.&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that your last msg totally reflects how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't make me choose, he will always be the one.&lt;br /&gt;yes, this is how i feel for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick B, msg me back! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-3449968306198370717?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/3449968306198370717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/3449968306198370717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3449968306198370717' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-4010330281277866716</id><published>2009-11-09T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:08:48.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm guessing its really over now.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be strong, exams are just round the corner and i cant afford to screw up.&lt;br /&gt;i cant break down now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-4010330281277866716?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/4010330281277866716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/4010330281277866716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4010330281277866716' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-1784582333043644729</id><published>2009-10-31T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T18:02:38.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why do i feel lost?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-1784582333043644729?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/1784582333043644729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/1784582333043644729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#1784582333043644729' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-3071266027569810277</id><published>2009-10-26T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:40:13.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where were you when i needed you the most.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm so lost and tired, i cant even count on you to be there.&lt;br /&gt;not even a single word, nothing but coldness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, who can i turn to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-3071266027569810277?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="pg"&gt;–noun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a keen sense of what to say or do to avoid giving offense; skill in dealing with difficult or delicate situations.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;a keen sense of what is appropriate, tasteful, or aesthetically pleasing; taste; discrimination.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dnindex" width="35"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;touch or the sense of touch.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering the above definitions, i think i have been pretty tactful with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I do not go around shooting my mouth off and offending 134585984 others. that's what i normally do. i think before i speak. at least i try to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again how do you be tactful when what you want to say to make your point is in itself already offensive, and have a high tendency to annoy and anger the other party?&lt;br /&gt;i.e. the content itself is already offensive and there's no other softer way to bring it across, if not the meaning would have been lost in all the rephrasing and what nots.&lt;br /&gt;so, how do you go about doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing about waiting for a better timing?&lt;br /&gt;what if that's already the best and most appropriate? by waiting it could have made matter worse? or there wouldn't be another opportunity to say it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, how do you actually be more tactful under these circumstances?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-133175966360309679?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/133175966360309679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/133175966360309679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#133175966360309679' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDduvtrefjU/StL9qAZh72I/AAAAAAAAAAU/vhECRNPAJ5Y/s72-c/z192110637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-4961859991320631510</id><published>2009-10-08T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:48:01.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDduvtrefjU/Ss3sWsjH5bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A9tqmDxWa6c/s1600-h/LoveQuote.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDduvtrefjU/Ss3sWsjH5bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A9tqmDxWa6c/s320/LoveQuote.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390224203692107186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everything's going on as usual,&lt;br /&gt;school, projects, home, sleep. and so the cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;there's something missing in the equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times, i think i just shut off.&lt;br /&gt;distance myself from everything that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, sounding so emonemoelmo.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to seeing lao huang tmm tho (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-4961859991320631510?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/4961859991320631510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/4961859991320631510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4961859991320631510' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDduvtrefjU/Ss3sWsjH5bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/A9tqmDxWa6c/s72-c/LoveQuote.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-92179109965276553</id><published>2009-09-27T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:20:30.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holding on is hard,&lt;br /&gt;letting go is even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you going to break your promise just like that?&lt;br /&gt;if i don't put in the effort, who will?&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day, when i cant hold on anymore, when it gets too tiring... maybe..&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand how could you have such a strong hold on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-92179109965276553?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/92179109965276553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/92179109965276553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#92179109965276553' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-3034103492238973246</id><published>2009-09-24T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:59:07.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>need to get my ass moving and get things done.&lt;br /&gt;self-improvements.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to grow up and move on (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-3034103492238973246?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/3034103492238973246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/3034103492238973246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3034103492238973246' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-7701383958549351608</id><published>2009-09-21T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:45:43.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i might just start blogging again (:&lt;br /&gt;so much have changed, and how much i have grown since the last time i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wished that i could have a nice book in hand, settled in my warm comfy bed and read through the night. without upsetting thoughts interrupting now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont we all wished we had something to fall back on, something to look forward to, something to brighten up your day? at least i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-7701383958549351608?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-2156899387691289472?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/2156899387691289472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/2156899387691289472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2156899387691289472' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-114407135908827838</id><published>2006-04-03T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:35:59.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall try and revive my dead-ed blog.&lt;br /&gt;this is my first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;i changed the blogskin!! out of boredom.. pretty lame i guess but what the hell rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's good. rite. if only u stayed in dreamland or lalaland that is.&lt;br /&gt;okays. i desperately need to start completing the day's work. timetables never work fer me. grr.&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. accomplishment of the day : i finished my chem carboxylic tutorial!!&lt;br /&gt;first chem tutorial that i actually did myself since dunno how long ago.&lt;br /&gt;ahh.school sucks. preety much obvious.&lt;br /&gt;chem test on wed and maths test on either wed or thurs. big bundle of joy.&lt;br /&gt;guess wad i'm writing doesen make much sense. not to myself not to you. i am just rambling.&lt;br /&gt;hahas. self entertainment. guess i'm bored. mass pe was not that bad. randomm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted to ch8 dramas. save me. been practically watching every episode of the 9pm slot show. its nice lahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get the ball rolling&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;keep it rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that bad for a first attempt of revival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-114407135908827838?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/114407135908827838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/114407135908827838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114407135908827838' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-113818922232891810</id><published>2006-01-25T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:40:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changing, dancing,leaping, creepin from old life into new,&lt;br /&gt;wondering what i think of you,&lt;br /&gt;unseen dreams and newfound schemes,&lt;br /&gt;two lives enmeshed, embroiled, enhanced at last,&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly heart snagged, held fast no turning back, no lettin go,&lt;br /&gt;too late to run, too soon to know i all is well,&lt;br /&gt;yet time will tell it all,&lt;br /&gt;and softly in the night i call your name,&lt;br /&gt;nothing quite the same admist this total rearranging,&lt;br /&gt;as everything about me is shifting, moving, changing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-113818922232891810?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/113818922232891810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/113818922232891810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113818922232891810' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-113420687723281431</id><published>2005-12-10T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T17:27:57.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I wish I could say the right words&lt;br /&gt;To lead you through this land&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could play the father&lt;br /&gt;And take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could stay&lt;br /&gt;But now I understand...&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could lay your arms down&lt;br /&gt;And let you rest at last&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could slay your demons&lt;br /&gt;But now that time has passed&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could stay&lt;br /&gt;Your stalwart standing fast&lt;br /&gt;But I'm standing in the way&lt;br /&gt;I'm just standing in the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM BLOGGING&lt;br /&gt;after sucha FREAKIN LONG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;and i ALMOST forgot the pw to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, hols are almost over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;one of the most unproductive school hols EVER.&lt;br /&gt;for one.. i haven even touch a single piece of school work..&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea where i have placed them.. much less done any revision at all.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm being sucha pig!! save me someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been to mawai and back again!!!&lt;br /&gt;the rainy days made the place damn muddy.&lt;br /&gt;leeches.. dun u just love it..-_-""&lt;br /&gt;anyhow its all over and i've yet to even start on the report that is due dunno when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight: I'VE CUT MY HAIR!!! and its short..&lt;br /&gt;hahas. so light and easy to washh.. i likeee.. and i can bathe faster now.. lalalas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohs.. and i'm spending my days in front of the tv watching some longgggg korean drama called DA CHANG JIN.. or something.. pretty interestin show.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and overall i haven done much this hols except just slack my time away and procrastinatin and slack some more. hur hur. and i'm seriously damn broke now..&lt;br /&gt;:) SMILESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-113420687723281431?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/113420687723281431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/113420687723281431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113420687723281431' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-113015337653480801</id><published>2005-10-24T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:29:36.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freaking irritated.&lt;br /&gt;damn. if i was a volcano i wld have like exploded..&lt;br /&gt;too bad i'm not one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my speakers got prob.. its not speakin.&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-113015337653480801?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/113015337653480801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/113015337653480801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113015337653480801' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112997783024950760</id><published>2005-10-22T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:43:50.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i spent most of my day in bed.&lt;br /&gt;how interesting can it get..&lt;br /&gt;everything just seem so bleak&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112997783024950760?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112997783024950760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112997783024950760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112997783024950760' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112970960658069940</id><published>2005-10-19T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:13:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm blogging.. after dunno how long. hahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HATE project work.. enuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr. currently reading Mystery by Peter Straub.&lt;br /&gt;haven had time to a nice book fer so long.. &lt;br /&gt;not saying that the book is very nice.. but i'm sure it will get better.. &lt;br /&gt;wahahas. dun care. i'm determined to finish it :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. and i went tpy library yest. &lt;br /&gt;felt as tho i haven been in dere fer so long!!&lt;br /&gt;hahas. and i swear that its damn irritatin fer pple to not on their hp to silent mode!!&lt;br /&gt;*ring ring. so freakin loud somemore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i borrowed three books!! i'm happy!! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;especially fer finding Lord Loss by Darren Shan!!&lt;br /&gt;have been waitin fer it fer so long!! &lt;br /&gt;i like new books.. hehs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm blind.. my mummy claims that i am.. &lt;br /&gt;READ READ READ.. i'm satisfied..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112970960658069940?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112970960658069940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112970960658069940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112970960658069940' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112877484271882256</id><published>2005-10-08T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:34:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>promos are over and done with..&lt;br /&gt;-grinns.&lt;br /&gt;that makes me a happy and bored girl..&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored that i have resorted to playing NEOPETS games..&lt;br /&gt;how fun.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be goin out with weng tmm!!&lt;br /&gt;hahas. how fun.. so exciting.. &lt;br /&gt;shop till we drop.. lallalas.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait.. :D bigger smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will acheive our goals!! wahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;and get more piercing.. lalals.&lt;br /&gt;currently in a happy mood now. hehs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohs. and i need to mention this.. our sch's pac's toilet is soooo beautiful.. &lt;br /&gt;it look quite posh to mi..&lt;br /&gt;whahahs. deprived lahhs. cannot help it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112877484271882256?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112877484271882256'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time i ponned sch after first three months.&lt;br /&gt;din even planned on ponning at all lahhs.. just went for dental then mummy allowed mi to go home instead of go sch.. woots.&lt;br /&gt;its raining damn heavily.. nice time to sleep i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp's tmm.. damn..&lt;br /&gt;did i mention how much i hate exams.. dere's nothing i can do abt it except sit here and whine abt how much i totally hate it.. which isn't of much use and a complete waste of time but i shall do it anyway.. rantttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno where all my motivation went to.. mug mug mug and mug somemore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112736784572841586?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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when i need it most.. grr..&lt;br /&gt;i rmb bringin it out of sch yest.. and now its no where to be found..&lt;br /&gt;hide and seek? not a rite timmee!! come out quick!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112695563925596169?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112695563925596169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112695563925596169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112695563925596169' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112584467775125014</id><published>2005-09-04T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:37:57.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have to be in school fer chem tmm in the MORN!!&lt;br /&gt;which means i can't sleep in.. how sucky is that. grrr. plus we have to print out our own notes!!! first day of hols and they do this to us.. where's the justice in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, will be goin to watch red eye with daddy tmm i think.. hahahs. then dun have to pay fer the movie tix.. haahs. must save my own money lahhhs. lols. save it for a rainy day. budden now it rains too often so i never get to save much.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. crappin again.. hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear trigo's giving mi a headache and making mi feel depressed and stupid.. :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt; baa baa black sheep have u any wool..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my all time favourite.&lt;br /&gt;damn. maybe i shud just start acting my age. hurs.&lt;br /&gt;the hols are here.. wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, hols = no hols. ahhhh. wat the heck lahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just bein super random here. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;mayb i shud just go off and do some maths instead of just crappin here. &lt;br /&gt;productivity increase!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112573854967847905?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112573854967847905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112573854967847905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112573854967847905' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112497653356099453</id><published>2005-08-25T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T21:28:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wan to box out all my teeth for now..&lt;br /&gt;went for dental today. and teeth hurts so freakin bad.. grr.&lt;br /&gt;haven been like that since the first time those metal bits were glued to my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;ouch. hate it lahhhs. i CAN"T BITE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a screwed up day. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Shame. A terrible thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the peugeot adverts that they show during Desperate housewives. now i hardly see it anymore. pity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught the last 30 mins of CSI. like finally.. have been missing so many episodes already.. and actually i have no whatsoever idea as to what today's episode's about just that as usual somebody got murdered again and those clever genius solved the crimes and saved the day once again..just like the powerpuff girls.. okays. that was nonsense.. was quite meaningless for mi to just watch the last 30 mins. but hell.. and next week episode would be a roller coaster carriage flyin thru the air. literally.. so exciting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths test tmm. maclaurins series (power series) and curve sketching. i swear maclaurins series sound nicer than power series. at least it sounds more chim.. ah whatever. only did a few questions on that and hardly touch curve sketching at all.. lazy ass. bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. got this sudden craving for coffee. just like i said.. i'm goin to die of caffeine overdose someday.. but cat CLAIMS that there is no such thing. but that is only an assumption on HER part. oh wells. stomach's feelin funny.. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like doin anything anymore. maybe i should just go on a strike. seems like a good idea to me.. hehs. budden its illegal.. hmms. sleep.. sleep is good. a regular state of unconsciousness. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112480978876453627?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112480978876453627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112480978876453627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112480978876453627' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112454011014063656</id><published>2005-08-20T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T20:15:10.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm replayin that song over and over again.. its really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;dun feel accomplished at all today.. &lt;br /&gt;haven been doin much as usual.&lt;br /&gt;slept a lot today.. pig. can't help it lahss. the weather so freakin nice to sleep . its rainyy.. weather's totally screwed today. sun. rain. sun. rain. mayb god just can't make up his mind.. and that stupid headache just doesen wan to go away. my retribution for sleepin too much and not doin any work.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at home the whole day!! cheers. watched Unbreakable. finally watched a show that i recorded.. was quite nice actually.. haz and i PACKED MY CHEM FILE!!! ooohs. that's the only thing that i am proud of today. and i realised that quite a no. of my tutorials are missing.. damn it lahs. i just need to be more organised. hurrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promos are coming.. i need some motivation and i need to study..&lt;br /&gt;actions speaks louder than words.. &lt;br /&gt;for promos.. ignorance is not all that blissfull.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112454011014063656?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112454011014063656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112454011014063656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112454011014063656' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112428586649087084</id><published>2005-08-17T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:39:16.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody said they saw you&lt;br /&gt;The person you were kissing wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;And I would never ask you&lt;br /&gt;I just kept it to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;If your playin me, keep it on the low&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And if your creepin, please don't let it show&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;I think about it when I hold you&lt;br /&gt;When lookin in your eyes, I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;Baby keep it to yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;If your playin me, keep it on the low&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And if your creepin, please don't let it show&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he touch you better then me (touch you better then me)&lt;br /&gt;Did he watch you fall asleep (watch you fall asleep)&lt;br /&gt;Did you show him all those things that you used to do to me (do to me baby)&lt;br /&gt;If your better off that way (better off that way)&lt;br /&gt;Baby what I like to say (all that I can say)&lt;br /&gt;Go on and do your thing and don't come back to me&lt;br /&gt;(Stay away from me baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know where your whereabouts or how you movin&lt;br /&gt;I know when you in the house or when you cruisin&lt;br /&gt;It's been proven, my love you abusin&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand, how a man got you choosin (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Undecided, I came and provided ma&lt;br /&gt;My undivided, you came and denied it (why?)&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try it, I know when you lyin (I know when you lyin)&lt;br /&gt;Don't even do that, I know why you cryin (stop cryin)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not applyin no pressure, just wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;That I don't wanna let you go (I don't wanna let you go)&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna let you leave&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I didn't let you breathe&lt;br /&gt;Gave you extra cheese (c'mon), put you in the SUV&lt;br /&gt;You wanted ice so I made you freeze&lt;br /&gt;Made you hot like the West Indies (that's right)&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time you invest in me&lt;br /&gt;Cause if not then it's best you leave&lt;br /&gt;Holla, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;If your playin me, keep it on the low&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And if your creepin, please don't let it show&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your playin me, keep it on the low&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And if your creepin, please don't let it show&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your playin me, keep it on the low&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And if your creepin, please don't let it show&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;CANDY EMPIRE..&lt;br /&gt;i just go blurrrr.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT CANDY I WANT CANDY I WANT CANDY -chants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's shit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112428586649087084?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112428586649087084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112428586649087084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112428586649087084' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112366035570199722</id><published>2005-08-10T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T15:52:35.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays..&lt;br /&gt;damn.. tmm will be back to school already. haven accomplished anything yet..&lt;br /&gt;how dead. haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, yesterday was NATIONAL DAY..&lt;br /&gt;STAND UP FOR SINGPORE !!!!&lt;br /&gt;had the REAL ndp !!! wheeee. i get my saturdays baccck.. hahs!&lt;br /&gt;it was okay i guess.. as in we din screw up much. bleahs..&lt;br /&gt;the fireworks were pretty!!!! i still like the star ones.. then there was one that was like rain.. pretty pretty pretty.. hhahas. and it lasted quite long..  -grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the parade was still hanging around and we did the charity dance on the padang! how cool.. lols. i like the atmosphere.. :))&lt;br /&gt;thats how my national day was spent.. alalals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh.. and i finally met up with the chua gang and the bimbo grp!! hahas. thou some was missing.. miss them so much!! hurhur.. went to inka's and was goin thru gossips..&lt;br /&gt;lols. goin down the class list.. haz! simone's still the best.. bf= boyfriend not good friend..&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHS. so funn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrr. not in the mood to type much..&lt;br /&gt;power series here i come!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112366035570199722?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112366035570199722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112366035570199722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112366035570199722' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112264977114972254</id><published>2005-07-29T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T23:09:31.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/shing2501/toon_ridethebacks.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haish.. school's getting sucky..&lt;br /&gt;sat tmm.. weekend.. ndp.&lt;br /&gt;thot i mite actually go swimming in the morn before goin to school.. but now have to reach schools at nine to do stupid pw written report.. hell with it lahs..&lt;br /&gt;seriously hate projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently readin charlie and the chocolate factory again.&lt;br /&gt;hur hur. cravings for chocs. mmmhhmm. oompas loompas. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish that willy wonka truly exists. ahas. imagine all the candy and chocs u'll get.. heaven..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112264977114972254?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112264977114972254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112264977114972254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112264977114972254' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112238002975020356</id><published>2005-07-26T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T20:13:49.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;have been raining for like practically the whole day.. sighs&lt;br /&gt;the weather is sooo perfect for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 8 plus yesterday..  damn early.. was super tired and din feel like doin anything at all so might as well.. hahs. yawns. and i still feel as tho i need more sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch today was... as usual.  was talkin to wengs throughout physics lect and maths lect.. amusing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohs. and ptm sux lahs.. now my mum noes my whole timetable. bleahs. and wadeva that chiam said doesen help at all.. haishh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawnnss!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112238002975020356?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112238002975020356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112238002975020356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112238002975020356' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112203908470147296</id><published>2005-07-22T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T21:36:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not in the mood to do anything AT ALL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling pretty high in the morn since i just drank coffee but soon it died out.. just feel it..&lt;br /&gt;the day was boring.. as usual..&lt;br /&gt;had physics prac and was stupid enough to just continue using the equation given without manipulating it and only realised after i've completed the whole thing.. no wonder the readings were weird. so on the whole, my paper was in a TOTAL mess. cancellation here and dere and liquid paper all over the place and my answers... ehhhss. hope mr low will be able to make sense of it.. plus its counted as a ca. damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was just plain crap lahs. physics lect.. tks.. like anyone would actually listen to him..gp lect.. thot today's lect was actually quite interesting.. crime and punishment.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeas. had to fill in some green form early in the morn for maths. giving reasons why i performed badly and how i'm gonna improve. crappy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended at one and was stuck in the library. freakin cold i tell ya.. brrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;and fer lss today we made SOAP!! hahahs. was fun!! got reminded of chua tho.. :))&lt;br /&gt;butter/lard/oil .. wadeva thats fat plus with 6M of naoh. hahhas. damn concentrated.&lt;br /&gt;our soap turned out quite well. i guess.. at least its not like powder and it so doesen stink as much as the rest and it isn't as black as shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. tmm will be having ptm. dead.. getting FOC for my subs are NOT GOOD at all. Full Of Crap.grrr. have to wear sch u.. that sux.. gonna try and complete the analysis shit thinggy tmm and the copy of the report and the book on soil are left in class. stupid stupid stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyaa is seriously taking up too much time.. and seriously, now that i'm doin all these.. i dun even care whether i'm gonna get it at all.. isn't it just much more practical to spend ur time studying and get better results? arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;it all seems to be goin nowhere.. bleahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndp tmm... how fun.. suppose mummy and daddy would be goin.. since they got the tix..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my irritatedness is back.. pmsish.. sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to stitching i guess.. dun feel like doin any acadamic stuff at all.. mayb maths..&lt;br /&gt;shing's gonna smile thru life :))   wish u were here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112203908470147296?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112203908470147296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112203908470147296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112203908470147296' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112195160984051345</id><published>2005-07-21T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:13:29.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayys. so i've finally finished reading Harry Potter and the Half blood prince...&lt;br /&gt;a bit slow i noe and before i had even read a single page already knew that snape killed dumbledore.. yeas yeas.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. i need felix felicis. . hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;felt pretty accomplished for completing the book.. tho i still have tons of stuff left UNaccomplished. like the NYAA report.. damn shit lahs. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;haish.. not in the mood to blog anymore. gloomy days. hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112195160984051345?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112195160984051345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112195160984051345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112195160984051345' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112159655371294656</id><published>2005-07-17T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T18:38:05.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i declare that this kind of weather makes pple sleepy.. even pigeons get sleepy in this kinda weather. HA.&lt;br /&gt;okayys. so now i'm tryin to do my EOM. evaluation of materials. but obviously its headin NO WHERE AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;i dun even noe wad to write and plus the article wasn't even found by me but by cat.&lt;br /&gt;doesen help at all. arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;and wengs came online to send me the template..&lt;br /&gt;hahahs. how sweeeetttttt.. everyone goes awwww..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm suppose to proclaim that i LUV U WENGS!! i do do. hehhehs.&lt;br /&gt;ooohhhh... and i bought the HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF BLOOD PRINCE..&lt;br /&gt;needa re read some chapters of the Order of the pheonix to recap... can't really rmb wad happened in that book lahhhs.&lt;br /&gt;damn.. my memory is really failin me... getttin old ishhh badddd..&lt;br /&gt;ahhahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. had ndp yesterday.. was quite fun lahs.. as usual.. with mi ard... whahahhs.&lt;br /&gt;tooo bhb.. lols. this time there wasn't any bang bang who died game. and cat was a lil sick..&lt;br /&gt;they put ugly make up on us... which made us look damn pale.. then the had us put blusher and lipsticks.. elllooooo.. have u seen any PSA worker look so ... hiao??? ahahhs. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;more fireworks that nighttt!! pretty pretty.. especially the one with the star.. and this time its was the real taufik and rui en.. hahas. and there wasn't anymore lightsticks for us for the finale... cause the pple from the other acts were just too selfish. humphhhs.&lt;br /&gt;.. ooohs. and thanx fer the ice creammmm!! was damn touched.. din mind waitin fer u at all.. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. one of my longest entry in a looooong time..whahahs.&lt;br /&gt;endin at one tmm.. how early but the rest of them wud be havin chinese listening compre.:(&lt;br /&gt;i need to go swimmin and get back my tan..&lt;br /&gt;argghhhhhh. the weather ish disgustinnn! hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;i need my hyperness.. and everyones bein so hardworkin and damn motivated.. grrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112159655371294656?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112159655371294656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112159655371294656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112159655371294656' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112117498871604496</id><published>2005-07-12T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:29:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lurrvvveee cherries!! so duper yummy... ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepps. exams are over and i have seen like almost all my papers.&lt;br /&gt;except fer gp...&lt;br /&gt;so damn dead.. not lookin forward to ptm.. imagine all the stuff that mr chiam can tell my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failin like two out of my three As??!!!&lt;br /&gt;haishhhh... who to blame but myself... grrrr..&lt;br /&gt;i need tuition!!! and loadsss of practise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sudden motivation to study harrrd.. hope it wun die out so quickly...&lt;br /&gt;discipline discipline discipline..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super irritated with the connection today.. its takin sooo freakin lonnng just to load one page. everything's just not goin my wayyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just needed to add.. my dad changed the locked yesterdayyy.. now its not so troublesome anymore. happiieee. but its not one key opens them all.. sighhhs.&lt;br /&gt;mummy said that everyone has the rite to complain except mi... how true.. all my fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dental tmm. back to beloved orange again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112117498871604496?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112117498871604496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112117498871604496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112117498871604496' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-112023009882125283</id><published>2005-07-01T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:01:38.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally friday!&lt;br /&gt;one more paper to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think my mids are seriously damn screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr. dun wanna think abt it already lahhhs.&lt;br /&gt;had physics today.. bleahhhss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only maths left!!!&lt;br /&gt;jumps fer joy!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahs. maybe i should start panicking and actually start doin some maths.&lt;br /&gt;at this rate i think i'm most probably dead..  and i haven even actually started on it yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelinnn sleepyyy. tmm i can finally wake up a lil late!!&lt;br /&gt;more sleep.. hahhas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-112023009882125283?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112023009882125283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/112023009882125283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112023009882125283' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111977615161576318</id><published>2005-06-26T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T16:55:51.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wan my phone back...&lt;br /&gt;all the memories.. gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of the hols.&lt;br /&gt;tmm wil be chem mids.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i dun feel at the least prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111977615161576318?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111977615161576318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111977615161576318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111977615161576318' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111941924253364887</id><published>2005-06-22T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T13:47:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i declare that physics is drivin mi madddddd.&lt;br /&gt;rawrrr.&lt;br /&gt;kinematics.circular motion.dynamics.. blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a superrrrr lazy mood today..&lt;br /&gt;just feel like watchin tv!! hahhas.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'm havin a sudden craze fer BUFFY&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeettttss. Once more with feelings. watched it dunno how many freakin times and i'm still not bored of it. damn nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dere's naruto! grrrrrr. so many tempting shows!&lt;br /&gt;how am i suppose to concentrate like that. whahhahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, realised that my parents bed is actually quite good fer studyin.. hahahas. big enuff plus there's a tv in their room!!! hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;damn.. think i reallly need to concentrate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111941924253364887?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111941924253364887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111941924253364887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111941924253364887' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111911243732807775</id><published>2005-06-19T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:33:57.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.ccleaner.com/ref/?CAFB445474E748539FA50F8AC77859F0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go go go!!! SHOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh, i'm lame..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111911243732807775?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111911243732807775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111911243732807775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111911243732807775' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111907297893130232</id><published>2005-06-18T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T13:48:40.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have been studyin since i woke up.. sort of..&lt;br /&gt;hahahhs. feelin pretty accomplished.. i think i actually managed to stuff more into my brains then i did for this whole week while studyin at macs..&lt;br /&gt;lols. must be the tidy table... rrrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that i can't study outt..&lt;br /&gt;dere's just too much conversations goin on ard..&lt;br /&gt;hahhahs. and being me... lalalals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go offf soon to mugg..&lt;br /&gt;chem chem chem.. mayb its abt time i start on physics..&lt;br /&gt;not to mention maths..&lt;br /&gt;dieee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i simply hate pple tellin mi wad i have to do..&lt;br /&gt;wadevaaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111907297893130232?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111907297893130232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111907297893130232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111907297893130232' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111891109487481645</id><published>2005-06-16T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T16:38:14.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate the way i feel now..&lt;br /&gt;i hate it..&lt;br /&gt;haish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this the first day out of the entire holidays that i'm actually spendin one whole day at home..&lt;br /&gt;damnn. i realliii need to get out of the house..&lt;br /&gt;can't stand bein home.. alone... my mind wanders.. bleahhhs&lt;br /&gt;and i can absolutely crammmm NOTHING into this stupid head of mine..&lt;br /&gt;can't even study at all...&lt;br /&gt;there's the tv.. then there's my bed and sofa.. then there's this machine called the computer..&lt;br /&gt;have been basically sleepin and watchin tv the whole day.. and back here again..&lt;br /&gt;chemistry is KILLLLIIIIN me!!&lt;br /&gt;wad dipole dipole attraction??!! all that crap.. i have no idea wads goin on lahhhs.&lt;br /&gt;in deep shit.. haven even started on any other subs yett..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohsss.. and today's daddy's birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPPPYYYYY BIRTHDAY.. tho he wun be readin this. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i neeedddd to get out!!!&lt;br /&gt;baaaadddd idea to stay home today..sighss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111891109487481645?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111891109487481645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111891109487481645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111891109487481645' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111875282618996863</id><published>2005-06-14T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T20:40:26.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.baccckkk.&lt;br /&gt;have been back fer a few days already..&lt;br /&gt;damn. i miss the place.. mainly the pple.&lt;br /&gt;sighhs. i wan to go back dere again..&lt;br /&gt;thot that one week would actually be like a loooooonnnnggg time.&lt;br /&gt;but it din seem that way at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wannn to play murderer with u guys late at nite!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahs. *wink wink..&lt;br /&gt;and i promise i'll rmb which is the murderer card. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;stupidly addicted to that game.. whose fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhh.. i miss the times that we've spent there.&lt;br /&gt;how fun.. the talks. hahahs. oh wells. will still be seein u pple ard. doesen matter rrite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i think i'm contradicting myself.. i wan sch to start.. budden i still dun wan the hols to end. and i DO NOT want mid year to start!!! grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's something absolutely wrong with miii.&lt;br /&gt;haish.. i have no ideaa.&lt;br /&gt;if only life could be a little simplerr..&lt;br /&gt;i wish.. but wishes dun always come true do they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111875282618996863?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111875282618996863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111875282618996863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111875282618996863' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111797594334955703</id><published>2005-06-05T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:52:23.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gonna be goin to pulau tinggi tmm!!!&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrr.  one whole week..&lt;br /&gt;i'll survive!!&lt;br /&gt;haishhh. think i'll miss my bed, pillow and bolster madly!!!&lt;br /&gt;one whole week.. *poof* another week of my precious hols are gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. hope wengs is better already..&lt;br /&gt;lols. ohs. she cut her hairr!! like finallyy.. hehehhes.&lt;br /&gt;looks like a lil girl now.. cuttte. will miss her loads.&lt;br /&gt;wun be seein her fer two weeks!! lols..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx fer ur precious..&lt;br /&gt;damn scared that i wld lose it..&lt;br /&gt;hehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111797594334955703?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111797594334955703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111797594334955703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111797594334955703' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111789230984879620</id><published>2005-06-04T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T21:38:29.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;have been thinkin abt wad mich said the other day..&lt;br /&gt;a few months is not enuff to claim that u noe a person well..&lt;br /&gt;wad if he isn't wad you thot he would be??&lt;br /&gt;pple can be totally different in different situations..&lt;br /&gt;and that if a person really likes u, he wld be willin to spend more time to get to noe u better first&lt;br /&gt;basically its just that all guys are the same.. appearance counts..&lt;br /&gt;how can someone just say they like another person when they haven even really tok to them before.. most likely its just eyecandy.. another passin phase..&lt;br /&gt;most guys are the same..&lt;br /&gt;and i think she's rite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin off to pulau tinggi on mon.. haven even started packin yet...&lt;br /&gt;will only be bacck a week later.. bleahhs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find the needdd to repeat myself..&lt;br /&gt;i miss ij. i miss the pinafore. i miss guides. i miss the whole chua grp.&lt;br /&gt;wanna see all of them so badddly.. sighss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111789230984879620?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111789230984879620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111789230984879620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111789230984879620' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111781879472831268</id><published>2005-06-04T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:13:14.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;feelin pretty pissed now..&lt;br /&gt;elloooooooo???????!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wads ur freakin problem lahhhs. Is this just a game to you????&lt;br /&gt;dun u care abt how she wld feel????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just impossible fer mi to put in words..&lt;br /&gt;aishhhh.. like wad i always say..GO AND DIE LAHHHHS!!! grrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleahhhhhsss. spoilt my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in goody goody goody mood in the morn!!&lt;br /&gt;went late fer tutorials AGAIN..&lt;br /&gt;met simone. went back to ij to collect cert.&lt;br /&gt;looked fer mrs wong.. she looks somewhat better now.. or is it my imagination??&lt;br /&gt;she tellin us how beautiful chemistry is...  cute!&lt;br /&gt;met cho yau, lennard and simone's fren at macs. had hash brown.&lt;br /&gt;jiamin came. crap. mich came.&lt;br /&gt;off to kbox..&lt;br /&gt;had such fun.. damn. i miss them so much.. its just diff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wld rather much prefer to be back in ij.. all girls sch..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111781879472831268?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111781879472831268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111781879472831268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111781879472831268' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111773084399785652</id><published>2005-06-03T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T00:47:24.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i changed my template again!! nice???&lt;br /&gt;many thank yous  to michie!!! hahahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmms..&lt;br /&gt;was talkin to mich on the phone just now..&lt;br /&gt;haven been tokin to her in suchhhh a long time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised that wad she said was most probably true..&lt;br /&gt;lols. she thinks a lottt!! hahahs. and its damn scary that u noe&lt;br /&gt;soooooo many stuff!!! kpo lahs u..&lt;br /&gt;dunno where u get ur info from.. all over the place..&lt;br /&gt;bleahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i'm gonna slp soon.. still have mass chem tutorial tmm.. two whole hours..&lt;br /&gt;sians. oh wells. lookin forward to seein u guys!!! hehs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111773084399785652?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111773084399785652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111773084399785652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111773084399785652' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111693322239377499</id><published>2005-05-24T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:13:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one week..&lt;br /&gt;bleahhhs.&lt;br /&gt;sufferin from headache. grrrr. think i'm gonna slp like superrr early tonite lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laggin behind in almost everything. i need to get my priorities right. how easy for mi to sae.&lt;br /&gt;failed my chem test.. first time this year! haishhh. physics isn't goin anywhere to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs wun have schhh!! lookin forward to it.. lols. budden it would mean that gp paper wld be the next day. i am prepared to flunk it. hmmms. shall not think in a negative way.. i can do itt!!!!! ritte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sat went for some campland trainin thingy. thot it was quite fun. lols. was like playin stupiiiddd games meant fer primary sch kids.. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really had loadds of fun this long weekend! whheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;and i just got my hair cut.. damn... now i've got a stupid fringe and i look like a lil boy!!! wahhahs.&lt;br /&gt;sufferin from hair crisis. hair quick growww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;needa work harder now.. wun be seein mi online soooo often now!! muahhaahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111693322239377499?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111693322239377499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111693322239377499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111693322239377499' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111660106220290090</id><published>2005-05-20T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:57:42.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been feelin super tired tho i've been sleepin quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;sighhhs.&lt;br /&gt;this update is pretty useless and meaningless..&lt;br /&gt;not in the mood to blog these pastt few days. will do a proper one soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111660106220290090?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111660106220290090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111660106220290090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111660106220290090' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111615257505132441</id><published>2005-05-15T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T18:22:55.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently sufferin from lack of sleepp. bleahs&lt;br /&gt;hopin wad i said wld make sense.&lt;br /&gt;headache be gone!! *poof&lt;br /&gt;rrrite.&lt;br /&gt;too much stitchin is makin my eyes cross. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zen micro or ipod mini?&lt;br /&gt;zen micro of course!! it comes in sooooo many colours.&lt;br /&gt;ORANGE included. i simply adore my ORANGE zen micro.&lt;br /&gt;who saes it doesen look nice. it does kaes. at least its proportionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no iiiiideeaaaa wad i'm doin..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how i should feel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;tis is baddd. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;for every action dere's an equal and opp reaction..&lt;br /&gt;should i or should i nott??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry doesen make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;just some random thots here and dere..&lt;br /&gt;my mind is in a mess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[note: coffee makes mi hyper. stay clear.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111615257505132441?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111615257505132441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111615257505132441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111615257505132441' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111545474452049324</id><published>2005-05-07T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T16:32:28.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two wrong big mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Two big wrong mistakes&lt;br /&gt;then again mistakes are already wrong so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWO BIG MISTAKES.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions decisions. why do i always seem to be makin the wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;if only i could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;if.. everything happens fer a reason??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan to be back in ij baaadddlllly.&lt;br /&gt;still wearin my pinafore.&lt;br /&gt;things were much happier then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. seriously laggin behind in my sch work.&lt;br /&gt;especially physics.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea at all what is goin on.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i just can't find the motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;needa get the ball rollin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrrs.&lt;br /&gt;went swimmin todae.&lt;br /&gt;the weather was nice. bright and sunny. just the way i like it. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm basically just wastin my time away. slackin and stonin in front&lt;br /&gt;of this piece of machine. hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a happppiiiiieeeeeee gurl yest!!&lt;br /&gt;*big hugeeeee smile&lt;br /&gt;went to OCS. officer cadet school.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't all that baddd. and it meant that we could end lessons earlier.&lt;br /&gt;hooraaay.&lt;br /&gt;chem prac. i screwed up the whole blardy thing. just gonna copy the readings.&lt;br /&gt;then break. the physics lect. thats all we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nj went to ocs too!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and saw quite a no. of ppleee. hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;my two best frens from pri sch!!!! wooottts. both ended in nj.&lt;br /&gt;hahahs. miss them loadsssss.&lt;br /&gt;was desperately lookin out fer jiamin tho. but din see her at all. sadddds.&lt;br /&gt;then went back to school and realised that she isn't goin. rrrrite. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's not funnn anymore. i wan ij life baccccckkkkk. *whines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111545474452049324?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111545474452049324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111545474452049324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111545474452049324' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111485296826266830</id><published>2005-04-30T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T17:31:26.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Never ever deep in love never had home  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Others holding hands all day while i was on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Would you take my hand would you run away with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;To a destination where we can be so free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Never ever felt this way where have you been before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I was searching all my live now you knock on my door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Would you take my hand would you run away with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;To a destination where we can be so free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;somehow it doesen seem that appealin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocck climbin yesterday was...&lt;br /&gt;managed to conquer a few walls.&lt;br /&gt;can't believed i actually screamed. mans. shirlene really scared the hell outta mi.&lt;br /&gt;was bein slightly hyper.. too much sugar and caffein from the coffee at macs in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;whee. mj was waititn at the mrt yest. &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;sweet "surprise"&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;mei liang xin de. lols. duper cutee. ((:&lt;br /&gt;once again ben took the nel all the way to punggol with mi. grins.&lt;br /&gt;spca will send a letter to commend you on your &lt;b&gt;GREAT&lt;/b&gt; deed. rrrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. met up yest morn at macs to do the gpp.&lt;br /&gt;once again i was the latest. sighs. hotcakes and coffee.i'm lurvin it&lt;br /&gt;the two gentlemen were basically just slackin dere while us ladies were doin the work. stressin our brain cells.damn. i have no idea why i even bother goin to school.. just fer gp lect and one period of maths..&lt;br /&gt;loitered ard in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And I can be your girl, be your girl tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And I can see the world i see it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;We can be, you can be, they can be too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;As long there's eternity as long as there is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;have been askin myself whether i regretted quittin cj canoein.&lt;br /&gt;and the ans... ... yes.&lt;br /&gt;thot that by joining lss i would actually have more time on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;and since nyaa was already all planned out.. why not.&lt;br /&gt;sighs. its too late fer any regrets. nothing can be changed.&lt;br /&gt;i needa get myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;mayybee its time fer me to start serious muggin..&lt;br /&gt;study study study till i can study no moreeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;at least then my mind wun be wanderin..&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been feelin pretty nostalgic these few days.&lt;br /&gt;been thinkin of the times that i spent in ij.&lt;br /&gt;all the pple that came and went..&lt;br /&gt;sighs.. nothin is the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;time is passin mi by so quickly. gone in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;its frightening.&lt;br /&gt;i dun wan to grow up..&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and i'm seriously thankful that wengs is dere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;lurveeee you to bitss! *grins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111485296826266830?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111485296826266830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111485296826266830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111485296826266830' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111467539473708192</id><published>2005-04-28T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:03:14.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haishhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i miss wearin a pinafore!! badly..&lt;br /&gt;miss the times when i dun have to travellll all the way to the toilet just to change into&lt;br /&gt;blardy pe attire. and i can just practically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strip&lt;/span&gt; any where i want to . sighs.&lt;br /&gt;gone were the days.&lt;br /&gt;miss bein in an all girls school. bein in 4/8 with the chua gang.&lt;br /&gt;its just isn't the same. with mrs wong discoverin the BEAUTY of chemistry. crappin with the chua gang. bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven been home this early for a damn LONG time. hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;had dental. got to leave sch early. and was somewhat quite suay.&lt;br /&gt;damn. if only michael tan isn't there to criticise my uniform. dc? hope he wun rmb.&lt;br /&gt;sighs. purple purple. gay colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta do PI by today. i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;GPP tmm. hmmms. dun have to be in school till like 11am. good??&lt;br /&gt;nehs. suppose to meet up with pw grp in the morn to do GPP.&lt;br /&gt;macsss!!! -squeals-  then cat can go have a BIG BREAKFAST and go LAME again.&lt;br /&gt;lols. rock climbin again.. monkaye climbbbb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a THREE hour break today. borrrrinnn -yawns-&lt;br /&gt;coz the guys were doin their five items so we cud slack. so basically just followed the guys ard and i had funnn in the gymm. lols. standin broad jump still cannot make it. aimin foer 180?? think i can do it? wahahhas. rrrrite. ssstrrrrreeeettttcccchhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;another hour of break. sleeeepy. then had chinese break. ended in the library flippin thru National Geographic and sleeepin... maths lect. we learnt poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sin+sin=2sin cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sin-sin=2cos sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos+cos=2cos cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cos-cos=-2sin sin&lt;/span&gt; (this line suppose to be faster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr ho is farnaye. then i was goneeee. *poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that bascically summarised my dae. and just to add.. i am broke AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111467539473708192?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111467539473708192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111467539473708192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111467539473708192' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111432409002137038</id><published>2005-04-24T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T14:39:52.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: arial;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Just another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;started out like any other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;just another girl who took my breathe away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;then she turned around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;she took me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Just another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;that i had the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;i guess it goes to show..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;you never really know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;when everything's about to change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wads with mi and bloggin..&lt;br /&gt;first i'm far too lazy to even start typin crap..&lt;br /&gt;and now i've been online everyday since thurs and basically just crappin.&lt;br /&gt;this cannot go on.. -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;must not come online sooo often.. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have no idea why i am wastin my time here when i should be studyin.&lt;br /&gt;chem and maths test tmm. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;and clever mi forgot to bring home maths notes.&lt;br /&gt;how surprisin rrrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yahs. sort of edited my template again.&lt;br /&gt;was gettin bored with the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't find anyone that i like on blogskins.com&lt;br /&gt;yeps and i just realised that blogger actually offered some nice templates.&lt;br /&gt;lols.was lookin thru them yest. not that baddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still in need of songs. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wann those cute lil creative speakers!!&lt;br /&gt;prayin harrd that money will just drop from the sky above.. rrrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks as tho its goin to rain again.&lt;br /&gt;gloomy weather makin mi feel moody.&lt;br /&gt;wad a nice time to sleep.. ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111432409002137038?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111432409002137038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111432409002137038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111432409002137038' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111418734036863100</id><published>2005-04-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:29:00.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>snores.&lt;br /&gt;has been a funnnn dayy.&lt;br /&gt;its a fridayyyy. jumps fer joy.&lt;br /&gt;finally the weekends. lurrvin iiiit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhowwssss.&lt;br /&gt;somehow lectures seems much more interestin. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;sittin with sheep and prawnie durin phy lect. duper funnnn.&lt;br /&gt;crappin thru the whole lect. how interestiinnn. wengs was saein that one day we should go and take a print TOGETHER.  we creatttureees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we finally got to noe our project grp. and "surprisingly" was grouped with da bian once AGAIN!!! sighs. as if sittin beside him is not enuff. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended at one todae which was soooo early.&lt;br /&gt;slack dae. hees.&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. went to bishan macs while the rest was still havin great fun durin chinese lessons.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. walked ard j8 with shirlene before the others came.&lt;br /&gt;lols. went fer rock climbin. monkayyesss.&lt;br /&gt;experiments on oscillations and free fall due to acceleration was being conducted. rrrrite.&lt;br /&gt;victim? LOls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was allowed to leave at nine plus. how interestin!&lt;br /&gt;laughed till my stomach ached. ben and alvin took the nel with us all the wayyyy to seng kang!! wheee. super crappy. wahahahs. those clever iiidiots.&lt;br /&gt;took nel all the way to seng kang and one lives at woodlands and the other at bukit panjang.&lt;br /&gt;lols. alvin was sayin how clever he was when he could have taken a bus from tanjong pagar and could have reached home before 10. lols. but all the way to seng kang??!! and wld reach home at 1am. i'm sureeeee.  lols. spca would really thank you soooo much fer entertainin this monakye..&lt;br /&gt;wahahahs. hao xin you hao bao! fer that i shall bring my hole puncture to school!&lt;br /&gt;next week u all can pei mi all the way to punggol and row backkkk to the customs! farnaye! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111418734036863100?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111418734036863100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111418734036863100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111418734036863100' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111408966129450368</id><published>2005-04-21T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:22:49.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i've decided to actually update.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much have been goin on in this borin life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;currently lookin for a new blog template.&lt;br /&gt;would have to wait like a millioooon years before mich actually makes mi one.&lt;br /&gt;any nice ones ard?&lt;br /&gt;lols. and i'm proud to sae that i've uncovered the secret of not lettin my internet connection get dc so often.. -cheers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stooopid com doesen like da bian. dun allow mi to receive songs from him..&lt;br /&gt;i neeeeeedddd more nice songs! sighs.&lt;br /&gt;just to mention.. shit is dyin!! poor shitty is tearin up.. handle with CARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havin napfa next week i think..&lt;br /&gt;i can't do standing broad jump.. ever seen a goldfish tryin to jump??&lt;br /&gt;dieee. monkayes leapppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae has been a pretty sian daes. tirredddd. 'miracles' of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;hello pandas FOC!compliments of cho yau and prawnie! i am addicted to PANDAS! LOLS. luckily got wengs there with mi. lurvve euuuu!&lt;br /&gt;which i just got reminded that we have not finished our "compo" durin lect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. pw is superrrr irritatin when u dun even noe wat u have to include and have no freakin ideas.. physics is still goin nowhere . numbers and formula and equations.&lt;br /&gt;stone. i wan mr loh baccckkk. -whines- maths lessons are still super hilarious. mr ho tokin bout controllin ur bladder and the farni guy in the bus. crapppppyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. rock climbin tmm.. funnnn. lookin forward to it.. but wat am i goin to do fer 5 hours before the thing starts. borreeddd. someone's in fer a surpriseee.. sweeeeet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111408966129450368?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111408966129450368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111408966129450368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111408966129450368' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111370337897663030</id><published>2005-04-17T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T10:02:58.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala elmo song... bleahs. madnesssss.&lt;br /&gt;hehs. mich! where's my template?? hurhur. help mi make one quiiiiick!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened this week. boriinnn as usual.&lt;br /&gt;so.yep. went fer rock climbin yesterday. its actually quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;i can climb i can climb!! woootssss!! monkayyeee/goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;wadever. diaooo. i helped pple pass their belayin!! -claps-&lt;br /&gt;lookin forward to next friday! wheeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the 10 of us made our way to ps. Lss outin!! wahahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;how interestin rrrite.&lt;br /&gt;9 of us bought some pooh thingy. the kind when u insert a one dollar coin and then turn&lt;br /&gt;the knob waitin fer the ball to drop out. at first i got a monkaye! but decided that hippo was cuter and exchanged it with liang wei ! hahahs. i am evil. hippos are cuter! decided to persuade more pple to get it too. now we have cute poohs hanging from our hp! we rox! LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jie jie after that and zao. felt BRIGHT. LOLS. oh wells. ps our class. oopppsss.&lt;br /&gt;they went to atch pacifier! whinesss!!! i wan to watch it tooooo!! sighs. so many shows that i wan to watch. bleahs. i am goin BROKEEE! donate money to me pleasssseeeeee!!!!???? pwetty please???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111370337897663030?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111370337897663030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111370337897663030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111370337897663030' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111347751137535973</id><published>2005-04-14T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:18:31.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updatin time!&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. stupiiddd internet connection got stupiiiid problem.&lt;br /&gt;keep on dc me. irritatin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice to have pple i noe hu's interested in naruto too!!&lt;br /&gt;and they think that gaara's quite cool too!!! whee!&lt;br /&gt;haha. must thank xiao yang fer lendin mi box 2. hehs. soooo interestinnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still have no idea wats goin on in physics! bleahs!&lt;br /&gt;fail lahs. wonder why i even took physics in the first place..&lt;br /&gt;baahhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had life science yest. how interestin. makin bombs.&lt;br /&gt;with wat? zip lock bags + water + vinegar + tissue + bakin soda.&lt;br /&gt;sooo fun rrrite.. like in kindergarden. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.  wonder what have i gotten myself into..&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111347751137535973?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111347751137535973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111347751137535973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111347751137535973' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111296797158357193</id><published>2005-04-08T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:14:46.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dissappointed??&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.. sighs..&lt;br /&gt;somehow, we dun seem to be spending enuff time together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sciences is my new cca!! and i'm goin fer nyaa gold..&lt;br /&gt;-cheers- chance fer mi to slack?&lt;br /&gt;not very sure whether i made the right choice in quittin canoein tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am startin to get use to t28.&lt;br /&gt;it isn't that badd.&lt;br /&gt;still, i'm missin t21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. some random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;saw chua at j8 today when i was with wengs.&lt;br /&gt;wat happened to his hair!!! it looks flattened!!gosh.&lt;br /&gt;wengs bought a shirt fer toad.&lt;br /&gt;we bought many many orange earsticks. thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;niceee. orange rocks.&lt;br /&gt;went to slack at orchard with shirlene and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply have no idea wats goin on in physics.&lt;br /&gt;die. maths is funnnn!&lt;br /&gt;mr ho is duper farni in a sarcastic way..&lt;br /&gt;have to be in my studyin mood!&lt;br /&gt;and i shall be a good influence to ben. wahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111296797158357193?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111296797158357193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111296797158357193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111296797158357193' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111158291703175067</id><published>2005-03-23T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T21:01:57.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think its bout time i updated.&lt;br /&gt;have been lazeeee.. oops.&lt;br /&gt;anyhows. quite a no. of things happened..&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'm just not in the mood to elaborate..&lt;br /&gt;sighs. i feel stupidd sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;the timin is badd and i'm feelin damn guilty..&lt;br /&gt;haish... but still i feel fortunate.. hehs ((:&lt;br /&gt;and i'll really really really miss you loads!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lurve wengs!!! hmmms. thanx fer bein dere!! wat will i do without you mans.. hehehs.&lt;br /&gt;-hugx-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeas. today is like officially the first day..&lt;br /&gt;still stayin CJ.. and i lurvveeeee it dere!!&lt;br /&gt;lols. orientation todae was BORINNNNNNNN..&lt;br /&gt;imagine doin all the same stuff over again. yupps.&lt;br /&gt;and i got the cj uniform!!! 10 years in a pinafore.. finally i get to change into something new..&lt;br /&gt;think i will look weird in it..&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.. LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;prays tt my class wld be funn.. hmmms. i am missin 1T21 !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall wish XiaoTing an early HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;olddddd. lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111158291703175067?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111158291703175067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111158291703175067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111158291703175067' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111093724121957247</id><published>2005-03-16T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T09:40:41.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shiying have come to the conclusion that big bird from sesame street CAN'T SING AT ALL..&lt;br /&gt;imagine wakin up in the morn just to hear big bird in his gayish voice singing bout the no. 4&lt;br /&gt;the horrors.&lt;br /&gt;sighs... and blue clue's on now on kids central..&lt;br /&gt;and i'm watchin little kc.&lt;br /&gt;this entry is gettin kinda meaninless.&lt;br /&gt;and i am still half asleep. snorts.&lt;br /&gt;i am just bored. dun mind me.&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111093724121957247?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111093724121957247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111093724121957247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111093724121957247' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111088284076203352</id><published>2005-03-15T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T18:34:00.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;wengs!!! i will bring my charger so u BETTA dun start prayin..&lt;br /&gt;i will dieeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways was out with wengs and wayne.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go watch series but they dun have the tix.&lt;br /&gt;ended up walkin quite aimlessly ard ps. pooh craze.&lt;br /&gt;made our way to compasspt. yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;nuthin much..&lt;br /&gt;feelin damn sleepy now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wengs missin toady! hehehehs.&lt;br /&gt;dun be sad kaes!!!&lt;br /&gt;luv ya!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiying is bored. sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111088284076203352?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111088284076203352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111088284076203352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111088284076203352' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111080975877601122</id><published>2005-03-14T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:15:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nice daeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at bout 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why i woke up so early and i slept at like 1 am the previous nite!!!&lt;br /&gt;sighs. i needddd my sleep. lols.&lt;br /&gt;met wengs at kovan and had brunch!!&lt;br /&gt;hotcakes! compliments of her ah ma!!! hehehehs!&lt;br /&gt;and wengs!!! dun you DARE pray this time!! NO WAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. made our way over to her house. did some mean crappin.&lt;br /&gt;oops. but we just can't help it.. watched peter pan..&lt;br /&gt;but fell asleep in the end and just din bother to cont watchin..&lt;br /&gt;slept and slept and slept. goin to her house to slp... rrrrite.&lt;br /&gt;decided to wake up and not be pigs. played with her xbox&lt;br /&gt;game 1: halo have no idea wat we were suppose to do..&lt;br /&gt;game 2: dynasty warriors ..oooh. she's good at killin.. and i totally sux. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;game 3: football.. FUnnnnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;watched x men 2!!! i likeeee that show!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and then she wanted to watch hi5. of all shows..&lt;br /&gt;hommmmeeeeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;dere. my day's gone.&lt;br /&gt;anyways was suppose to go out with mich. but she dun wan to watch series of unfortunate events nor spongebob. sighs. and two pple goin kboxin wun be funnn. lols.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells another time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snoreeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111080975877601122?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111080975877601122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111080975877601122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111080975877601122' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111071412741005780</id><published>2005-03-13T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T19:42:07.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmms. under the request of dear wengs i shall UPDATE.&lt;br /&gt;dun u feel honoured??&lt;br /&gt;okok. it has been a damn INTERESTIN week. hahahas. funnn&lt;br /&gt;*winks to wengs&lt;br /&gt;lols. i'm happy fer her!!! lols. i'm goin to lose my fren.. -whines-&lt;br /&gt;but she promised she wun abandon us. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy girl today!!! wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;first of all its the coffee tts makin mi duper super hyper.&lt;br /&gt;wahha. then its tat i just bought a new mp3 player!!!&lt;br /&gt;skipped chua today. since i think most of them went on sat and cheryl's not goin too.&lt;br /&gt;yeas. went to the IT fair at suntec to get the player. ITS ORANGE!!! double joy.&lt;br /&gt;5gb which means i can store like 2500 songs??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hols are here!!! but somehow i dun feel tt gr8 bought the hols. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. lemme repeat. i am HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;i am gettin lame.. rrrrite..&lt;br /&gt;gonna have dinner SOON and i'm HUNGRY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111071412741005780?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111071412741005780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111071412741005780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111071412741005780' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-111011315517574709</id><published>2005-03-06T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:45:55.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>swing to the left.. where's my left?&lt;br /&gt;swing to the right.. where's my right??&lt;br /&gt;17 years and i still can't differentiate left and right..&lt;br /&gt;not farniii at all.. at least i still can differentiate right from wrong..&lt;br /&gt;damn. i am gettin extremely lame..&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm havin mood swings.. sighs..&lt;br /&gt;one moment i am super hyper and high.. and another moment i'll be feelin damn moody..&lt;br /&gt;take this morn fer example..haish.&lt;br /&gt;feels good to have finally sort things out within my mind..&lt;br /&gt;shall be like wengs and claim that i am a HAPPY girl. hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;shall miss wengs lotsa if she does not stay in cj and goes to poly... she's like the only other person i can actually talk to.. sighs. why do i feel like cryin now?? missin hailing.jiamin.mich.wengs badly all of a sudden.. tho i just saw them not THAT long ago..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes..i just can't help but get irritated with a certain someone. tho she's done nuthin wrong to mi.. well.. wengs how???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss ijtp loads!!! hahahs. makes mi feel happier noein that i wld be goin back fer mass!!! seein familiar faces again!!! wheeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-111011315517574709?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111011315517574709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/111011315517574709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111011315517574709' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110986127841573436</id><published>2005-03-03T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:47:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmms. almost one week without bloggin..&lt;br /&gt;yeps. so the O levels results are out..&lt;br /&gt;kinda dissappointed tho.. especially with my eng.. a friggin b4..&lt;br /&gt;sobs.. got 13 points.. increased by 1 pt. super sads.. oh wells. wats over is over.. nuthin i can do bout that.. so yeas..&lt;br /&gt;think i'm goin to stay in cjc. bobian. lols.&lt;br /&gt;but cj's not such a baddd place and i like it here.. so it isn't all that bad afterall..&lt;br /&gt;think i'm goin to miss t21.. with all those crappy pple. sighs..&lt;br /&gt;prays that more pple would be stayin though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohs. and tues dropped my fone at the grandstand..&lt;br /&gt;and the screen was spoilt.. as in you just can't see anything but you can still call and do all those crap.. so yeas.. UNLUCKY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must thank wengs fer lendin mi her phone fer one day!! hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;managed to persuade mum to get mi a new phone!! wheee.. at first she said that i had to wait at least till the weekends to get it.. but she got my new phone fer mi on wed!!!&lt;br /&gt;happy happy..&lt;br /&gt;samsung e810 !!!!&lt;br /&gt;a newer model than e800.. and i think i got it quite cheap! lols.&lt;br /&gt;claps claps.&lt;br /&gt;i lurvvveeee my fone!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110986127841573436?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110986127841573436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110986127841573436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110986127841573436' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110934423043386841</id><published>2005-02-25T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:10:30.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea wat i want anymore..&lt;br /&gt;can't i just make up my mind and stick to the decisions i've made.&lt;br /&gt;shud stop being so freakin fickle minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i choose wat i want to see?&lt;br /&gt;and shut my eyes to those that are unpleasant?&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.. but wat can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels results are like comin out soon..&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sobs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110934423043386841?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110934423043386841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110934423043386841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110934423043386841' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110915492420014965</id><published>2005-02-23T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:35:24.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because you make mi believe in myself..&lt;br /&gt;when nobody else can help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been stonin a lot lately.. just starin into space..&lt;br /&gt;stupid things goin thru my mind.. stuff that i would rather not think abt..&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. results are goin to be out soon.. wish that it wld be fri but most said that it would be on mon. not really lookin forward to it.. once its out.. everything might just have to start all over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i have no idea wat i want to sae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to make my singpass todae.. it din take tt long. just hope that i wld be able to remember the blardy password. i have a "good" memory..&lt;br /&gt;met inka at j8.. lols! met kelly on the bus yest and met bonnie when she crashed cjc.&lt;br /&gt;hehs. its meetin the bimbo grp time..&lt;br /&gt;for some unknown reason i dun really miss 4/8 now.. just missin certain grps of pple..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ponned sch on mon. wasted some time persuadin my mum.. was suppose to finish up my tutorials and cleanin up my room but ended up watchin a movie and walkin ard little india with my dad.. apparently he is clearin his leave.. i chose such a great time to pon rite.. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;watched Million Dollar Baby.. basically abt this female boxer who became paralysed and asked fer euthanasia... which reminds mi of the debate which we had in sec 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun. went for the STUPID band concert.. did i mention that it sux?? well it did. left halfway and ju. jia min. and me ended up at crepes and cream eatin SUPER DUD's BOWl (at least i think tts wat its called) everyone was starinnn. kewl. lols. tt was wayyyy more fun than the band concert and by the way ij band concert was SOOOOO much better.&lt;br /&gt;oooooh. yeas. went to queensway after chua with ju to look at shoes. bought a pair if adidas.. hope it wun get lost again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bored.. and too lazy to continue typin. bleahs. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110915492420014965?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110915492420014965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110915492420014965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110915492420014965' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110873810042268898</id><published>2005-02-18T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T22:48:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;PUKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;here I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; thinking of you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You don't know how sick you make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Every time I think of you, I puke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You must just not know-oh-oh-oh-ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You may not think you do, but you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Every time I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; But off of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song--whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; So fuck it, I'ma start right here by just be brief-a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Bout to rattle off some other reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; On my arm, but what do I go and do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I go and get another one, now I got two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; If you only knew how much I hated you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You don't know how sick you make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Every time I think of you, I puke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You may not think you do, but you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Every time I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; But I thought a song would probably be a little better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Instead of a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; That you'd probably just shred up--yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink ta, a stupid piece a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Paper, I'd rather let you see how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You're a fuckin' cokein' slut, I hope you fuckin' die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; I hate your fuckin' guts, you fuckin' slut--I hope you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Di-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-ie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; It's just that when I think of you, it makes me wanna yak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; -aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa-ag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; What else can I do, I haven't got a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; But every time I think of you now, I'll I wanna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Is pu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uu-uke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You don't know how sick you make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Every time I think of you, I puke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You must just not know--whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You may not think you do, but you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Every time I think of you, I puke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; Fuckin' bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;feelin soooo much better now.. -big smiles-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;coffee is seriously my anti-depressant..&lt;br /&gt;the wonders wat a can of nescafe regular can make..&lt;br /&gt;can't wait fer tmm.. goin shoppin with darlin wengs!!&lt;br /&gt;highlight of the day mans!! sooo lookin forward to it..&lt;br /&gt;hehs!!&lt;br /&gt;today has been quite funn..&lt;br /&gt;another crappy day.. oh wells. trng was slack..&lt;br /&gt;currently listenin to mockingbird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110873810042268898?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110873810042268898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110873810042268898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110873810042268898' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110865115309378502</id><published>2005-02-17T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T22:39:13.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously.. sometimes i just can't seem to be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;things may look perfect on the outside.. but in truth.. they're not..&lt;br /&gt;why do we have to put on an act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayin hard that its not true at all?&lt;br /&gt;cry in front of me and i will end up cryin with you too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110865115309378502?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110865115309378502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110865115309378502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110865115309378502' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110863774569919821</id><published>2005-02-17T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T18:55:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Lost Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Lost and then found oh I know you are around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I can't help but to look in the clouds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; If I had to guess as to where you would be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; it's looking out on over me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I never thought that moment would come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; when I'd have to look out my window alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; now I'm watching the stars and still hoping to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; the day when you will come back to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And everything that you thought was fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; has turned its back into more than time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; You said to me that its all allright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; you can't find yourself today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Lost and then found how I live for that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; some call me crazy for thinking this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; my life seems so empty, its rained for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Your eyes still glow, How I love your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;And everything that you thought was fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  has turned its back into more than time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  You said to me that its all allright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  you can't find yourself today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;niceeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gettin irritated too easily.. tts not good!! not good at all..&lt;br /&gt;i need time off.. i can't help it but feel the way i do..&lt;br /&gt;=/ oh wells. Dun mean to be mean..&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. valentine week! was quite fun!!&lt;br /&gt;but there's no MTVAA this year.. rrrrite cheryl??&lt;br /&gt;i really miss valentine in ij..&lt;br /&gt;bought a cute sunflower for wengs!! owe her too much!!&lt;br /&gt;-winks- love her to bits!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehs.&lt;br /&gt;sat havin sajc funfair.. hailing said she wun be able to go.. sobs..&lt;br /&gt;hope wengs is free on sat.. then we can go SHOPPING!! lookin forward to it! =D&lt;br /&gt;sun.. band concert.. not too enthu bout that.. but too bad bought the tix already.. think i shud be quite ok lahs.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. hope everything would turn put alrite.. not feelin too happy these few days..&lt;br /&gt;but my mood shall change!! i will force it too..&lt;br /&gt;freakin tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110863774569919821?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110863774569919821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110863774569919821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110863774569919821' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110821933753869517</id><published>2005-02-12T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:42:17.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;hmms. i got down to makin a new template..&lt;br /&gt;complete contrast.. black to white..&lt;br /&gt;proud of myself.. shall start makin vday gift..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110821933753869517?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110821933753869517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110821933753869517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110821933753869517' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110821545358560786</id><published>2005-02-12T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T21:38:30.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's somethin' 'bout the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You look tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's somethin' bout the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's somethin' 'bout the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your lips invite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe it's the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I get nervous when you're around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I want you to be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you need a reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's in the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You move me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You tease me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's in the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when I can't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The right words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You feel it in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, feel it in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somethin' 'bout how you stay on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's somethin' 'bout the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I whisper your name when I'm asleep, oh, girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe it's the look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You get in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, baby, it's the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It makes me feel to see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the reasons they may change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But what I'm feelin' stays the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You move me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You tease me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want you tonight (tonight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's in the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when I can't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The right words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You feel it in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, feel it in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't put my fingers on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just what it is that makes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Love you, you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So don't ask me to describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I get all choked up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just thinkin' 'bout the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's in the way that (Oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You move me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You tease me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The way that I want you tonight (tonight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh (It's in the way that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You hold me (the way you hold me, yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know me (the way you know me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When I can find the right words to say (Feel it in the)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's in the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You move me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the way that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You tease me (feelin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The way-ay-ay-ay-ay ~ (feel it in the way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's somethin' 'bout the way you look tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There's nothin' more to say than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I feel it in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hmmmms.. its a nice song!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;valentines day is comin up and i haven finished makin prezzies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;leavin it till the last min.. hope i can finish tho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;welll... todae have been quite an uneventful day.. bleahs. super borin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;woke up at 10am. shall we dance. com.lunch.uncle's house.home.dinner.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wat can be worse than tt??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yeps. anyhow. prays that wengs eye would be fine soon.. then she can wear her contacts and be not so geeky..lols!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;interesting stuff happened on thurs.. but can't tell.. shhhhhhhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;rofl.. couldn't stop laughin for soooo damn long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;damn farni.. rrrite ju??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;feel like changin my template again.. its startin to bore mi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but i'm too lazy to make another one myself and there's nothing nice on blogskins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so yeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;think we would be gettin back our results like in a few weeks time.. i totally dread it.. damn. like the way things are now.. dunch wan my results to spoil the fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-BORED-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;somebody enetertain mi please!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ooooh.. and i really really really really really want to change my phone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;samsung e800.. but my contract's not up yet.. and if i have to change to starhub i have to pay like $250 to singtel.. which i dun wan to.. so yeas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hmmms. mum was like suggestin that i just buy the phone itself. but its gonna be so blardy ex and i have to use my own money.. damn.. things are just soooo not perfect..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;shall go on a saving spree.. wish me luck.. hehs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110821545358560786?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110821545358560786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110821545358560786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110821545358560786' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110793510330396427</id><published>2005-02-09T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T15:45:03.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh.. yes! it CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;i decided its time to blog fer a while.&lt;br /&gt;hehs. just came home from grandma's house.  and the weather is so bloody hot.&lt;br /&gt;haven count the amt of money yet.. muahahhas. tts the only good thing bout chinese new year..&lt;br /&gt;the red packets. $_$&lt;br /&gt;currently dl rose online which is takin friggin long..&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. was forced to play heart attack with my cousin.. siansss.&lt;br /&gt;lols. fallinnn asleep.. think i shall end here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110793510330396427?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110793510330396427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110793510330396427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110793510330396427' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110743327018350005</id><published>2005-02-03T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T20:21:10.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think its time fer mi to blog. lols.&lt;br /&gt;i am gettin SUPER lazy mans! hehs.&lt;br /&gt;today. yeps. wat did we do..&lt;br /&gt;woke up like 5:15 just to go to school fer runs.&lt;br /&gt;and i made it dere on time -clap clap-&lt;br /&gt;sch was pretty borin.. pe was FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;walked thru the jungke and was suppose to end up in "bukit timah" . wahahha.&lt;br /&gt;which reminds mi.. doris still has one of my saga seed.&lt;br /&gt;lecture day. damn borinnnn. yawns.&lt;br /&gt;went out with part of the class to have lunch at j8.. walked ard..&lt;br /&gt;met wengs.. sheryl ju left fer sch.. supposedly hafta go fer the nyaa thingy.. but. lazy larsss!!&lt;br /&gt;left with wengs!!!&lt;br /&gt;we talked and talked and talked!!&lt;br /&gt;haven really talk to her in sucha long time even tho we see each other like everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;lurrve it!! hehs. went to kovan macs and talked some more..&lt;br /&gt;and yeas. tt place really brought back good memories.. us studyin together.. and the mirror!! wahahah!! shall leave a msg here fer her too.. since she left mi one on her blog. hehs&lt;br /&gt;weng!!! i lurveeee u tooo dear!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;lols! shld really just sit dwn and talk once in a while lorr.&lt;br /&gt;anddd you dun have to pray lahs!! its impossible..&lt;br /&gt;-hugx-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go offline soon and get on with chem. bleahs. still stuck at question three. and i screwed up physics test! wahahha. not a surprise.. bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110743327018350005?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110743327018350005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110743327018350005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110743327018350005' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110683090115357458</id><published>2005-01-27T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T21:01:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmss..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shud just write a super long entry.. if i can last that long that is.&lt;br /&gt;okok..&lt;br /&gt;lets start from my birthday.. was two days ago?? i got all my days mixed up..&lt;br /&gt;lols. was SUPER SUPER happy. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;so many pple msged to wish mi happy birthday!! am soooo touched. some i thot that they would have forgotten but they din.. =D&lt;br /&gt;went to school.. met at the bus stop.. cheryl came and gave mi this ikea pillow or cushion or wateva u call it.. its the best prez mans!!!!! she sew my name on it S-h-i-y-i-n-g ! thats like 7 alphabets. and its super nice plus it came in my favourite colour!! love her loads mans!!!  oh.. and cheryl.. i still have my side of the popcorn box frm hp2 and the cactus is doin JUST fine under my care tho it din seem to be growin much.. lols. and the "card" was nice too!!! sweeet..&lt;br /&gt;hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;ju plus some others gave mi a WHITE nike cap. wanted it fer sooo long..&lt;br /&gt;yellow ducky from jason.&lt;br /&gt;piggy from xavier and wengs&lt;br /&gt;eeyore from alvin&lt;br /&gt;prettty bracelet with "s" from hailing&lt;br /&gt;dangling earrings from doris gabriel and jeremy&lt;br /&gt;AND dangling earrings from xiao ting (which came in the mail)&lt;br /&gt;forever frens bear from randy giel and denya&lt;br /&gt;marshmallows from benjamin&lt;br /&gt;a new BAG from my parents!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOLS!!!!  thanx pple!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(thankyou thankyou thankyou) x 1000000&lt;br /&gt;hehs. my class is super nice!!!! they even bought a cake!! lols&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. got whipped cream sprayed all over mi.. dirty my pinaforee!! humphs.&lt;br /&gt;a piece of choc cake smashed rite into my face!!!&lt;br /&gt;all in all i had a nice birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to wed..&lt;br /&gt;hmmmms.. the day was quite ok.. tutorials and lectures were borin as usual..&lt;br /&gt;had canoein.. went all the way to kallang. had to do push ups on the freakin hot road..at like 3 plus pm..&lt;br /&gt;walked ard barefooted on the bloody hot road again..&lt;br /&gt;partner xavier.. the kayakin part was pretty fun..&lt;br /&gt;did circuits. BAREFOOTED!!&lt;br /&gt;washed up..&lt;br /&gt;and i CLEVERLY LEFT MY ADIDAS SHOES AT KALLANG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;meanin i forgot to bring them back.&lt;br /&gt;meanin i just lost bought 80 bucks&lt;br /&gt;meanin i am sooooooo dead&lt;br /&gt;only realised it at like 9 pm???!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;pissed at myself mans... it not even three months old.. plus i bought it from hongkong plus i haven seen the same design in sg..&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;luckily my mum haven noticed its gone.. wat to tell her??? in deep shit mans.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. and it din fly home to mi..&lt;br /&gt;bahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to today..&lt;br /&gt;lectures was borin..&lt;br /&gt;had chem and physics test.&lt;br /&gt;bahss. mr loh was soooo damn noisy durin the physics test. tok crap.. but i think he's quite farni. lols.&lt;br /&gt;learnin how to do test ubder adverse cond.. wat crap.. wasn't even like a test lahs. still can consult sheryl. lols.&lt;br /&gt;ended sch early.. thurs is the only day!!!! had lunch with part of the class at cine. wasn't in the mood fer pool. plus i sucked at it.. so decided to go "shoppin" with ju and giel..&lt;br /&gt;wanted to buy socks. but din see any.. giel left..&lt;br /&gt;super tired and decided to go home.. ended up in watsons.&lt;br /&gt;had a fun time dere mans.. so amused..&lt;br /&gt;felt so energetic while shoppin fer shampoo. conditioners and face wash..&lt;br /&gt;lols!!! we are farni pple!!!! hehs..&lt;br /&gt;bought a deodorant meant for men.. it smells quite nice actually.. lols.&lt;br /&gt;then boarded the mrt at orchard. decided that i want to go to populer. ju reminded mi that there was a popular at orchard.&lt;br /&gt;got off at somerset. ran across to take the train back..&lt;br /&gt;lols!! i am amused!!!! whahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;so dere.. that is abt alll...&lt;br /&gt;lols..&lt;br /&gt;my longest entry fer a LONG LONG TIME!!!!!! proud of myself..&lt;br /&gt;hehhehehehs.&lt;br /&gt;being in cj makes mi become more egoistic. wahahahahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110683090115357458?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110683090115357458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110683090115357458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110683090115357458' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110636720492536521</id><published>2005-01-22T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T12:22:35.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmms. i hate this feelin. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;not knowin wat to expect ....&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;it just makes mi feel farni and insecure insidee. bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;feelin sleepy again and i just woke up like a few hours ago..&lt;br /&gt;yawnsssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110636720492536521?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110636720492536521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110636720492536521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110636720492536521' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110613054485451325</id><published>2005-01-19T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T18:29:04.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooootssss&lt;br /&gt;finally i am bloggin.&lt;br /&gt;feelin superrrrr lazy and damn tired everyday&lt;br /&gt;shitified. might be goin over to sheryl's house to sleepoverr&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee.. class outing!! lookin 4ward to it.&lt;br /&gt;basically i am just slackin. oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110613054485451325?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110613054485451325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110613054485451325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110613054485451325' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110552487456214402</id><published>2005-01-12T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T18:17:58.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i should consider myself lucky. hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;have definitely not regretted goin to cjc and meetin new frens hu are as crappy as me. mayb even worse. thankful that i have ju ard allowin me to be myself!&lt;br /&gt;it just make me sad to think that while i am here enjoyin myself with half of my clique in the same school while some of them are quite sad in their own school. and i really miss them loads!!&lt;br /&gt;was accompanyin ju to school to meet her sis yest. crossed the overhead bridge and went up the slope a lil. while walkin up. that few steps. made mi realised that i really miss IJ A LOT. tho i've been dere for only four years while the rest 10. IJ really changed me! lurve my sch to bits.&lt;br /&gt;went back to the bus stop to wait fer 156.. was lookin at our sch and rememberin all the fun times we had. almost cried out at the bus stop. sighs. there will come a day when all of us will finally meet. and ju... u owe me a drink!! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110552487456214402?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110552487456214402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110552487456214402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110552487456214402' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110527152344313446</id><published>2005-01-09T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T19:52:03.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today ahs been a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;had chua in the morn.. crappy as usual. lols.&lt;br /&gt;all the bk at raffles are gone. whines. where are we suppose to have our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;freakin cold now.&lt;br /&gt;lunch with cheryl.ju.jiamin.hailing.simone.vera.&lt;br /&gt;oh mans. i miss the chua pple loads!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then jia min was tellin us all the lame jokes that she heard in sch and the lame games that they play. lols. basically we just spent the whole time tokin.&lt;br /&gt;went over to ps and had lunch at the food court then decided to migrate down to macs to continue the conversation. i MISS THEM!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;was tokin at macs then jia min started cryin and soon i started tearin and so did ju.&lt;br /&gt;first time cryin at macs. lols. wells. there's a first time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS CHUA GRP!!!!!!!! MUST MEET UP OFTEN KAES!!!! -sobs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110527152344313446?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110527152344313446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110527152344313446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110527152344313446' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110519202104552521</id><published>2005-01-08T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T21:47:01.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soooooo.&lt;br /&gt;now football's on. singapore versus ???&lt;br /&gt;i have NO IDEA at all. just that some other guy from some other nearby place was singin &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;MAJULAH SINGAPURA&lt;/span&gt; along with the tv so bloody loud. bahs. weirddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow hows. i am as usual VERY VERY VERY SLEEPY..&lt;br /&gt;hahah. i think i always choose the worst time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.. shall try to type as long as i can..&lt;br /&gt;i am FREEZING. have been feelin soooooo colddddd since the moment i woke up. or mayb before that.&lt;br /&gt;oks. now i think there's been a goal or something?? coz the i heard GOAL!!!!! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;hmms. yest. yahs. was damn fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh oh!!! i am PROUD to sae that i can remember the names of most pple in my class!!!! woooooo&lt;br /&gt;*cheers* yea yea.&lt;br /&gt;i think i am gettin old. i seriously can't rmb wat we actually did in the morn. hells.&lt;br /&gt;the part that i can rmb was the preparation for the finale night. i had red coloured hair!!! well... only for a while.. =( painted our faces red.. damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;finale night was well. fun!! its OUR night!!&lt;br /&gt;pple were pretty on.&lt;br /&gt;farni to see wengs actin as a biatch .. and well elvin half naked. GOSH!!&lt;br /&gt;anyhows PYROS rox mans.&lt;br /&gt;we won best house performance!! wooottttt&lt;br /&gt;shall fast forward.. my fingers are gettin damn cold.. and stiff.&lt;br /&gt;like almost the whole class went down to some place ard the esplanade. damn on. and we were playin some number guessin game?? hahha. forfeits were just plain GROSS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;reached home bout 12 am.. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;ohs. did i mention that our facil derek was from chua tuition too!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wahaahahs. it just goes to show that most pple from chua are just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the odac orientation thing today. bloddy dirty. like had to walk in these long kang. (drain walk) with all the spiderwebs brush your hair and u had to bend down. had to do push ups and sit ups in the drain. walk thru the darkness.... ewwwwwwwww. gettin ur wholeself WET!!!&lt;br /&gt;then there was this thing that u had to climb up. extremely farni. the guys were like tryin to sprint up but couldn't make it.. so they were just sliding down and by then their pants had already dropped halfways. farni!!!!&lt;br /&gt;last one was trust walk. dirty dirty dirty. we were like the last group.. so.. the j2 cud actually waste all their remaindin resources on us..&lt;br /&gt;clean up clean up.. dad fetched me to parkway to shop. freezin all the way.bought new slippers coz my shoes were.... brown wet squishy. and it was supposedly white.&lt;br /&gt;my car rally shirt have turned permanently brown!!! and it belong in the bin now.. but i liked that shirt!!!! oh hells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110519202104552521?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110519202104552521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110519202104552521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110519202104552521' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110501095322164859</id><published>2005-01-06T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T19:29:13.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmms. soo.. sch has REOPENED.&lt;br /&gt;feelin damn tired now.. my eyes are like only half open.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. shall try to blog.&lt;br /&gt;but basically ju jas wrote almost every single detail in her blog and all of them are damn long.&lt;br /&gt;she must have spent lotsa time in front of the com typin away. while i'm sleepin.&lt;br /&gt;so anyhow. shan't bother with the teeny weent details.&lt;br /&gt;haish. just go read ju's blog. i am seriously too lazy to write.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. saw like a few of my pri sch classmates there.&lt;br /&gt;pretty interestin. hmms. met new pple. they were friendly and nice. especially the st nics pple.&lt;br /&gt;lols. so like mayb 1/4 of the pple in chua ended up in cj. which quite surprised mi. always thot that they were a smart bunch. dere's this marist guy hu was in the same ig as mi. he's supposed to be damn good accrodin to chua. lol. up till now i dun even noe his name .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole impression of cj has really changed. its quite a nice school actually and the environment is quite good too.&lt;br /&gt;chose maths physics chem for my combi.&lt;br /&gt;think my class is niceeee.&lt;br /&gt;quite glad that there are an equal no. of guys and girls in the class. compared to some of the arts classes where there's only like four or five guys and the rest are girls. lol.&lt;br /&gt;the classes are small.. like there's only 20+per class. comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to actually talk to pple who was only just mere acquaintance. that was pretty kewl.&lt;br /&gt;afraid that i might actually just stay on in cj.. haish. its not that baddddd. oh wells. still got 2 more months to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy mi is too lazy to type anymore. but dere's still like so many stuff i left out.&lt;br /&gt;bleahs. *yawnssssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110501095322164859?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110501095322164859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110501095322164859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110501095322164859' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110464034248829210</id><published>2005-01-02T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T12:32:22.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sch's reopenin tmm..&lt;br /&gt;haish. i haven enjoyed enuff yet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*whines*&lt;br /&gt;hmms. nuthin i can do bout it.&lt;br /&gt;new year's day was ok.. pretty borin.went out shoppin.&lt;br /&gt;the whole world's havin a SALE.&lt;br /&gt;so damn crowded. bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;rain rain rain rain rain and MORE rain&lt;br /&gt;cold weather. damn good to sleep&lt;br /&gt;snorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110464034248829210?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110464034248829210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110464034248829210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110464034248829210' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110448141815042696</id><published>2004-12-31T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T16:23:38.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/shing2501/gaara_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still fascinated with gaara!!!!! wooooo. isn't he cute??&lt;br /&gt;well mayb not cute in that sense.. but he's certainly cool. lols.&lt;br /&gt;today's New year eve.. *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to go shoppin with my parents today.. like go to town or something.. but my dad's car happily broke down at his work place.. wat a wonderful time.. it sure knows how to choose the perfect date. bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;still haven got cheryl her super belated prez yet. couldn't find the rite color. lols.shall go searrrrrch..&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. tryin to rmb wat my parents got mi for my b-dae this year.. but i just can't rmb.irritatin.&lt;br /&gt;currently stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that i went to watch Phantom of the opera yest with simone and hailing?&lt;br /&gt;at suntec. then went all the way back to ps to play percussion master again. funnn. basically wasted money...&lt;br /&gt;bored bored bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110448141815042696?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110448141815042696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110448141815042696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110448141815042696' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110441472661978761</id><published>2004-12-30T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T21:52:06.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-The Music of the Night-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darkness stirs and wakes imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silently the senses abandon their defences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turn your face away from the garish light of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And listen to the music of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you'll live as you've never lived before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Softly, deftly, music shall caress you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this darkness which you know you cannot fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The darkness of the music of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let your soul take you where you long to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only then can you belong to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Floating, falling, sweet intoxication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the harmony which dreams alone can write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The power of the music of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You alone can make my song take flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help me make the music of the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; Its a great song.&lt;br /&gt;Phantom was VERY NICE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;tho somewhat slow movin..&lt;br /&gt;dun regret watchin it at all. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110441472661978761?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110441472661978761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110441472661978761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110441472661978761' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110431974788005471</id><published>2004-12-29T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T19:29:07.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got posted to index grp 19.. fer orientation&lt;br /&gt;*whines* nobody's in the same grp as mi.. as far as i noe..&lt;br /&gt;stupid stupid stupid. just hope that there would be a least an ijtp gurl whom i sort of noe.. but waht are the chances??&lt;br /&gt;hehs. anyhows. today was TOTALLY FUN!!! woooooohoooooo&lt;br /&gt;lols. met cheryl and xt at orchard. walked all the way to cine to take prints.. clever us din read instructions and cancelled all the fotos that we actually wanted and ended up with farni ones.wat a waste of money. )=&lt;br /&gt;went alllllllllll the way to plaza sing. just to go to the arcade coz we couldn;t find one in town.. actually wanted to go bowlin.. but the bowlin place at cine was... renovatin??&lt;br /&gt;PERCUSSION MASTER IS FUN!!!!!! oooooohh.. all simone's fault. introduced us to that thing. cheryl got hooked!!!!!! lols. and she managed to get a pretty blister..&lt;br /&gt;so fun so fun. daytona.. which i came in first. lols. time crisis. longest i ever lasted. point blank. ehs.. went to e zone and played air hockey.. funnnn and retarded. then went aallllll the way to suntec.. xt wanted to prove that there was an arcade at suntec too. ahhahas.. you were rrrrite!!!! then continued playin percussion master and racin.. bahs.. piggyback anyone??&lt;br /&gt;feelin damn cold.....&lt;br /&gt;shall get cheryl her BELATED birthday prez before school starts. muahahhahah.. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110431974788005471?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110431974788005471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110431974788005471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110431974788005471' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110422839749618578</id><published>2004-12-28T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T18:06:37.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed my template again.. still black. but simpler. bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. currently VERY VERY BROKE!!!!! oh no..&lt;br /&gt;the amt of money in my poor pathetic bank shall decrease again..&lt;br /&gt;school is startin soon. dun wan the hols to end.. tho some are desperately wantin to go back to school. sad sad sad. todae is yet ANOTHER sad day. has been rainin the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;tmm will be goin out with cheryl and xt!! woooooo. haven been out with them since dunno when.&lt;br /&gt;maple's gettin borin again..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. the fascination with it doesen last long. muahahha&lt;br /&gt;hmmms. suppose to have some stuff in the mail bout orientation.. oh wells. dun have the key.. shall wait till my mum comes back.. bahs. nuthing much to sae.. i want to watch the phantom of the opera!!!! JU!!!  have to watch it by this week!!!! muahahahah -evil evil-&lt;br /&gt;shit.my neck and back is achimg like madd.. must be the bad posture... shall sit up straight.&lt;br /&gt;crappin crappin&lt;br /&gt;hahah.. bought tons of instant noodles yest.hahahha.. can last for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;bleahs. not much to sae.. feel weird stayin at home.. hehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110422839749618578?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110422839749618578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110422839749618578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110422839749618578' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110415988113061985</id><published>2004-12-27T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:04:41.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmms. nice day todae.. wet weather which made mi so freakin cold.&lt;br /&gt;healin my hp now in maple. thats the time when i am free to blog. while the rest of my party can help mi fight. muahahah.&lt;br /&gt;went to k box again todae.. was suppose to have more pple with us.. but.. sick??&lt;br /&gt;bugis with ju.&lt;br /&gt;feel like goin swimmin again.&lt;br /&gt;less than a week before sch reopen..&lt;br /&gt;in a super good mood today.&lt;br /&gt;shall increase to lvl 18!!! i dun care.. i need my 48 int.. if not i wun be able to wear the stuff that i stupidly bought. off now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110415988113061985?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110415988113061985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110415988113061985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110415988113061985' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110406124170425174</id><published>2004-12-26T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T19:40:41.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12 days of christmas. well for one this year's christmas is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;luckily everythin is sorta alright now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maple is addictive.. the desire to grow powerful is sooooo...&lt;br /&gt;currently sylvester is singing for the charity show.. which reminds mi of the idol withdrawal advert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuthin much to sae.. sch's startin in a week.. hols dun seem that long to mi.. its seems much shorter than one month. haven gone bowlin yet.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently healin my mp on maple.. wats a magician without their mp.. they are absolutely useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;bleahx.&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/6412979-110406124170425174?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110406124170425174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110406124170425174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110406124170425174' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110379833991870627</id><published>2004-12-23T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T18:38:59.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bahs.. yesterday had been a wonderful day.. lalalallala&lt;br /&gt;went to fish and co.. got sick of the fish which i was thot was so tasteful. fun fun fun..&lt;br /&gt;spent time there.. sang mayday songs. wahhaah.. exchanged gift.. pics.. arcade to play percussion master.. mich got a blister.. dunno how she managed it.. wahah.. reached home at ten.. watch some miriam yeung (dunno whether i got the name correct) show.. recorded on sun.. missed charmed.. bleahs.. still dunno how to use the timer record.. argh..&lt;br /&gt;today..went swimmin.. walked ard j8.. compass pt. home.. now feelin damn sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;maple here i come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110379833991870627?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110379833991870627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110379833991870627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110379833991870627' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110369910375166602</id><published>2004-12-22T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T17:08:07.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeps yeps.. second entry of the day.. bloody irritated with my teeth..&lt;br /&gt;argh.. its hurtin like mad now.. of all days it had to be todae.. how i am goin to that oh-so-yummy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;fish and chips &lt;/span&gt;frm fish and co later?? i wanted to eat tht for a damn long time..&lt;br /&gt;bahs.. mayb i could just use my tongue to mash all the pieces together.. mashed fish anyone???&lt;br /&gt;its christmas dinner with the chua grp tonite.. lookin forward to it..&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole of just now playin maple and crazily hittin stupid snails..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;.. which is sooooo chrismasy.. rrrrrright.. dun feel like myself todae.. managed to kill a single pig.. which isn't all that cute.. pigs shud be cute when they're not real -_-&lt;br /&gt;i like the weather.. its soooo cool and windy.. kinda reminds mi of hong kong.. i wanna go back dere. *whines* and get the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; BEAUTIFUL &lt;/span&gt;dustbin with the ash tray.. not that i smoke.. and i TOTALLY HATE SMOKERS.. dere something bout mi u might not noe.. yea rite..&lt;br /&gt;so.. is this goin to be another long entry?? *shrugs* wait till we come to the end..&lt;br /&gt;i think my mind is goin off track.. bahs..&lt;br /&gt;maybe its the hunger.. haven eaten anything todae.. except dwinkin a cup of coffee.. my stomach is screamin for food.. but my brain doesen want to eat.. teeth are achin.. dun feel like eatin anythin todae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OZ the GWEAT and TEWWIBLE..&lt;/span&gt; got this frm the stephen king book.. it just pop into my mind..&lt;br /&gt;i think i just like typin crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still thinkin bout the fact that i could actually get into SAJC science.. its buggin mi..&lt;br /&gt;shud have shud have.. haish.. too late fer regrets now dun u think?? eunice got the same pts as mi and got into sa.. irritatin.. but knowin that i am goin to CJ with eight pts make mi feel a whole lot betta.. if only i passed my hcl... if only..&lt;br /&gt;feelin damn cold now.. but the sun is still shining brightly in the blue blue sky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;STUPIDLY IRRITATED PLUS FRUSTRATED WITH MY TEETH NOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i punch them all out??/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/shing2501/Picture2.jpg" /&gt; ain't they cute?? mum's prez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110369910375166602?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110369910375166602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110369910375166602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110369910375166602' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110368434606806660</id><published>2004-12-22T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T10:59:06.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;currently infactuated with KWON SANG WOO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahha.. some korean actor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahss.. just came back from dental.. havin christmas colours for my braces.. hehs.. green and red.. actually kinda gross.. and this time its real painful.. how am i suppose to eat later???&lt;br /&gt;bought stairway to heaven ost yest.. alallala.. happy.&lt;br /&gt;finished readin Pet Sematary..&lt;br /&gt;hmmms.. suddenly i have nothing to blog abt.. seem to have so much to sae yest.. but now all gone.. shall go play maple and up my lvl.. even ju is higher than mi already.. wahahha.. i cannot let that happen.. hehs. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110368434606806660?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110368434606806660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110368434606806660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110368434606806660' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110346995424772370</id><published>2004-12-19T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T00:15:32.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its me again!! -waves-&lt;br /&gt;still haven finished writing my cards.. oops.&lt;br /&gt;i think my readin speed has slowed down TREMENDOUSLY..&lt;br /&gt;haish.. today was a pretty borin day.. stayed at home and slept.read.watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;bro came back frm chalet .. no more peace and quiet for mi..&lt;br /&gt;finally finished burnin cds for mich..&lt;br /&gt;meetin the same grp of pple + simone tmm for swimmin and k box.. goin to get burned.. wahahha..&lt;br /&gt;prays that it would be a bright sunny day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ju was suppose to call.. humphs.. oh wells. ):&lt;br /&gt;maple is gettin borin..&lt;br /&gt;lalalallalalalallalalalallalalallalalalallalalalalal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110346995424772370?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110346995424772370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110346995424772370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110346995424772370' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110338084800352788</id><published>2004-12-18T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T23:35:35.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;who saes men dun cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to the conclusion that male species are fickle minded creatures&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally finished watchin the korean drame STAIRWAY TO HAEVEN borrowed from hailing..&lt;br /&gt;quite a predictable show.. then again only idiots like mi would stay glued to the tv fer HOURS.. giving up my precious sleepin time to watching the show.. glad that i finally finished watchin all 20 disc of it.&lt;br /&gt;still must admit it wasn't a bad show..&lt;br /&gt;my mum still thinks that the scripwriter is STUPID!!! why must he/she let the lead female dieee..&lt;br /&gt;if not it would be a happy happy endin.. and all of us like happy endings dun we??&lt;br /&gt;only stuff like this would happen in shows..&lt;br /&gt;Korea has nice and snowy places.. one day will make my parents bring mi dere.. I MUST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been pretty much a monotonous day.. nothin interestin..&lt;br /&gt;watched the show for the whole day. then went to visit my uncle who i am so not close to in hospital.. went for dinner at maxwell.. dad drove the wrong way so ended up at someplace at marina..&lt;br /&gt;the road have nice trees along it.. i like that place.. was so fascinated the beautiful trees lining the road.. bahs.. have to go back there one day and have a nice looooong walk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven finished writing my christmas cards yet.. i am such a lazy pig.. better get them done by tmm.. hmmmms..&lt;br /&gt;was playin maple story..confusin..&lt;br /&gt;feel like goin swimmin already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am feelin pretty bored.. maple story doesen really capture my attention like the way gb did.. cute characters but mayb not enuff action. bahs..&lt;br /&gt;some part of mi can't wait till school starts.. it will be a whole new different experience.. but still i dun wan the hols to end too.. abt two more weeks left.. sobs.. no more sleepin in and late nites watchin tv and playin the com..&lt;br /&gt;i think i shud go and read now.. Pet Semetary is not even half way done.. and there's still s few books that i've bought but yet to read.. then there's the books i borrowed from the library..&lt;br /&gt;since Stairway to heaven is out if the way.. maybe i shud just dedicate the rest of the nites to my darling books.. they bring life to my world... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110338084800352788?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110338084800352788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110338084800352788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110338084800352788' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110327598836760122</id><published>2004-12-17T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T17:33:08.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally back home.. home sweet home.. haish..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it feels like such a sad day.. migrated from somewhere so bright hot and sunny (bishan) to somewhere so grey rainy and cold.. (punggol)&lt;br /&gt;hecks.. yeps.. went swimmin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got our postings todae..&lt;br /&gt;goin to cjc.. surprise surprise.. aish..&lt;br /&gt;now actually i regret.. bleahs.. shud not hav put cjc as first choice .. shud have at least tried for sa..&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.. wat can i do.. not feelin too happi now..&lt;br /&gt;weird mi.. bags..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to watch my show.. STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;taaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110327598836760122?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110327598836760122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110327598836760122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110327598836760122' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412979.post-110320527059856983</id><published>2004-12-16T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T21:54:30.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heys.. todae haven been a bad dae.. in fact it has been pretty good..&lt;br /&gt;hmmms.. lets start off in the morn.. woke up supeeer early.. 7:45 am.. have not been wakin up at that time since i returned..&lt;br /&gt;packed my stuff and met mich hailing and jia min at bishan.. thot i was goin to be late but turns out i was the second to arrive there.. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;"swam" for bout one hour.. actually like half of the time was spent on talkin rather than doin the actual exercise. oh wells. all in all it was fun..&lt;br /&gt;made our way to kbox.. met ju.. we were like super late.. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;now i noe why joyce they all like to go to k box so much.. it is actually FUN..&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i am sayin this.. lol. sang so many songs!!!! the best was peng you.. ahah..&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalal&lt;br /&gt;then when our time was up went to bugis to buy cds.. ahah.. i bought mayday cd.. today was actually the first time i heard their songs..  it isn't that bad.. hailing bought goggles.. i saw a swimsuit that i wanted but cost like $60+.. dun think mum will ever buy that fer mi..&lt;br /&gt;went to look ard..&lt;br /&gt;then travelled alllllllllll the wat to raffles to buy roti boy.. lol.. quite stupid to travel sucha long way to nuy such a few pieces of bread.. it was suppose to taste nice.. when its hot that is.. haish.. now mine is soooo bloody cold already.. doesen taste nice anymore..&lt;br /&gt;its the bread that chua treated us too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole of yesterday watching Stairway to heaven.. some korean drama.. haish.. can't help it but to adnit that its actually quite nice.. although somewhat cliche.. memories..impt stuff u noe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was playin with maplestory just now.. got irritated. and must thank jia min for givin mi that yellow shirt.. wahahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end off here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6412979-110320527059856983?l=twistedrealities.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110320527059856983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6412979/posts/default/110320527059856983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twistedrealities.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110320527059856983' title=''/><author><name>shiying</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18101457078334330013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
