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<div style="clear:both;"></div>aww man im addicted to so you think you can dance. haha. i know im damn slow, but axn is showing season 4 so whatever. omg omg awesome ok, i never thought i would appreciate much less like contemporary but so far whoa loves it. and the 2 slow hip-hops are amazingggggg. actually i think i only like it cos i see a story, not really cos of the dance moves and all xP<br /><br /><object style="height: 344px; width: 425px"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqToB8bsbV4"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tqToB8bsbV4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />hilarious, i love it when he opens the door and there she was HAHAHA. ex-girlfriends!<br /><br /><object style="height: 344px; width: 425px"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyDgo_F_HgE"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iyDgo_F_HgE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />this was damn good cos i almost cried and i was just thinking oh god, i have never even come close to feeling like this watching someone dance. awesome. it was about someone gone, and just the memory there to accompany you and go through the same motions as you and all.<br /><br /><object style="height: 344px; width: 425px"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MO-THPjXl8"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0MO-THPjXl8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />i heard nigel (the judge) say so i decided to watch! SIAO. so good so good!!<br /><br />:D i hate being quarrantined at home btw, i supposedly had a damn full week, and now im stuck at home everyday. ):<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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<div style="clear:both;"></div>merry christmas :D im tired :D went clubbing for the first ever time (DXO so did not count) which was surprisingly not too bad, hahaha but funny, because we saw really gross stuff and we just kept staring. i do wonder why some girls are so loose, like. ergh, why must u try so hard to get a guy?<br /><br />and some guys, aka checkered guys gang, was damn gross because they just entered and they would arrow in on a girl and start attempting to move behind her and all. and we saw this really pretty girl attacked by the cgg guys. eww. thank god we all came in groups to protect ourselves even though they just kept dancing behind us and was damn gross. EWW. but funny, cos HAHHA. ok i will not be bitchy :D<br /><br />but ya, we slept at like 5, woke up at like 10. and a new day begun, aka christmas eve. yesterday's eve didnt seem christmasy somehow, even nat agreed and peiting said so too. it just feels like any other day. and i realised we still have dreyers in yunting's freezer ): but ya. thank you ggxx for being there. where i tried so hard to remain strong in front of all of you and you all found out anyway (lol 3D) but :)<br /><br />so, christmas has arrived. hopefully i grew mature as the season came and would pass me by in just a while. i was reading nora roberts sweet revenge and they were talking about how tears are therapeutic, and how once in a while we all need that empty feeling. but yet, it's weird how tears are looked down upon in society, as a sign of weakness, rather than a sign of strength to dare to show your emotions. as something to be shameful instead of proud of.<br /><br />it's always about what was not said, rather than what was said. isn't it.<br /><br />christmas came, and disappointment festered. sometimes i wonder whether we should follow our heart or our head. because sadly, impulse actions are often the ones that brings u lots of grief. but i'd like to be able to say, i wont have regrets and i tried my best. life is such isn't it? and even though i always used to think with my head, i would say that is foolish if u always attempt to do that emotional detachment thing. it's selfish, foolish and while u hurt others, and u think u protect urself, you stand the most to lose in the end. (eh budz, read this dude!) because how much can you ever do it? why would you even want to do it? and why would u want to hurt others intentionally? (dont give me the crap about not wanting to hurt others even more due to your incapability to love)<br /><br />because believe it or not, everybody needs someone.<br /><br />merry christmas, mythbusters calls.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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<div style="clear:both;"></div>i have facebook :D hahahaah after the long war against it, i finally lost because latha said that we are graduating and so we need to keep in touch with our friends. scratch that, we have graduated xP<br /><br />SO YES. chewmin created it, i didnt! so technically i didnt go back on my principles hahaha. i was waiting for this whole facebook thing to die out but it didnt, damnz. that day in malacca, my brother's friend called him and my bro said:<br /><br />"eh dude! im in malacca!"<br />"who says i didnt tell you! i left a facebook message!"<br /><br />and i was like. WHAT. that is considered as communication?!!! ergh. gross.<br /><br />anyway, yes. malacca was kinda boring. but escape from reality so i was quite happy. and now it's back to work and all that application jazz.<br /><br />why do i always have dreams that are so real and that are full stories, from head to toe? it's so scary.<br /><br />***<br /><br />I JUST FOUND OUT BRITTANY MURPHY DIED TWO DAYS AGO. WHY. im so sad ): at first i thought it was brittany snow and i was like super sad, but ok this is equally depressing xP<br /><br />HOW. i am in a dilemaaaaaaa. limin, where are you? you are supposed to push me to fufill my horrid promise and destiny and all.<br /><br />IM AN OSTRICH.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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<div style="clear:both;"></div>chilli crab at midnight is just plain sinful :D AWESOMEEE.<br /><br />today was easily one of the best days in my life. first waking up and getting ready, then having lunch at new york new york and cabbing down to vivocity, cab fare sponsored by sis woots! then we went like. MAJOR SHOPPING.<br /><br />gosh i spent erm. well $150 to $200 i think LOL on one top, one skirt, 2 bras. ok. i have no comments. hahaah but the bra fitting experience was hilarious. cos we got ushered into this huge pretty room and my sis and i just went AH HECK LA, and we just stripped and didnt really care. so now we have this: when one person is changing, the other person can just walk in kind of thing. LOL, open family! but it was damn fun, yay thank god for sisters :D and it was just hilarious, strutting about and laughing at each other and wondering about genetics xP<br /><br />then we went shopping for working attire! and outside attire AND I BOUGHT A YUNTING SKIRT. like you know, ah ma prints, black and flowery kinda? i was in shock, but it was nice. YUN TING I AM NOT SAYING UR TASTE IS AH MA ANYMORE! (except for some really damn c.m.i)<br /><br />yay then was to grandma's house, eatting chicken rice, crapping and then a take-away chilli crab and mantou's that were absolutely awesome. sigh happy and satisfied :)<br /><br />ahh chuan yaw just gave comments on my ps AHH i knew it was bad this is very sad, because very pathetically, i have NIL ACHIEVEMENTS. how sad. oh gosh, sigh im so not getting into a uni and i dont know how to sell myelf anymore. ): i give up hahah im just submitting it already ):<br /><br />ok im going back to the uni apps, no mood to do this anymore! another day pic's up heh SORRY PERN, eh and if u visit comment leh!!<br /><br />ok it's 2.30 but im damn bored so here are the city hall pictures, courtesy of pern jie's camera, and who only uploaded the clear pictures, thus im mainly the model and rarely the photographer. idiot.<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_8991.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 528px; height: 351px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_8991.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />before we met up with limin! hahah and it was very funny cos pern said take and i said dont want, one person look damn stupid. then he said no la, then i took. then later i ask him take some solo picture and he said, "one person look damn stupid" -.- but i look nice so forgiven!!<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_8992.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 540px; height: 359px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_8992.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />that was on the way to dinner where we saw the white balls and limin and i very excitedly started drawing :D and i very painstakingly wrote everyone's names down k while limin just wrote everyone in rj -.-<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9009.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 317px; height: 211px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9018.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 313px; height: 210px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9018.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9013.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 317px; height: 210px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9013.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9038.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 314px; height: 212px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9038.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />cam whore at the weird jap restaurant. i do not like jap food ):<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9024.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 419px; height: 278px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9024.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />HAHAH i made pern do a twit photo!! THIS IS TWITOPERN. erm he said something and i went mad laughing and disappeared from the picture<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9031.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 390px; height: 259px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9031.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />hahah i tried to smile everytime i ate so i will look good LOL. but obviously it didnt work.<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9029.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 420px; height: 279px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9029.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9030.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 419px; height: 276px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9030.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9046.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 420px; height: 279px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9046.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />limin and pern! limin and charrr!<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9047.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 391px; height: 585px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9047.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />a sad substitute for a christmas tree xP limin was damn unhappy, though i know u cant see it<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9050.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 394px; height: 260px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9050.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />i took this :D<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9051.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 402px; height: 265px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9051.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9061.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9061.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />ah ya la ya la, pern better. FINE.<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9060.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 328px; height: 491px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9060.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />I LOVE THESE LIGHTS. i kept hugging them and im putting these in my house in future. :D and limin made me pose AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN.<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9062.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 393px; height: 261px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9062.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9080.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 388px; height: 257px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9080.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />pern is damn act cute xP<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9085.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 399px; height: 265px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9085.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />oh and to get this shop i had to jump off a bench ten million times. ahhaah but i like it!<br /><br />AND HERE COMES THE OH SO FATEFUL PODIUM LIKE THING. and i took all subsequent photos cos limin and pern happily climbed up and left me trying to take a nice shot of them and the scenery ):<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9098.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 341px; height: 510px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9098.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />it is THAT HIGH OK. and i know i look damn ugly here. hahaha. pern just leapt up in one swift action.<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9114.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 369px; height: 245px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9114.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />ok i think pern took this to haolian to me. limin see how chio u are, no wonder the man come after you<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9120.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 382px; height: 254px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9120.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />i took this!!! NICE RIGHT. DAMN HARD OK.<br /><br /><a href="http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/?action=view¤t=IMG_9135.jpg" target="_blank"><img style="width: 304px; height: 455px;" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y84/pernjie/yawn/IMG_9135.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />ya and this was the prelude to me gathering enough courage to climb up that thing. SEE HOW MANY PEOPLE THERE ARE BEHIND. and that tin metal pole is crucial to climbing i tell you.<br /><br />and that was the only photo pern jie caught of me and the thingum. so much for climbing ):<br /><br />ok prom pics soon! some harry potter then bed and confirm the ucas shit tomorrow :D<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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CULPRIT ONE. which book? haha
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<div style="clear:both;"></div>while doing my personal statement, i decided to go xkcd.com for inspiration. HAHAHAHAH. love it much :D<br /><br /><img src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/how_it_works.png" title="It's pi plus C, of course." alt="How it Works" /><br />yunting i got reminded of you xP<br /><br />anyway, im really bored at home. and i cannot go out because im supposed to stay home to complete my personal statement. but the weird thing is, when im alone, i just want to read my harry potter and laze in bed. and when people are around, i have the urge to type my personal statement which is totally contradictory and weird. point is, i can't leave the house cos i'd feel guilty, so...<br /><br />im inviting YOU (ppl i know duh) to sms me and come by my house and company me :D hahahha cos im so fking bored im going to rot and become a lump of stinky flesh. date meeeeeeee. bring a vcd, some chips, give me an sms and come over. SO BORED.<br /><br /><img src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/dPain_over_dt.png" title="You laugh to keep from crying, you do math to keep from crying . . ." alt="dPain over dt" /><br /><br />who says math isn't applicable in every day life :)<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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woah woah your blog revived haha. girls dont suck at math chuanyaws suck at math :(
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HELLO :D i revived it on the day of remove earrings in 3 years day haha. you'll ace this round :D where's your blog by the way! did you close it or did i go the wrong place?
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<div style="clear:both;"></div>homeeee :D and i managed to stay awake for 24 hours from saturday to sunday :D yay first time i did that! im very happy hahhahah.<br /><br />prom was fun :D i love my class hahaha, jenn go organise outing, limin says night cycling is fun xP anyway, jenn sijing and i were damn late cos we happily cam whored in the hotel room until 4 when our appointment was at 3 for hair make up, haah then we ended up damn late xP i like my make up though it was a bit white ahah but i wore fake eye lashes for the first time in my life, awesommeeeee much :D thank you scott for the room :D and eve for being my earring saviour number 2!<br /><br />haha, cam whored like mad, and basically i didnt eat anything from the 88 bucks meal, though i said i wanted to eat like mad. LOL hahahah photowhore too much i swear :D but it was fun. it was like the last night of our lives together most probably so we just took photos with everyone regardless of how close we are, i guess just for memory's sake. and i think this is what counts actually, eventually. i regret not taking a photo with a cetain someone (elvis!) ahh but i was too shy hahhaahahahah.<br /><br />haha after that limin and i trekked back to pan pac in our heels and it was so damn painful but cam whoring made it all better xP and we went back to our hotel room to find stupid peiting and yunting fretting over their makeup HAHHAHA. damn stupid, the whole place was a mess with eye lashes on the floor and all that crap LOL. but i saved the day! hahaha or abit la, haahh i figured how to stick eye lashes on just after the make up woman stuck for me, cos can remember what she did and how la i think LOL. yay therein lies my strength! and NO, not make up skills as limin says, but the ability to learn anything in a short period of time. but sadly this kind of things got little proof, very hard to add into like personal statements or those kind of strengths and weaknesses thing hahah<br /><br />went to dxo at like 1.30 and we had to walk there and the auxillary police told us where to go ahahahah, so stupid, four girls wear until so glam dont know going where LOL. dxo's crowd is much too mature, and no dancing, so quite boring. but it was ladies night and 1 buck only LOL. and rum and ribena and rum and sprite are not very strong drinks, but i think i got addicted to the bitter aftertaste ahaha. we left there at like 3, took a photo with the christmas tree and all the mist and the bartenders kept crashing hahahahah so cute la they. then we went to eat dim sum!!<br /><br />i swear the jalan besar dim sum is just awesome, GO AND TRY IT OMG. it's xiao long bao is OH OH OH. and i love xiao long baos, they are my absolutely favourite food in the entire world and this xiao long bao. it's 3.30 for four xiao long baos, ALERT $3.30 ONLY. and it's so damn damn damn damn damn good. and the other dim sums, AHHHH. i tell you awesome. the only thing is that it's damn inacessible ahaha, but OH SO GOOD, it made up for the horrid virgin clubbing experience.<br /><br />went back at 5 a.m! (alert i woke up at 6 the day before because of SATs) took damn alot of photos. HAHHAAH never to see the day light photos because URGH. cleaned up watched hitch and finally konked out at 6 to wake up to alot of calls in the morning at 9 and all xp and eve sent up breakfast for us! A DAMN CUTE room service guy brought it in at like 11, and i opened the door with my bed hair, and he carried the tray in, and four of us were lying on the huge bed and the room was damn dark. LOL. so cute laa that guy.<br /><br />pan pac rocks la, thank you scott! cos they have awesome service, and people who are perpetually smiling and damn kind and happy and gives me a good day :D so going back one day xP<br /><br />prom felt like the end in some ways. like the last time im probably going to see a lot of people. the pictures, the hugs, the chats, the simple action of a small touch, meant a lot suddenly. it was things that you probably did daily or frequently but never really took note of it. even the smallest look in someone's eyes told me things that i didn't used to know. and some of them were people that i never thought i was close to until the end. and while it was sweet, it was incredibly sad at the same time.<br /><br />if only we didn't need excuses to meet people, we didnt need to create a reason or a stage to allow ourselves to leave without looking bad. didn't need to protect ourselves again and again by doing things that we dont want to or dont mean to. then maybe goodbyes wont really be goodbyes anymore but just a way of saying, we'll see each other soon.<br /><br />i watched "you've got mail", and it was a show that has<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0128853/quotes"> quotes</a> that are so valuable and so meaningful. and based on the show. i think im quite a cruel person. in a sense, being overly sensitive, im absolutely aware of my surroundings. i know things, what to say to protray what sort of image. and what to say to hurt someone in the deepest of places. and i do it sometimes, and maybe even without remorse sometimes, which is cruel and evil. and sometimes i wonder why im like that.<br /><br />i thought that it's been so long and i was fine. today i found out that i still had tears left for you, and all i did was get used to it. i can't fufill my promise because im so unsure of anything now. i always thought u went back into a shell, and if i tried i could get you out again. refusal to believe that you have changed because i didnt want you to. but then, i suddenly felt it was possibly impossible now. there was disappointment but mostly regret and confusion and a lot of sadness. i hope it's simply cause im tired.<br /><br />do you believe that everything occurs for a reason? because i do. and i believe everyone does things for a reason, and i need reasons because without them i don't understand anything.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">"People are always saying that change is a good thing. 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<div style="clear:both;"></div>today is first of december! a good date and a brand new day! because...<br /><br />I HAVE FINALLY CHANGED MY EARRINGS OF 3 YEARS :D:D:D<br /><br />hahahhah, thank you limin, for bravely holding my 3 year old earrings between tissue papers and yanking it out, and hearing me scream like mad. and the earrings stunk and was damn gross by the way (: you are my saviour! next time i pluck earring out i will call you ok? you can charge me :D but thank you thank you, u were so amazing and brave and calm, if i were a boy i would fall in love with you right there and then. and wowwww :D<br /><br />thank you yunting for erm. well videoing it i guess. damn ugly la. i didn't know i could be so niang and so deh, and so grosssss. ewwww. so niang like ewwww. hahah i never want to be seen like that. haahahah. and thank you peiting for just sitting there, and giving evil comments about how there is something stuck in my ear -.-<br /><br />and yay! it didn't hurt at all, and it was easy to put in the earring :D im so happeeee, and so i decided to start my blog. peiting asked me to start a facebook account, but im not happy enough to do that. so mafan. who wants to start one for me? :D ahhahah<br /><br />but yes, it's still a stud, and i bet no one will notice i changed earrings (quote mingzhe: i didn't even know you wore earrings) but at least they are not dirty and smelly im very happy! and although this pair is likely to stay here for another three years, IM STILL HAPPY :D don't hope too much for prom, i think i will chicken out still hahahaha<br /><br />and peiting i dont know why ur face black black, if u see this, i love you :D i know you not happy we keep asking you to do bio instead of let u rest. but cos bio mcq is in two days, and we want you to do something, don't be angry :D<br /><br />can u see the happiness oozing out? OH YEAAAA. we took 5 mins for one ear and 1 min for the other haahahaa :D oh oh and yay i like this new layout, very clean and simple. haahh and it's not that easy to add in all the stupid html codes for comments, and signatures and posts and bla and arrange it okayyyyy. even though it looks damn simple. still, im a newbie :D and im proud of myself. i want ashes and wine as my blog song but the website doesnt provide it rawr.<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(/edit) I DID IT. i figured out how to html code it in without breaking any copyright law WAHAHA. i feel quite dumb i didn't think of it earlier. -.-</span><br /><br />i like days like these, chilling out and slackng around at houses haha. ytd we did some gay dance in yunting's room, in preparation for noob clubbing. hahaah. we are going down and doing some chicken dance hahahaha. and we have clubbing dates in preparation to be rebellious kids. then again, i bet we are going to hate clubbing so it's going to be pointless.<br /><br />i think stocks are damn interesting, and i suddenly want to be a stock broker. so exciting right omg, but so stressful. actually cant i just stay in school? i think studying is damn fun. oh wells.<br /><br />yay and hotel room settled :D thank you scott!!! dont feel bad about the extra 40 we are damn grateful to you <3><p align="center"><a href="http://redflagsandlongnights.xanga.com/photos/659af248472525/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family:Century Gothic;"><img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="78" src="http://x65.xanga.com/9afe16e166432248472525/z191319744.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></p><div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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Hihihi char!!!! Nice new layout :D love the ending picture thing :DDD welcome! Your earrings really damn gross eeeeeee hehehe at least I've repaid you for all the times I ate at your house hehe. Hope peiting is not angry at us :( jiayou jiayou for bio!!!
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<div style="clear:both;"></div>just did something i've been putting off for months. but sad to say, i couldnt make myself finish doing it.<br /><br />but just for that moment, i felt free just FREE. and it really feels great. it felt like the time when i watched my birthday video and i was all like FUCK TREE. ahahahahahaaa, awesome. maybe because of that moment of freedom from my shackles i felt REBORN. and so is the blog haha. (-edit- i freaked out, am not putting the blog back on yet!)<br /><br />i dont think i want anything, or that i feel the same way i did. i'm just bu gan xin i guess. that it turned out this way. and i wasn't the MOJOJO (ha yen) who destroyed the world, but one of the pathetic little victims. and yes, wo bu gan xin. id gladly carry the name of a bitch than be in this unhappy state.<br /><br />SO UNFAIR. i'd rather be evil than nice REALLY. id rather be as selfish, and only consider my own happiness and goals. and be responsible to myself only. but sadly it just isn't the way it works for me.<br /><br />BY THE WAY. can people just stop talking about ris low? yesterday we went to b n j and there was this band (whose singing kind of sucked i think we wanted to just go there and take the mic for our own) who just kept going ON AND ON AND ON about ris low. about how this song should be dedicated to ris and how it should be called boohmz BLA BLA.<br /><br />okay the news is just SO OLD. so move on and get a life. it's obvious that there's nothing else in your brain and i secretly bet your english is just as bad so you poke fun at here to feel a bit better at yourself. GO AWAY. and to be honest, i think she's really quite to be pitied, especially with the media just making fun of her every few seconds. ergh. sometimes i wonder, so much for the yellow ribbon project and helping ex offenders.<br /><br />but ok circumstances right? rolls eyes. so don't believe the newspapers and all the denial and all. the media. gosh the media. hate them but you love them.<br /><br />whatever la, just get on with it and let her live her life ok. not that it isn't ruined much already.<br /><br />STOOPS. eat shit and die everybody.<br /><span><span><strong><br /></strong></span></span>PEOPLE TALK. IT'S EASY.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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<p></div><div style="padding: 5px;"><div align="center"><div style="color: #FF0066;"> <div class="h3"><br><br>Saturday, September 26, 2009</div></div>
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<div style="clear:both;"></div>breakdown.<br /><br />im so scared.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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<p></div><div style="padding: 5px;"><div align="center"><div style="color: #FF0066;"> <div class="h3"><br><br>Wednesday, September 23, 2009</div></div>
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<div style="clear:both;"></div>have you had that moment where you looked for significance in the smallest of things? where a name in a book, a particular number in your phone, a certain habit that seems to shout out to you and make you draw some obscure links to the things in your life?<br /><br />it's hope isn't it? helping you find security and faith in the mundane things that what is happening isn't merely a dream, but it's something that even nature seems to signal that it is true too?<br /><br />how naive can we be.<img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/acer/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/Screensaver/snapple.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br />i binge when im sad. i think i found out recently. to the extent where i dont really know what im doing and i walk out of lot 1 with lots of food somehow. that's quite scary sometimes.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><img style="border-width: 0px;" alt="post-secret" src="http://xdd.xanga.com/2e713a1360433236474860/z166034139.jpg" width="320" /></span></span><span></span><br /><br />mainly, i realised that revenge is sweet. but only for a really short while.<br />and it doesn't last. and like they say in drama shows and books, you really do feel sort of empty inside. (even if your revenge wasn't intentional)<br /><br />and that i'd give up all that revenge hatred satisfaction for how things were before.<br /><br /><img style="width: 486px; height: 323px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/snapple.jpg" title="Sn = tin" alt="Snapple" /><br />CHEM SUCKED. thought it was easy but that was just cos apparently i didnt see any of the traps that had set for us ):<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">i wont ever really get over.</span><br />would i?<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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<p></div><div style="padding: 5px;"><div align="center"><div style="color: #FF0066;"> <div class="h3"><br><br>Tuesday, September 01, 2009</div></div>
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<div style="clear:both;"></div>saw a picture, hahahahahah we used to be so cute :) reminded me of the time i stared at my phone, looked up, saw you and burst out laughing :) i guess this is just one of those things that you put inside a box and move on. i hope i made a difference still :D<br /><br />It's been a while, it's been a while<br />Since you've said hi<br />It's been a while, it's been a while<br />Since our last goodbye<br />It's been a while, it's been a while<br />And I still haven't cried<br />I'm surprised<br /><br />I haven't called, I haven't called<br />You see, I've been strong<br />You haven't called, you haven't called<br />I guess nothing's wrong<br />God called, He called<br />Says it's going to be okay<br />It's for His glory<br /><br />So live your life and do what you got to<br />It's only at night when I really miss you<br />But the morning comes<br />Bringing a new day and everything seems to start over again<br /><br />Have you been good?<br />Have you been great?<br />Most likely<br />I've been good, I've been great<br />Just keeping busy<br />And we should since as of late<br />Time just passes by<br />We don't even have to try<br /><br />So live your life and do what you got to<br />It's only at night when I really miss you<br />But the morning comes<br />Bringing a new day and everything seems to start over again<br /><br />One day you'll see<br />One day you'll know me as the girl that you let go<br />It was, so close, almost<br /><br />So live your life and do what you got to<br />It's only at night when I really, really miss you<br />But the morning comes<br />The morning comes<br /><br />but not everything can be put away so easily as others. maybe it's just time, after all. or maybe it's just the inherently different relationships.<br /><br />if only it could be simple? there's this impulsive little being growing inside of me (i swear it started growing in RJ, i thought i killed it in RG) that just wants to say TO HELL WITH IT. and do whatever i want to, regardless of all my Confucianistic mindsets and my pride, and like get everything off my chest. i still think it's stupid to be this way, i dont see why no one sees it like i do!! hmm, then again, maybe i just overestimate my importance in people's lives. at least i know one of them doesnt care. idiots.<br /><br />i miss taking drama, i really do think it was an outlet for my emotions at one point or another, it was so good when you did those shouting exercises and then you just release those anger at the same time. so nice when you did stupid things with the world and so no one judged you, or at least, you couldn't give a damn what people taught. i remember when i was p3 and my teacher said, "charlene, where is your boldness? you used to be able to do this so freely!" and i felt this pang of sadness, and i think till today i still wonder what made me so self conscious.<br /><br />children mould, fast, when they are young. i wonder what i'll do to mine.<br /><br />HEE HEE HEE. <br /><br />ok psycho much. back to gp. ERGH.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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<p></div><div style="padding: 5px;"><div align="center"><div style="color: #FF0066;"> <div class="h3"><br><br>Friday, August 28, 2009</div></div>
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<div style="clear:both;"></div>thank you lao sai junior college for the earliest and absolutely awesome birthday celebration :D<br /><br />thank you for fufilling my birthday cake wish,<br />for taking note of little things like 11 11 and the fire hydrant that had 11 11 on it,<br />for even taking note of the timing so that i can make my 11 11 wish,<br />for having to plan this whole thing when you are supposed to be mugging<br />for blindfolding me and making me trip and stand in front of a garbage truck thingy<br />for panicking in the morning, calling up my friends and even my mom to make sure i went to school,<br />for folding the stars and making me fold my own present HAHA<br />but mainly, for being here in my 2 years, tolerating my eccentrics, my oversensitivity and mood swings, my annoyingness sometimes and being such great friends :D<br /><br />thank you thank you and im sorry for being cranky about coming to school ):<br /><br />I LOVE YOU! why didnt we take a group picture?<br /><br />:D<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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<div style="clear:both;"></div>escapades with mingzhe are...<br /><br />time consuming.<br />financially draining.<br /><br />but fun HHAAHAHAHA. thank you :)<br /><br />BUT IT ISNT THE TIME TO HAVE FUN. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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<div style="clear:both;"></div>i chanced upon some pictures, and i wondered why i had this urge to just click on them and looked at them.<br /><br />and i smiled. but what a bittersweet feeling it was. you taught me that.<br /><br />we were happy, and it was unpretentious. it was real.<br /><br />i wonder why things turned out the way they were.<br /><br />look at how simple things used to be.<br /><br />im afraid.<br /><br /><br /><img style="width: 557px; height: 171px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/schrodinger.jpg" title="There was no alt-text until you moused over" alt="Schrodinger" /><div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div><br></div><br>
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