<?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-10318236</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:16:00.526-07:00</updated><category term='summer'/><category term='Korean'/><title type='text'>blissfully sweet*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>521</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-7079350279408147452</id><published>2008-01-15T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:49:23.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOVED TO : enilegna-agape.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-7079350279408147452?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/7079350279408147452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=7079350279408147452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7079350279408147452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7079350279408147452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2008/01/moved-to-enilegna-agape.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5396780367532037085</id><published>2007-11-30T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T07:48:19.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man I actually miss CK! And some others, Jia liang too. It's the whole experience that I miss :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterday Jia liang was cheering when the concert was over cos we could all go home, but I wasn't especially happy. Cos like, won't see all of them again. I mean, we will initially be hi-bye friends but we'll be strangers in no time again. Unless I join AV, but that's not the point. It's more of the company that I like. And it's not just the AV people as well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went funan centre to find my sis after her piano lesson, and checked with her if I looked scary before going to macs then back to cityhall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then aiya, I think I must really change my don't-get-what-I-want-and-mood-changes (negatively) habit. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5396780367532037085?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5396780367532037085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5396780367532037085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5396780367532037085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5396780367532037085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-man-i-actually-miss-ck-and-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-6320035525183196334</id><published>2007-11-29T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T07:22:47.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It turns out that the concert that I'm helping out in is the one organized by my school, for the Children's Cancer Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first time doing the AV in a performance. It's behind the scenes and it's very different from being a performer on stage, although you do have some strangely similar sentiments as that of a performer at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel nervous. At least I did right. It was my first time controlling the slides, music and videos, and I didn't did not did did not not ever wanna slip up. But fortunately Jia liang and Alan were there to help, like Jia liang actually helped me press when I panicked and Alan would tell me to calm down, and remind me to ' deng yi xia!' when I got ready the remote control to prepare for the next performance cos I was, erm quite nervous. He said it's always better to be late than too early. Haha. See I still remembered what he said! And no eating in the control room, he ordered again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all made me laugh, so in the middle of the performance I actually chilled. Then Mr Lau and Mr Lim were there to lighten things up with their chit chats, and Jia liang was er, constantly joking and chatting away. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jia liang's mean streak is rubbing onto me! NOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw the AV crew during the rehearsal I like, felt quite weird cos I was the only girl there and I didn't know any one of them. But after that they were all very nice. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like SPZ's performance the best, especially when they sang Wo Men De Gu Shi by Tension. Super nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the people I got to know through this event, Yi Jia, Chin Kai, Lin Shuang, Yi xun, Elizebeth, Kang qi, Jia liang, Alan, Wen lang ( can't remember how to spell!), Chin hwee and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I like yi jia, chin kai, lin shuang, alan, jia liang, kang qi best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh. Anyway they won't read this one wat right. So it doesn't matter even if I have favourites. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh I digressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, although AV was fun, I miss performing.&lt;br /&gt;I like putting on makeup before the perfomance.&lt;br /&gt;I like the anxiety before a performance.&lt;br /&gt;I like the feeling of being extremely nervous when you're performing.&lt;br /&gt;I like people watching me perform.&lt;br /&gt;I like to be on stage with costumes and makeup.&lt;br /&gt;I like the high I get after a successful performance.&lt;br /&gt;I like feeling happy for hours after a performance.&lt;br /&gt;I like the audience, applause, and glamour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being able to reminisce about the performance a long time later and still feel that it was a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. Still tonight was a special experience (: Glad to know so many nice people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-6320035525183196334?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/6320035525183196334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=6320035525183196334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6320035525183196334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6320035525183196334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-turns-out-that-concert-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-350632606731867886</id><published>2007-11-28T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:28:19.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm quite excited about tomorrow. I'm going to be part of the AV crew! Haha. It's my first time doing AV in a concert. I hope it'll be fun, that I won't press the wrong key and delay the performance! And I do hope there'll be celebrities there as well. Lalala. And I hope the rest of the crew will be easy to get along with! I'm like going there with some of my schoolmates but I don't think I'll know anyone there. :/ So I'll be alone, at least at the start. But still, trust God! Yea!&lt;br /&gt;Really thank God, because I would rather try the AV than be part of the backstage crew. I don't really like carrying props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being part of staged performances, even if I'm backstage. Gives me a good feeling. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fathom why I look scary with eyeliner only on the upper eyelids, and as thin a line I can make it. As least I feel I do look fierce and &lt;em&gt;dao&lt;/em&gt;. Why?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-350632606731867886?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/350632606731867886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=350632606731867886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/350632606731867886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/350632606731867886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-quite-excited-about-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-906172432119780367</id><published>2007-11-27T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T09:36:28.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1 Corinthians 5:9-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;I have written you in my letter not to associate with sexually immoral people - &lt;i&gt;not at all meaning the people of this world&lt;/i&gt; who are immoral, or the greedy and swindlers, or idolaters. In that case you would have to leave this world. But now I am writing you that you must not associate with anyone &lt;i&gt;who calls himself a brother&lt;/i&gt; but is sexually immoral or greedy, an idolater or a slanderer, a drunkard or a swindler. With such a man do not even eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised the importance of being true to who God has called you to be when you become a Christian, that is, a true blue disciple of God. And I realised that it's not to be taken lightly if Christians around me are no different from the evil in the world, myself included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-906172432119780367?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/906172432119780367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=906172432119780367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/906172432119780367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/906172432119780367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-corinthians-59-11-i-have-written-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1429201563283964659</id><published>2007-11-25T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:36:45.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/R0hOBJGu2qI/AAAAAAAAAJs/03s0vofys2g/s1600-h/Img4432.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bugged my dad by asking him if the lip gloss was nice three times, on two different days. That was until my dad &lt;i&gt;fu yan&lt;/i&gt; me today by going 'pretty la pretty la' in mandarin and I stopped asking him. I love it, the colour and everything. It actually doesn't look overboard. This could get annoying, but it's my blog so it's ok. Hahaha. Anyway I didn't say this yesterday so, it was on offer! The original price was $19.90 but I got it for $7.90. Such a good catch (: Yay yay yay. &lt;div&gt;Um. Heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1429201563283964659?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1429201563283964659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1429201563283964659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1429201563283964659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1429201563283964659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-bugged-my-dad-by-asking-him-if-lip.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-7929813447202088660</id><published>2007-11-23T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T07:55:17.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a happy girl again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got lip gloss and eyeliner from Sasa today, with best friend. Yay! Love the colour of the lip gloss and how it shimmers. Love it x1000! (:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like how the eyeliner looks on me though. Even though it's quite a thin line on the eye lids. Reminds me of how I look whenever I'm performing and have to put on stage makeup. Which is um, abit too much. I want it to look more natural.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Enchanted. Gisele the princess in real life, is very, very beautiful! She looks prettier than the cartoon version! The chipmunk is adorable and oh-so-smart.&lt;br /&gt;It's a feel good movie. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-7929813447202088660?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/7929813447202088660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=7929813447202088660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7929813447202088660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7929813447202088660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-happy-girl-again-got-lip-gloss-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-2151853038996094419</id><published>2007-11-23T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:04:36.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape was fun. :D Xiu yu was like the bravest of us ALL, and the very first ride that we took I was screaming my head off. ( Now that I look back I think it was very silly of me, and the people watching must all be laughing) I took a chance to glance sideways and she looked incredibly bored! Like huh right.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Then claris xiuyu and I were like half screaming and talking when we were in the air. Like, 'you know it feels like AHHHH! we're flying AHHHH!' Like that. It was quite interesting. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then xiuyu and I took the inverter thing again because we wanted to dry our hair from the wet and wild ride. Actually that was for me, xiuyu seemed to want to take it another time because it was fun. I don't know how she can NOT scream during the whole ride. She was perfectly calm beside me and I screamed until my throat was hoarse. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY 16TH XIU YU! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh pok and I shouted 'happy bday xiu yu' during the wet ride, like at the top of slide just before we were going to plunge down. I was thinking that the whole of Escape might be able to hear us, since we were high up :/ But most probably not. Lol. I don't think xiu yu even heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back to pasir ris mrt with pok was fun too. Lalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;Had an eventful time today. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-2151853038996094419?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/2151853038996094419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=2151853038996094419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2151853038996094419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2151853038996094419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-happy-escape-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-3834477469254521083</id><published>2007-11-21T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:18:38.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I dreamt of last night, was actually, um, heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly disappointed with myself for being heartbroken, because of a &lt;i&gt;dream&lt;/i&gt;. It's so ridiculous and actually embarrassing !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning (late morning, actually), I was rather surprised to find that I was all alone at home and my sis was nowhere to be found and up till now, I have no clue where she is. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I'm rather dependent on my contact lenses and if not, my glasses. I cannot do without them because I'll feel insecure not being able to see the things around me clearly. I took Baby out for a walk yesterday without my glasses (because I refuse to wear them in public if not I will look like a grandma) or my lenses. It was nearing seven in the evening and because of the trees near the canal it was rather dark. And i really doubt Baby's ability to protect me because he loves humans. Lol. Anyway, because I couldn't see my surroundings clearly and it was dim, and the park was quiet, I shortened the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I really should do Math homework, but I feel so lazy. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-3834477469254521083?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/3834477469254521083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=3834477469254521083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/3834477469254521083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/3834477469254521083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-i-dreamt-last-night-was-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-6140800538666692271</id><published>2007-11-21T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:07:33.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pok, please read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've taken to conversing in blog posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your phone is against me! What? Ask your phone to come and blog too! (Like how do you do that right? Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really want to fight is it? &lt;i&gt;Release horse come here&lt;/i&gt;?!?! LOL! What kind of translation is that? I was like laughing out loud when I read the whole blog post. And actually you smelling like ikan bilis is rather expected. I thought you would smell of dried prawns. Dried prawns that say 'I can fly'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness I'm actually imagining you as a flying prawn it's so funny !&lt;br /&gt;Self entertainment, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I think it's so cool that your brother went to Cambodia to teach. It's a school programme right? Since I've seen him before, I can imagine him in a classroom of Cambodian kids and writing on the blackboard, and um, teaching Maths. Eh it's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I join you at escape tomorrow I won't be too redundant? Eh if the rest are ok with me going I will really just appear there tomorrow you know. :D I wanna sit the rides too!! You should try them, then maybe your level of bravery that you have is not as low as you thought la. Actually I don't dare to sit all the rides also. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodnes. You were jumping around the house?! LOL. I can imagine your dad looking stunned. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hua chi is written like 花痴. Lol. How did you know xiao gui one? Oh so you're saying i'm a million times more hua chi than you cos I like he jun xiang for quite a while already is it! By the way he's the guy in 恶魔在身边. (: Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh it's alright la. You're not turning like a flower, um idiot. Huh? Anyway, it's normal. I thought xiao gui's rather good looking too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll pei you to go cut your hair want? Then you can cut any hairstyle that you want, like you said. Shouldn't be expensive cos your hair is short. And don't go bald one day!! As I'd said, I really like your previous hairstyle. The cool one which your dad said was a little ah lian but which I thought was cool. Um, yea. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all already. Hmm then what time are you all meeting tomorrow? I will really go! Lol. But make sure the rest are fine with it ok. Heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine also quite long. Happy? Lol. Hopefully I can see you tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-6140800538666692271?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/6140800538666692271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=6140800538666692271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6140800538666692271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6140800538666692271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/pok-please-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-6248828494975504408</id><published>2007-11-21T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:18:45.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jia you, jia you.&lt;br /&gt;He definitely won't be reading this but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do it. You can tide through all of this. We're praying for you!&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it's so tough to find a solution. You will find it very soon. Everything will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly me brooding over those day to day issues looks especially trivial in comparison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-6248828494975504408?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/6248828494975504408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=6248828494975504408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6248828494975504408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6248828494975504408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/jia-you-jia-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-6656261515841243736</id><published>2007-11-20T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:05:13.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fuming just now, because I bought Jay's new album BUT I left it at Dhoby Ghaut MRT. ARGHHH! I only realised it later on my way to Vivo so I had to take the train back to Dhoby Ghaut, but it's no longer there! Someone took it!! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the control station to ask too, but there's no sign of it :(((((((&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be angry with the person who took it, because it was due to my carelessness, but I AM. Very. I imagine him (I will take it as a him) finding the CD and grinning from ear to ear and thinking which muddleheaded girl (i want him to know it's a girl) must have left it here. He must have flaunted it to whoever was with him, that he actually found a CD! ARGHH! And he's happily listening to it now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Argh. Ok ok calm calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth must he take it huh?! Goodnesss. Why can't he just leave it there? He should have known that I would have gone back to take it one what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, meeting Bianche at Vivo and watching her get ready with her makeup for her prom cheered me up. I don't know, somehow watching her prepare and all makes up for me not having a prom night. I feel really happy for her. She'd be the prettiest there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait. I can't stop thinking of the CD. That person!! Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do buy Jay Chou's CD if you like his songs, instead of downloading them. He worked very hard on them, like all other singers. I heard his sales has plummetted over the years because of the downloading of his songs and pirated CDs, like decreased really greatly. So I think it's only fair that we should give him the credit, and this applies to all other singers as well. If not they may not have the means to come up with their next album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. My CD...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-6656261515841243736?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/6656261515841243736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=6656261515841243736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6656261515841243736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6656261515841243736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-4225711347426495434</id><published>2007-11-18T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:29:37.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love Jay's 彩虹 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你要离开 我知道很简单&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你说依赖 是我们的阻碍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;就算放开 那能不能别没收我的爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;当作我最后才明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-4225711347426495434?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/4225711347426495434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=4225711347426495434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/4225711347426495434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/4225711347426495434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-jays.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1041959044195214314</id><published>2007-11-15T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T10:44:31.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really special how someone can remain very special to you in an especially unique manner, after an especially long time.&lt;br /&gt;Gah gah gah gah.&lt;br /&gt;The wee hours of the morning nearly always do this to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1041959044195214314?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1041959044195214314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1041959044195214314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1041959044195214314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1041959044195214314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-really-special-how-someone-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1194801876310813089</id><published>2007-11-13T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:06:40.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RznFNaLrVgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6gOisXQwi8c/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132350084522661378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RznFNaLrVgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6gOisXQwi8c/s400/Image2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RznFIKLrVfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3trkL8E1lRI/s1600-h/Image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just had to post this. I guess the sandcastles must have been destroyed in some way or another by now, but I think this shot is &lt;s&gt;rather&lt;/s&gt; really beautiful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1194801876310813089?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1194801876310813089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1194801876310813089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1194801876310813089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1194801876310813089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-had-to-post-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RznFNaLrVgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6gOisXQwi8c/s72-c/Image2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1968804686112204911</id><published>2007-11-13T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:18:17.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talked to bianche on the phone last night. We ended our conversation at around three plus in the morning. Felt really happy and relieved to hear her laughter and the uplifted tone in her voice. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1968804686112204911?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1968804686112204911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1968804686112204911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1968804686112204911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1968804686112204911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/talked-to-bianche-on-phone-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-2102369146414113633</id><published>2007-11-09T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T08:54:40.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And all of a sudden I'm liking Mike He Jun Xiang very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Devil Beside You, but then it's also because he's endearing and he smiles in an adorable manner and everything so anyway. I even like the look of the Chinese characters that make up his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-2102369146414113633?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/2102369146414113633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=2102369146414113633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2102369146414113633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2102369146414113633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-all-of-sudden-im-liking-mike-he-jun.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-4038886531964703411</id><published>2007-11-04T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T05:49:17.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look like a lobster now. Like, a true blue lobster, because other than my face, my arms and legs are sunburnt as well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To digress for abit, I just received a reply from lin lao shi about my student portfolio. But I don't understand the question he's asking me because I don't recognise the last two characters! Have to check the dictionary. He overestimated my language efficiency :/// Or in fact it isn't even up to standard. Oh man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the sunburnt thing. Spent the last two days at East Coast Park building sandcastles. Nearly two full days without sunblock. My goodness, I'll never ever not put sunblock ever ever again. Anyway, 65 of us built huge sandcastles which I'm rather proud of in the end, though our instructors played a huge part in beautifying them. All in all it was quite an interesting experience, and it fascinated me to watch the instructors especially serious and focused on perfecting every part of the sandcastles and in fact, anything they make out of the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128979433831868578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/Ry3Lnt3VKKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0QQb2FIBEZk/s320/Image086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In the process of building on the first day. The people in yellow are the instructors. The sky was threatening to rain because there were raindrops and we could hear thunder time and again. Not very presentable still. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've finally learnt how to make sandcastles, and also found out the reason why my attempts to make mini sandcastles in the past failed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't add water. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially enjoyed cat's company, cos it's been a long time since I got to be with her for hours at a go, ever since we went to different classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and there was an Osim triathlon going on over there yesterday, so we were watching the athletes run and swim as well, just not the biking part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drank don't-know-how-many cups of grass jelly during the two days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so relieved after telling my mum about the payment thing. So glad she didn't reprimand me. I don't need to keep looking for children to tutor anymore. Like Phew. I can't believe I actually thought myself capable of tutoring. Before this I was thinking I can't tutor Science or Math, so what else? Yea but I was really desperate so I decided to tutor English and Chinese. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went with Dad to a karaoke at this CC in Ang Mo Kio after the first day of sandcastle building. We drank Heaven and Earth green tea which my dad said could pass off as beer cos of the colour and it was put in this Tiger Beer jug, so we wouldn't look like the odd ones out. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128978695097493650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/Ry3K8t3VKJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/zB3MdOT_S7w/s320/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And when I went to the toilet there was this lady who was drunk and she was like singing loudly and so I walked out quickly, even though she didn't notice my presence. We left when a group of people who were drunk came in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm shall end here. Ta. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-4038886531964703411?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/4038886531964703411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=4038886531964703411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/4038886531964703411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/4038886531964703411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-look-like-lobster-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/Ry3Lnt3VKKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/0QQb2FIBEZk/s72-c/Image086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-225771170018025809</id><published>2007-10-12T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:13:17.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/Rw7lJvxdaOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xMiOhZKA6t4/s1600-h/lust_caution_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120281781972330722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/Rw7lJvxdaOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xMiOhZKA6t4/s320/lust_caution_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watched Lust, Caution last night. It's one of the most thought-provoking shows I have watched in a while. It is expecially rich and poignant with emotions and feelings that the not-too-wonderful plot doesn't matter. Well, towards the end it doesn't have multiple series of events that you do not expect, but I must say that it explores and depicts the feelings of the characters very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There needn't be conversation, because you can tell by their faces numerous thoughts that must be going through their head at once. I think if the script had more lines for each character to express his emotions, the poignancy of the movie would be spoilt just like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed it very much, and now I can't bring myself to watch Meteor Garden II because it's a &lt;strong&gt;far cry&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;i&gt;dao ming si&lt;/i&gt; occupying the screen for five minutes learning how to crack an egg. I mean why do they give so much screen time for such insignificant things that do not contribute to the plot? At least I do not see how him spending so much time on such mundane things can help the show progress. :/ I think that's why the show stretches for as long as thirty-one episodes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite criticisms about the new female lead with &lt;i&gt;dao ming si&lt;/i&gt; I watched it and realised it's a far cry from Meteor Garden I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still I enjoy watching Barbie Xu act as &lt;i&gt;shan cai&lt;/i&gt; and I will finish the sequel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yahan told me about my GPA. I'm very happy. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-225771170018025809?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/225771170018025809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=225771170018025809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/225771170018025809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/225771170018025809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/10/watched-lust-caution-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/Rw7lJvxdaOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xMiOhZKA6t4/s72-c/lust_caution_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8832250987115961732</id><published>2007-10-09T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:57:56.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In everything that I do and succeed in, it's by God's grace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never fathom how I will ever be able to achieve what is beyond me, yet God has made it possible, time and again.&lt;br /&gt;Truly praise Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8832250987115961732?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8832250987115961732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8832250987115961732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8832250987115961732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8832250987115961732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-everything-that-i-do-and-succeed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1286784650172455868</id><published>2007-10-08T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:49:39.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to lunch with my mum somewhere near raffles mrt after school today. So glad she didn't have a lunch appointment with anyone (: But I did wait for her meeting to end before we could have a late lunch. I really enjoy her company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back home and plonked on the sofa and &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;slept. Goodness I don't know why I was so tired. I was dozing off during Math today. Anyway, I remember what I dreamt and I don't feel very good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to control my expenses, seriously think about it. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1286784650172455868?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1286784650172455868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1286784650172455868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1286784650172455868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1286784650172455868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/10/went-to-lunch-with-my-mum-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8030887854116955847</id><published>2007-10-03T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:22:49.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in eons, like really eons.&lt;br /&gt;Promos are over. I don't think I'll do very well this time round for everything else except chinese lit, which I'm rather satisfied with because my train of thought didn't get cut off or something during the exam and I was able to write the answers fairly smoothly. Yay (:&lt;br /&gt;I thought testing us the character list for &lt;em&gt;hong lou meng&lt;/em&gt; would be disastrous because I have no inkling how to call the different aunts and uncles(mother's side and father's side) in mandarin whatsoever. I mean like biao ge all that was fine, but I never knew that was a name for nephew's wife in mandarin. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Math. I think i'm taking H1 math next year.&lt;br /&gt;My lang arts essay didn't go very well either, conclusion was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116975735191202002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RwMmUfxdaNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lqUz8rkwugM/s320/post-329220-1169214754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished this Taiwanese sequel. Borrowed from the store with bock's account, like during the exam period. Heh :)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't help but to keep watching it, though it made me rather impatient towards the end because the everybody else (the audience) seemed to &lt;em&gt;get it&lt;/em&gt; except for the characters. Still I thought some parts of the script were very well-written, and the acting by barbie hsu and alan kuo was good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to do right now. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8030887854116955847?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8030887854116955847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8030887854116955847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8030887854116955847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8030887854116955847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-havent-blogged-in-eons-like-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RwMmUfxdaNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lqUz8rkwugM/s72-c/post-329220-1169214754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1772092001210328513</id><published>2007-09-10T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T13:27:51.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness. &lt;br /&gt;Now that mr tan is gone LA lesson was like, argh. Simply put, not LA at all.&lt;br /&gt;To many of us, LA = Mr Tan.  &lt;br /&gt;I know it's the revision week and everything so I'm not expecting to learn anything new but to at least feel a tad productive after that? I barely felt like we did anything fruitful. &lt;br /&gt;I hoped mr tan would suddenly appear outside 2E classroom and walk into class and we would all scurry to our seats again.&lt;br /&gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;As we grow older it gets harder to impress us so being a teacher to students our age is tougher. We tend to be rather judgemental of teachers but then again, once in awhile a teacher comes by whose words we would really sit up and listen to. &lt;br /&gt;I mean, we can tell if a teacher gives his hundred percent or fifty or hardly anything at all. &lt;br /&gt;And it suddenly dawned upon me that i'm not gonna see him around in school anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1772092001210328513?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1772092001210328513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1772092001210328513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1772092001210328513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1772092001210328513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-213975836912455936</id><published>2007-09-07T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T05:18:53.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum and dad are in Hongkong right now, which leaves my sis and I alone at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of myself for cooking a very satisfying lunch :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-213975836912455936?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/213975836912455936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=213975836912455936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/213975836912455936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/213975836912455936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/09/mum-and-dad-are-in-hongkong-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5163452843019009088</id><published>2007-09-01T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T09:02:07.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phone call with bestie last night was great, talked about anything and everything. Going back to primary school sounded like a lot of fun, a pity I missed it.:/ But to hear it from her was rather exciting. It must have been incredibly interesting to see how everyone has changed. Talking to her has always been wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned the costumes with chengfeng yesterday. We walked quite abit, for 3 hours in fact. Haha. Still it wasn't entirely tiring, cos I enjoyed the time with cf. We talked so much. Good thing, kept us from being too bored and and thinking about the hot sun. The costume shops that we went to intrigued me. It was like a side of Singapore I had never seen, the drama kinda people who were at the costume shops and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days have left me thinking alot about Mr Marcus Tan leaving. It's because he's so unique and special a teacher there are alot of strong feelings about him going away. I found myself nodding to xiu qing's speech on Lang Arts night - &lt;em&gt;he gave his hundred percent, he prompted us to think out of the box &lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't some fanciful description of a teacher just because he was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this will pass i'm sure. Soon we'll go about our daily lives and take up GP and write argumentative essays without him around in the school. But I don't want to forget how we felt about him leaving, and how happy I was to know that he was very, very proud of us.&lt;br /&gt;I think when I recollect the times we rehearsed for Unhooked and LA night I'll always think about him as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness. He's actually leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5163452843019009088?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5163452843019009088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5163452843019009088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5163452843019009088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5163452843019009088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/09/phone-call-with-bestie-last-night-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-3939177187613783403</id><published>2007-08-28T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:36:33.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no urge to blog these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really start studying for my end of years! Been so caught up in everything else but revision. I think it's high time I slowed down and thought through about revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go to bedok swimming complex for PE in the morning, though I didn't swim. I was thinking of how being there reminded me of how it was last year, when swimming for PE was still a novelty to us, or to me at least. We had it with the J1s last year, and this year it's all different, with juniors and all. (Yes I was able to think of all that on top of doing bibliography for SS) Then all the 1A/06 people caught my eye all of a sudden, and I could just think for a second how it was like when we were in the same class. Well, they say that your first class in a new school is usually your most memorable, and the one you would feel the special bond with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA night is two days away. I hope we can perform better than what we did during grading, and not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are pages thick of history readings to go through before doing the essay. And can the guiding points be any less detailed? (I can't help feeling this way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end here. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-3939177187613783403?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/3939177187613783403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=3939177187613783403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/3939177187613783403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/3939177187613783403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-no-urge-to-blog-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-2316098657820449307</id><published>2007-08-24T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:09:40.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight is one of the happiest nights of the year, and undoubtedly the most memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unhooked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is going to be shown to the public next thursday! Finally, after all the hardwork and all that we have dreamed, this is coming true ohman ohman. Ahh. I'm turning hysterical oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the play ended, we did the curtain call that I was dreaming of (haha) the first time I saw the ppt slides that were to be shown after the play. I remember thinking of how the applause would sound like when the ending music was playing, and how we would run out and bow. It wasn't entirely like how I pictured, it was better. :D I saw one of the teachers nodding in approval and clapping when we were about to bow and I felt so so proud of our play, that feeling is rather hard to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting backstage between scenes, I thought of how this was a materialization of our ideas. You know, how it is when you initially thought that maybe the use of a prop, or something about the perception of love was just one of those suggestions that suddenly came to your head during group discussions? And then it's on stage one day, and there's an audience to boot. Even seeing the bushes on stage that were initially cardboards without green paint on brought me this sense of accomplishment, that we were able to finish making our props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our very own production from scratch, which is what made me feel even happier about it, because it was a brainchild of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat and yahan's acting &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; were superb, jiawen was a complete tinkerbell, and the lost boys played their role wholeheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy ohmy. I'm thinking of those times at the carpark when we would rehearse, and practice voice projection.&lt;i&gt;Voice projection&lt;/i&gt;, over and over. And we would keep having to be angry enough or something like that. Like, &lt;i&gt;get into character&lt;/i&gt;. Tonight, is really the best night ever :D All the hardwork paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102284151358058802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/Rs70ZxDNcTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/07jUQNXNCkA/s200/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only photo I have of the night, with han le looking like she wants to eat me up and sarena looking very happy and contented. Haha. It's a tad fuzzy wuzzy thoough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-2316098657820449307?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/2316098657820449307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=2316098657820449307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2316098657820449307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2316098657820449307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/08/tonight-is-one-of-happiest-nights-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/Rs70ZxDNcTI/AAAAAAAAAIk/07jUQNXNCkA/s72-c/Image049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-7182477832553206369</id><published>2007-08-20T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T06:58:47.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to the airport in half an hour's time, to receive Zuo Yun, and the other people from Nanchang. (:  This is total coolness!  Oh man it's been eons since I last saw her. I bet this week will be super eventful and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, I like the airport very much, and the thought of going there at night makes me very happy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I will love this week so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-7182477832553206369?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/7182477832553206369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=7182477832553206369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7182477832553206369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7182477832553206369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-going-to-airport-in-half-hours-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1522854598837592306</id><published>2007-08-12T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T06:15:44.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can feel myself changing, and it's not for the better. I don't think I will like my new self very much. Sheesh man. Why can't i just stop it? I don't really care anymore, about the people around me. I think i'll just grow and become this selfish person.&lt;br /&gt;What on earth has happened to my priorities?&lt;br /&gt;What on earth has happened to God being first in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is wrong with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please come by and keep me sane? Assure me that i'm still me. Oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1522854598837592306?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1522854598837592306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1522854598837592306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1522854598837592306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1522854598837592306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-can-feel-myself-changing-and-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-4171994679984340837</id><published>2007-08-04T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:48:37.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll stop these self sabotage actions. I don't want to have to listen to others. I know what I should do, and nobody can tell me how to go about doing it. And I'll stick to what i feel is most suitable for me even if others judge me otherwise. I won't care anymore, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous mental turmoil. But I can't undermine it, because it means the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me what's right and wrong. I can see for myself. Don't tell me to stop thinking about myself like the whole world revolves around me because I wish for it more than you do.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard on you, so I will refrain from speaking about it in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QSE survey. Motivating &amp;amp; inspiring teacher and he comes to mind, and the only reason why I would disagree with a statement is when I think of her. I mean you can't just ask a question like "My teachers motivate and inspire me" and expect us to answer when the way we feel about different teachers differ so greatly. Not all teachers are dedicated. I remember watching young teachers start out with so much passion and wishing that this fire would not burn out in the later years of their career, when things start to grow monotonous and students disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be really sad when he leaves. He's one of a kind. He won't witness our graduation and all that, nevermind whether or not he wants to. When we leave the school and prepare to get into university he won't be there to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh i don't know been so bothered about this and that lately i miss the presence of certain people in an odd manner. Like when I see them around in school i think of how it was like in the past and that sense of familiarity and closeness comes back in a second. It goes away just as fast though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I don't know why I'm dreading school nowadays I really don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-4171994679984340837?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/4171994679984340837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=4171994679984340837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/4171994679984340837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/4171994679984340837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-stop-these-self-sabotage-actions.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-503252204115332313</id><published>2007-07-27T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T04:58:54.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the urge to cut my hair short, like really short. Just abit longer than ear-length. I think i may go cut it tomorrow. Hehh. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-503252204115332313?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/503252204115332313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=503252204115332313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/503252204115332313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/503252204115332313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-urge-to-cut-my-hair-short-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-102850981552308203</id><published>2007-07-21T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T07:17:26.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why but, out of all the others, the comment was what mattered the most. When I read it i was smiling so widely and feeling so very happy and floaty about it. Maybe it's because the comment from the tutor was rather unexpected, and also because I believed it was genuine, not randomly typed out with barely any memory of me in mind. It's been eons since I last cared very much about how a tutor thought of me, since I feel that very few of them remember you as an individual, or know you in the first place at all. I mean like, it's not their fault that they don't know me but things just happen to be like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess when you respect someone because you see how capable they are and wish you would be able to have such intelligent thoughts one day, you tend to care very much about their view of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe a comment like that quite made my day. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-102850981552308203?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/102850981552308203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=102850981552308203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/102850981552308203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/102850981552308203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-know-why-but-out-of-all-others.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5937143844780986073</id><published>2007-07-15T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T08:27:17.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided that he must have gigantic hands and his wrists must be twice that of mine and he must be able to flip a tiny cockroach over effortlessly with his shoe without being told to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5937143844780986073?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5937143844780986073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5937143844780986073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5937143844780986073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5937143844780986073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-decided-that-he-must-have-gigantic.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5195834905331433022</id><published>2007-07-14T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:04:13.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm running away from it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always running away from something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lack the courage to face it, when I find it too tedious or complicated, I would rather pretend as though I can't really see it, and ever so often it will come nagging at the back of my mind. It tells me that I can't let it wait anymore, but I ignore it all the same. And it becomes a thorn in the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? That this has actually become a &lt;em&gt;thorn in the flesh &lt;/em&gt;for me?&lt;br /&gt;I can yet I can't accept myself for believing.&lt;br /&gt;I think it will disappear into nothingness after awhile, which is what I fear, but I'm not doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like this trait of mine, but then again, &lt;em&gt;i'm not doing anything about it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5195834905331433022?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5195834905331433022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5195834905331433022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5195834905331433022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5195834905331433022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-running-away-from-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-7332579459557941443</id><published>2007-07-11T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T07:57:45.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Then when I turn to look, I realise you've become a stranger. The worse thing is, I'm all alone in this realisation.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to shout out loud, so that you can hear me. Don't you feel anything, anything at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-7332579459557941443?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/7332579459557941443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=7332579459557941443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7332579459557941443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7332579459557941443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/07/then-when-i-turn-to-look-i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-448763073162610751</id><published>2007-07-10T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T04:27:30.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The doctor said my blood pressure was lower than usual but it's alright. I kind of expected it and I figure I should be eating abit more. But I feel extremely fat ninetynine . nine percent of the time so much so that I've pretty much developed this love-hate thing with food. My mum says I can't call it a relationship cos food doesn't reciprocate. Lol. Like at seoul garden the other day I loved how the food tasted, but when I got home I pretty much disliked the fact that I ate cos it made me feel even fatter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm kinda worried that the dress sold at Nichii at Vivo would be taken down soon or something (yes I'm still thinking about it). Perhaps I should just get it over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was trynna sleep in the sick bay today but there wasn't much success cos I could always hear people talking like every five minutes or something. So i just lay there and rested until chem was halfway over and I felt like I was wasting my time and went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how do you improve your essay writing and comprehension skills when it seems like it's gonna be stagnant like that forever. Gahhhh. I mean how on earth do you get 37/50 (or around there) for compre?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Essay. Why on the very earth can't I seem to hit 30 this year? I feel like i'm doing all the right things (at least when I wrote the essay it felt right) but when I get back the paper it's gah. This is frustrating when you think about it. And disappointing when you don't meet your expectations for something you hope to be good at. It's not like i care this much for every subject and the marks for other subjects matter as much to me as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked with pok around the track today and it felt good even though I didn't feel 100% healthy. I just enjoy her company and miss it quite alot. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmzie. Lauzie simzie chuazzie.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Had the sudden urge to do that. I don't know zie just connected with hm and the subsequent zies followed. Heh. Ok nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end here, ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-448763073162610751?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/448763073162610751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=448763073162610751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/448763073162610751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/448763073162610751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/07/went-to-doctor-and-he-said-my-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-6785612171617783012</id><published>2007-07-04T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T04:23:58.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Received some bday presents and they made me very happy ((: From pok claris and ninis. Heh heh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I don't feel like blogging about school. It makes me feel so very bored.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't see some of the people you miss and you miss them even more cos you don't see them.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was wondering on the train last night that i should stop thinking like that, cos it's getting nervewrecking and you wonder why on earth are you thinking of them? You know nothing leads to anything and it's bad for you to spend too much time thinking about them, even if they are quite special somehow. &lt;br /&gt;And you decide that it's a habit, nothing more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blabbering again blah blahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-6785612171617783012?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/6785612171617783012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=6785612171617783012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6785612171617783012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6785612171617783012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/07/received-some-bday-presents-and-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-3479346664311082758</id><published>2007-07-02T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:57:34.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw that dress today again, tried it on &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. I like it very much still ! !&lt;br /&gt;The folds, the colour and the way it flows look so perfect. Very beautiful. It's not very often that you would come across a dress that grips you so much. It's one of those times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says "I support you", it's a refreshing change from "Don't do it" in a discouraging manner.  I know she'll support me no matter what. She understands when I say that this is not how I wanna look in the dress. Yay (: Finally someone who understands, instead of trying to tell me that I look perfectly fine in it. Like 'nothing wrong' that kinda thing, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I miss her when she's not here. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw poryee on the train today. It's been really long since I last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shall turn in now. Ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-3479346664311082758?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/3479346664311082758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=3479346664311082758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/3479346664311082758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/3479346664311082758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/07/saw-that-dress-today-again-tried-it-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-6239990102406134062</id><published>2007-06-30T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T08:49:51.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh bestie...&lt;br /&gt;Those tears uncontrollably came when I read those words just now.&lt;br /&gt;She still remembers so much.&lt;br /&gt;She's always so grateful for every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;But she's the one who's always the best to me, the most genuine, gentle and sweetest person ever in my life i always feel imperfect beside her. This genuity of hers, how much she cares for me and cherishes me, that element of trust between us that there's no need to hide anything, no need to put up a front because we've been besties since we were young is so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one of God's greatest gifts to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told her about my end of year trip, She said "Go paris for me!" with such happiness and excitement for me, it was even as though, she would be going as well. It's complete selflessness.&lt;br /&gt;She would gladly come all the way from home to an mrt just so that I won't travel alone, something i never dreamed anyone would think of doing.&lt;br /&gt;Her words of encouragement would replay in my mind over and over.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me the bracelet for my birthday even though she liked it so much.&lt;br /&gt;She would put herself in my shoes and understand how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;She never fails to encourage me with words of affirmation.&lt;br /&gt;She was so tired last night, on the verge of sleeping even but willingly took a bus all the way to harbourfront and accompanied me around harbourfront centre until 10pm, wanting to stay even later to wait with me for my mum.&lt;br /&gt;She's the person who cherishes me the most in the whole wide world, other than my family.&lt;br /&gt;She feels sad when I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;She has the kindest, purest and most sincere heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's my advisor, listener and my joy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the best to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I'm like the most blessed person on earth to have her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-6239990102406134062?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/6239990102406134062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=6239990102406134062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6239990102406134062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6239990102406134062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahh-bestie.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1125894888627472410</id><published>2007-06-30T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:45:53.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JCTs are over. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at bianche's house yesterday. Watched tv together after that. &lt;br /&gt;Took a bus with me to harbourfront even though it was 9plus at night and she was tired.&lt;br /&gt;She's the best chocolate chip in my life haha (: If my life were a cookie that is.&lt;br /&gt;Argh i'm not making sense! The cookie part hehheh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll be going out later. Yep. Ta(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1125894888627472410?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1125894888627472410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1125894888627472410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1125894888627472410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1125894888627472410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/06/jcts-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5258016944702608773</id><published>2007-06-16T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T08:19:47.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was reading through my past blog posts and I literally laughed at some of them because of how childish I was. But then I had to go through those phases to become what I am now. Some posts really gripped my attention, like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;lausy, when you feel like breaking down, i wanna be there for you, because i would not want you to bear it all alone. and even when you're angry with something, i wanna be there to listen to you let it all out."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said this a year ago, on 16 May. Was going through a very tough time.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I still mean it, even though we're in different classes now and everything. I don't want those words to just vanish into thin air because of time. If ever you think that you do want to confide in me again, I'll be more than willing to listen to you.  Just like how you listened to me patiently&amp; silently after I cried in the toilet last year. Won't ever forget that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was taking a short break from chemistry. Heh. Alright have to go back to it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5258016944702608773?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5258016944702608773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5258016944702608773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5258016944702608773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5258016944702608773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/06/was-reading-through-my-past-blog-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-6993153362563490795</id><published>2007-06-13T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T08:41:54.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cat and bock spent my birthday with me today. (: Very very happy for their company, that they can fork out their studying time to go out with me. Thank you lots! And they treated me to lunch somemore. Really really appreciate it. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being so nice to me all this while.&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate it, this consistency of yours that has never changed. &lt;br /&gt;I care for you very much as well.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope we'll stay this way, it's very special to me. But I wouldn't blame you if you stopped one day.&lt;br /&gt;Friends always no matter what :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fortunate to have her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I feel so honoured to be her bestie, all these years. &lt;br /&gt;She's my one and only, always, the one with that special bond and chemistry, after all this while that i have had other people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I think if you can find one such person in your whole life you're really blessed. When you feel unworthy, you know she cherishes you. You know she won't leave you in the lurch for anything.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for her in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-6993153362563490795?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/6993153362563490795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=6993153362563490795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6993153362563490795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6993153362563490795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/06/cat-and-bock-spent-my-birthday-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8561960750694128435</id><published>2007-06-12T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T08:14:01.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum and sis are now flying towards Amsterdam. (: Just sent them off at the airport an hour or so ago. Yep. Hope both of them will enjoy it very much there, especially my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with bianche yesterday! Was very happy to see her, my beloved bestie again. She gave me this pretty bracelet that she liked very much and I felt quite touched cos she bought it for me instead. Ahh love her. Somehow being with her made me feel like I could put aside the cares of the world and just be happy and contented with what I had.&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of her last night haha! We were running away from something together. Lol. I was afraid that I might lose her yea, i think someone was trying to tear us apart or something, so we had to run. Sounds funny, but yea. When I woke up I had the 'i'm-scared-i-will-lose-her' feeling, but later realised that I never would, because she would never just leave me alone like that.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bestie, for spending my birthday in advance with me. This birthday is especially special because of you. Thank youu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's just me and my dad for the next week ! Heh:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8561960750694128435?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8561960750694128435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8561960750694128435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8561960750694128435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8561960750694128435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-mum-and-sis-are-now-flying-towards.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5699099570089276137</id><published>2007-06-08T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T07:27:08.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels like I haven't blogged for a zillion years.  In actual fact it's only over a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing to have a better memory because you remember more of somebody, be it an old friend or a sibling. In that way you can see how each other has grown, and when you come together after awhile, he or she isn't just another acquaintance. Taking into account all the memories you have had of him or her, this friend becomes especially special to you. Without the memories, the friendship becomes so two-dimensional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more brain storage or something, because I hope to remember more of people, the little things about them. These little things significantly affect how I relate to them and what I think of them. Perhaps you have gone through thick and thin with someone, and you can recall 'Oh yes I did go through this and that yadda with her', but you don't remember the little things which changed your mind of her or the chemistry you felt at that point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my sister has this incredible memory of everything. She can remember how I was like when I was young, but I barely remember much about her and us together except that we played with peanut butter when we were in kindergarten and we would always catch channel 8 serials at 2.30pm. :D Of course there's much more, but &lt;s&gt;that's&lt;/s&gt; those are the only things I can think of at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my grammar is annoying me greatly. I don't know what has happened to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall just blog until here for now. Gonna celebrate my birthday in advance with my family tomorrow. Ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5699099570089276137?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5699099570089276137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5699099570089276137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5699099570089276137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5699099570089276137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-feels-like-i-havent-blogged-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-6715250807342513793</id><published>2007-05-29T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T02:58:42.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JCT ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have decided to forgo London and Netherlands for you. I am not feeling happy about it and I know you must be feeling very important right now. Please do not be too difficult so that it is taxing on our brains, considering the sacrifices we have made for you. I need your help to promote. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from channel 8 last night that MOE and EDB are working closely with UNSW to help the students and everything. They didn't really specify what that meant but anyway, I hope the students get a place at the local universities or a foreign university if they can afford to go overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah gah gah. I'm sneezing arghh. I think i'll go take a nap or something yep. Ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-6715250807342513793?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/6715250807342513793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=6715250807342513793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6715250807342513793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/6715250807342513793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/05/jct-i-have-decided-to-forgo-london-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-4307011203727542016</id><published>2007-05-28T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T09:15:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not have the motivation to study or do any work right now, even though I have to complete the atomic structure questions before chem makeup lesson tomorrow. I don't know what's wrong with me. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why we still take the University of New South Wales English exam after what they did to the students at UNSW Asia. What the authorities are doing to the students in Singapore is downright outrageous and extremely irresponsible. It's not only unfair to the students for the all hard work that they have put in, it's unjust to the parents who have slogged so hard to fork out just enough money for the expensive school fees. And what about the lecturers? They've all dedicated their time and effort to teaching these students.&lt;br /&gt;How can someone be so cruel? At the very least, shouldn't you fulfill the responsibilities that follow such a drastic decision?&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the exasperation of the students while reading about it in the papers today.&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeeeeeeeshhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can only pray for them. Lets' all pray for the students at the university ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Have to go to chem. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-4307011203727542016?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/4307011203727542016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=4307011203727542016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/4307011203727542016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/4307011203727542016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-do-not-have-motivation-to-study-or-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8866539829528132500</id><published>2007-05-22T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T07:23:56.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reached Singapore at around 11.45pm on Sunday. Realised that Singapore looks beautiful from afar, with all the lights. It was rather amusing when we touched down because ang mian, xian jue and the others thought that they were looking at Singapore from their side of the plane but it turned out that Singapore was on my side of the plane. So what she assumed to be Singapore with all the pretty lights was not Singapore. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nanchang. If Zhuo Yun is reading this now, I want her to know that I miss living there with her quite alot. I miss Auntie as well.&lt;br /&gt;Zhuo Yun and I really felt like sisters, and even though I'm older than her by a year I feel younger because she's more matured in her thinking. She also gives me a sense of security when she holds my hand and there are strangers around and I feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days were very eventful over there, and I felt so carefree because there was virtually no work to do, except to experience life there and enjoy ourselves (and write a journal entry everyday, but it wasnt alot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days were long as well, because I would reach home at 10 plus in the night. It was cool to not know what to expect next.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, shopping with Zhuo Yun on Saturday was great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for them to come to Singapore in August. :DD I'm currently feeling very proud to be a Chinese, and am also contemplating going to Tianjin next year for the 5-week attatchment program. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also wanna meet Zhuo Yun in NUS in 2-3 years time. It will be really cool to study together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also never look at the PRC scholars in our school the same way again. We interacted with so many china students in Nanchang, played ball with them, lived with them, sat in during their lessons, ate mac's with them and shopped with them. We understand them a whole lot better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh I love the family who hosted me and I miss living with them quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok have to do SS now. I can imagine Zhuo Yun zai xie zuo ye. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO SS. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067389458210777154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RlL73TM2aEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vVRJn1O3_NE/s320/IMGP3470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle, Zhuo Yun, Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067387843303073842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RlL6ZTM2aDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/em-Q-xPBILY/s320/IMGP3453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8866539829528132500?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8866539829528132500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8866539829528132500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8866539829528132500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8866539829528132500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/05/reached-singapore-at-around-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RlL73TM2aEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vVRJn1O3_NE/s72-c/IMGP3470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8597798524637406384</id><published>2007-05-15T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T06:31:58.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the room of the parents of my nanchang buddy (&lt;s&gt;zuo&lt;/s&gt; zhuo yun) right now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather cool in China right now, as if the air-conditioner is turned on even in the open.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this house cos it's rather special somehow, like from the outside you get the village feel, whereas the interior looks like a modern apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Just had dinner, and i realised the people here eat lots of veges. Yea. And they are really particular about whether or not the food is fresh, salty and all that. They also use chopsticks and only that most of the time, which i do not really have difficulty using but i'm just not that adept at it. You know like we usually use fork and spoon all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i think i should like blog more when i get back to spore. Have to write two journal entries now cos it has to be handed in tomorrow heh. Ok ta (: Nanchang is a nice place haha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8597798524637406384?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8597798524637406384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8597798524637406384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8597798524637406384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8597798524637406384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-in-room-of-parents-of-my-nanchang.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-348813545039147303</id><published>2007-05-11T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T07:51:36.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Your daughter would like you to know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;She misses you and loves you very very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;And that she's sorry for refusing to let go because she's too selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-348813545039147303?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/348813545039147303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=348813545039147303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/348813545039147303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/348813545039147303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/05/your-daughter-would-like-you-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1832739873499099814</id><published>2007-05-11T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T07:13:33.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Remember when I said I won't miss you&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I do&lt;br /&gt;I never stop thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;We are meant together&lt;br /&gt;The two of us are bound&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like forever&lt;br /&gt;I can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Then i would hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And i know we could love once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;Then you would love me still be mine&lt;br /&gt;Baby I would be right where you are&lt;br /&gt;If i could wish upon a star&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved this song when I heard it a couple of years ago. I still do. It's meant to be a fairytale so you wish upon a star and all. It's a sweet song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1832739873499099814?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1832739873499099814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1832739873499099814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1832739873499099814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1832739873499099814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/05/remember-when-i-said-i-wont-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8613975500860837979</id><published>2007-05-08T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T05:28:23.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IS presentation was a huge relief. I never thought i would have to talk about the World of Warcraft like i knew it really well heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry test was double sighs of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we ran to east coast for mass PE today and back. Pok's pace was faster than me and jiawen's so i like really challenged myself to keep up with her haha! (: But the sense of completion after the run was rather good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiawen and kaiyin had syf today and they looked pretty when they came back in their costumes and all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i feel really grateful to izyan because she was so nice to stay back after the long (but last) session of IS and teach us the malay song in such detail AND help us borrow the stuffs that we need for china!&lt;br /&gt;She took it upon herself to make sure we knew all the movements and everything.&lt;br /&gt;So nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am clueness as to what to blog about and I am having a mental block. As you can see i am being highly random and it's become rather typical of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not be blogging now though, ohwell.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end here and i want next week to come quick! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8613975500860837979?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8613975500860837979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8613975500860837979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8613975500860837979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8613975500860837979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-presentation-was-huge-relief.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-719451896132207081</id><published>2007-05-07T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T09:14:30.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By hook or by crook i will complete this by tonight. (not literally) &lt;br /&gt;But don't keep giving me chim stuffs ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-719451896132207081?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/719451896132207081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=719451896132207081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/719451896132207081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/719451896132207081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/05/by-hook-or-by-crook-i-will-complete.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1621315945979429329</id><published>2007-05-02T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:55:28.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINISHED!  ! !!   ! !  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1621315945979429329?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1621315945979429329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1621315945979429329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1621315945979429329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1621315945979429329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/05/finished-thank-god-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5488960005349897028</id><published>2007-05-01T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T07:04:23.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Dont be stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;Can finish one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5488960005349897028?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5488960005349897028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5488960005349897028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5488960005349897028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5488960005349897028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-7613065306833572535</id><published>2007-04-29T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T06:14:01.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;One of the home's longest-staying residents is Rick (not his real name) 11, who has been there for seven years. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He states simply that he is at the home because his parents used to "torture" him. He still sees them at least once a week, and misses them when he does not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lowering his gaze slightly, he said: "&lt;i&gt;I pray that my mum and dad will stop smoking and drinking beer&lt;/i&gt;." &lt;strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A home away from home for 'disadvantaged' children' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;26 April 07,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Straits Times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was doing current affairs when i saw this. Which means that he has been living in the home ever since he was four. It's like so shocking how he can still love his parents after what they had done to him. He actually misses them when he doesn't see them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's like really amazing that a child's love for the parent can be this unconditional. And it's only right that his parents should change themselves for him. But perhaps they are already trying, we wouldn't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's like for an eleven-year-old to be this mature and forgiving is rather rare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or perhaps the younger you are the more unlikely it is for you to hold grudges, especially against people you love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-7613065306833572535?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/7613065306833572535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=7613065306833572535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7613065306833572535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7613065306833572535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-of-homes-longest-staying-residents_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8918184657553426657</id><published>2007-04-29T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T02:30:46.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sis is off to this piano competition right now. Maybe she has already played her piece, i'm not too sure. Hmm. Looking at how she practised on the piano just now, I suddenly realised that she was rather good. Haha. Well, the only song i know how to play on the piano is guang huai fang shi la which she taught me years ago. And even that is like rather rusty by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i would like to turn into an extremely studious person who adores studying and looks forward to completing every assignment and project. This person would love exams (because she can't wait to mug for them) and is enthusiastic about learning in class. In fact, every lesson in school passes by so quickly she feels that school is too short. She also does not doze off during class, which is key to being a studious person since learning interests her very much.&lt;br /&gt;She also does not need her friend to poke or nudge her to wake up every 10 seconds during IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8918184657553426657?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8918184657553426657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8918184657553426657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8918184657553426657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8918184657553426657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-sis-is-off-to-this-piano-competition.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-7036903546753841716</id><published>2007-04-28T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T10:45:38.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to tampines mall with my mum after dance (and after her work) just now. We intended to watch a movie (because watching a movie on friday nights make me feel really happy somehow). We reached there at around 9 plus, but there weren't any movies that interested either of us. We decided then to sit in at pasta mania and order something to eat. But we ended up chatting until midnight, and she made me think alot, as always. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I realise I tend to like people who have the characteristics of my dad. It's strange and i don't know why. Perhaps it's the tendency that some kids have, and erm, i'm one of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we were talking we realised that you don't always end up with your favourite people (ie best friend, people you feel comfortable with) in the end. It's sad when you realise that your paths in life are diverging and both of you won't meet again. You still see the person, you do meet up, but you lose that chemistry or special closeness that you shared at a certain point in time. Your paths just don't cross anymore. It's just inevitable and  sad.&lt;br /&gt;I think the both of us (my mum and I) can testify to this.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm experiencing it this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, you find that you are worlds apart.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the person is still there, but you have moved on.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, perhaps both of you have moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't go back, most definitely not. And i guess it was when i saw that this day would come that i felt so upset then. I was sad because i knew that it would happen in such a subtle manner that both of us would brush the very notion aside and not think about it. Then we would drift further apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's exasperating is we can't stop it from happening. And when it does, you just have to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mum said that I would learn to accept all of that when i'm older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think you do know we are not the same anymore. I do try my best (in every way I can) to make the very little bit last. I hope you know that, though somehow you don't seem to realise it.&lt;br /&gt;I used to hope that i was a Science pro as well so that we wouldn't be going separate ways. But unfortunately our subjects differ so greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm always inclined to opposites of me. It becomes really tough because to fuse two different worlds into one where you actually have something in common is hardly anything like effortless. You need patience, you need to be understanding, you need to be always willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm feeling sleepy now. Hehh. Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-7036903546753841716?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/7036903546753841716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=7036903546753841716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7036903546753841716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7036903546753841716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-to-tampines-mall-after-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-13210657118367958</id><published>2007-04-27T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T02:05:15.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;I miss you alot&lt;br /&gt;So do appear like some genie from a bottle as soon as possible&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-13210657118367958?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/13210657118367958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=13210657118367958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/13210657118367958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/13210657118367958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-i-miss-you-alot-so-do-appear-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-2976388062050101695</id><published>2007-04-26T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T05:28:01.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Throughout the whole time my hands were rather cold and all that. I was also annoyed with the people beside me. I know they were just doing their part la but still! I don't need a commentary man.&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to glare at them too often though. Not that they would think i was glaring at them but i was. I tried to anyway. :/&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. It doesn't matter if they got the vibe or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was alright at the end, disappointed but still ok, not upset or anything. But what i saw soon after was what struck this chord in my heart. I suddenly saw the situation through someone else's perspective and then it became really, really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully it didn't end on this note. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime i think about it i can't help but smile. Truly one of the happiest moments this year, also because the happiness comes from someone else's joy. I think it makes a difference whether you're feeling happy for yourself or not. There's a limit to how much joy you can feel for yourself, but for friends that you care about, it's a different thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And um, jiawen typed this to make herself noticed on this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELLO! THIS IS JIAWEN! hahahaha(: byebye!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol ok bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-2976388062050101695?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/2976388062050101695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=2976388062050101695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2976388062050101695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2976388062050101695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/04/throughout-whole-time-my-hands-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5551500761299085223</id><published>2007-04-18T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:42:55.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to do something about my hair over the weekends, like cut it super short and spike it or something :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Kidding (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be less ambitious and just layer it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was superduper sianned in school at the start of today all the way until school ended, faced with the prospect of having to revise for the maths test tomorrow the moment i reach home.(which i am not doing now) I was like questioning out loud to jiawen and all like, why on earth do we have to study so much when at the end of the day, i can barely recall half of the details i studied in all my years of education? Yesyes they've become part of my subconsciousness blahblah. But still, it's the maths that i'm not convinced about. I know it helps you with your thinking and all but why can't they just train our thinking with difficult addition and subtraction problems? Whyyyyyyyyy must they include integration? I know there's like a million reasons to learn maths, but it isn't really my thing. I don't mind analysing text and all that, but NUMBERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was so sian during assembly that i didn't even bother to mouth the words of the college anthem. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ah. Can't really tolerate it leh. Wanna attempt to get into law (i know you're shaking your head in disbelief) and graduate and start my career but then once i think of the stress (like more stress ohman) i'm gonna face i don't feel like graduating after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BATHE AND STUDY MATHS. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5551500761299085223?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5551500761299085223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5551500761299085223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5551500761299085223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5551500761299085223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-going-to-do-something-about-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8999246887665960644</id><published>2007-04-16T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T06:14:10.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And i can't stop smiling right now but my sis understands why i'm happy heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;You can do it, because you've always put your best into all this.&lt;br /&gt;I know you can because I have faith that you will.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay there's like no connection if I put it this way but it's my logic so nevermind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But &lt;/em&gt;even if you don't, you've come so far already it's like supergood since as far as i know, it's gonna set a new record and all.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's a high possibility that you won't read this but still, all the best all the way okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;(I feel silly talking to myself)&lt;br /&gt;Back to work. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8999246887665960644?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8999246887665960644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8999246887665960644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8999246887665960644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8999246887665960644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-total-coolness.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-577982481912183546</id><published>2007-04-12T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T04:42:23.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, i haven't blogged for over a week. Just didn't have the urge to blog and everything i guess, on top of the busyness of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm finally done with Trigo test today and to say i'm superduper relieved would be an understatement. I am in fact, more than superduper relieved, because maths isn't exactly my favourite thing. Like duh right. Glad that mr kheng went through trigo with me and bock because it helped a tremendous lot for me, considering the fact that if i were to revise alone, it would have been much more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether i'll pass the test or not is another thing, but i still wanna thank God that i didn't get that 'i'm-gonna-score-second-last-in-class-again' feeling. Last night i was rather paranoid about the test today, because it's like all the factor and doubleangle formulae and stuff which i struggled so much with. Plus the fact that i got so bored of the mock test meant to prepare us for the one today that i actually dozed off in the middle of sin2x didn't comfort me very much either. I didn't even know what i was writing when i was doing the mock test cos i was drifting in and out of sleep. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night i was like i know i'm not a maths person, but i'm gonna trust God and not in my own abilities. So that helped alot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightt shall end here. Ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-577982481912183546?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/577982481912183546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=577982481912183546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/577982481912183546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/577982481912183546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok-i-havent-blogged-for-over-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8914343031198789838</id><published>2007-04-01T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T05:24:41.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know when tears start falling because you can't believe how someone can love you so much?&lt;br /&gt;Because when you've let Him down over and over, and you've looked to other things in your life over and over,  you know you don't deserve to be loved by someone so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when you are on your knees again, confessing and asking him to take control, He tells you He has forgotten how you have let Him down and reassures you that He never left your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this unconditional love that makes me want to go back to God again and again, after I've strayed away. It's because I can't imagine life without such unfailing love, despite how imperfect I've been and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8914343031198789838?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8914343031198789838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8914343031198789838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8914343031198789838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8914343031198789838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-know-when-tears-start-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-2493772321633108882</id><published>2007-03-27T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T07:08:11.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God never fails to amaze me, over and over again, with his goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Like today, I was rather stressed out in the morning cos i was kinda frustrated with myself for waking up late and not being able to finish work and all, but then He still saw me through.&lt;br /&gt;And the case of my sis's missing keys today as well.&lt;br /&gt;I need to trust him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i can somewhat quote from Tony Anthony who spoke about his conversation with Michael Wright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do you believe in a God that you cannot see?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see air, you can't see gravity as well, but you know they're there. Neither can you see magnetic force etc etc. You can't see him, &lt;u&gt;but it doesn't mean that he isn't there.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm and there's a Good Friday event at my church, Bedok bethesda tampines church (located at bedok north ave 3) next saturday at 4pm and we'll be performing! (: Please come if you can yayy (:&lt;br /&gt;So happyyyy when yahan and cat and bock told me today they can come! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who give you this sense of security when you're around them. Cat makes me feel safe haha i know it may souund weird but it's not like physically safe i think it's emotionally and mentally? Yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright shall end here, i know i always make very abrupt endings but yea. Ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-2493772321633108882?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/2493772321633108882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=2493772321633108882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2493772321633108882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2493772321633108882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-never-fails-to-amaze-me-over-and_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-4230558316321606925</id><published>2007-03-27T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T07:04:35.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God never fails to amaze me, over and over again, with his goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Like today, I was rather stressed out in the morning cos i was kinda frustrated with myself for waking up late and not being able to finish work and all, but then He still saw me through.&lt;br /&gt;And the case of my sis's missing keys today as well.&lt;br /&gt;I need to trust him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i can somewhat quote from Tony Anthony who spoke about his conversation with Michael Wright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do you believe in a God that you cannot see?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see air, you can't see gravity as well, but you know they're there. Neither can you see magnetic force etc etc. You can't see him, &lt;u&gt;but it doesn't mean that he isn't there.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm and there's a Good Friday event at my church, Bedok bethesda tampines church (located at bedok north ave 4) next saturday at 4pm and we'll be performing! (: Please come if you can yayy (:&lt;br /&gt;So happyyyy when yahan and cat and bock told me today they can come! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who give you this sense of security when you're around them. Cat makes me feel safe haha i know it may souund weird but it's not like physically safe i think it's emotionally and mentally? Yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright shall end here, i know i always make very abrupt endings but yea. Ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-4230558316321606925?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/4230558316321606925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=4230558316321606925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/4230558316321606925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/4230558316321606925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-never-fails-to-amaze-me-over-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5267449375164187164</id><published>2007-03-26T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T09:27:06.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Hearty Paws with my mum and sis just now.&lt;br /&gt;It was such a tearjerker, so please take a box of tissue with you if you're gonna watch it. It's a really nice show though, i have no idea why the cinema isn't packed (it ought to be the dog is so human like and all!) The lead actor is really talented and the way he is on the screen reminds me of Rain. Thus i conclude he is rather charming in a boyish and bigbrother manner. :)&lt;br /&gt;I think i was rather noisy like in the middle of the movie. Yea cos i got rather mad at the sadistic guy and started calling him an idiot, like ' sadistic idiot he he he... idiot idiot..' and my sis was like 'shhhhh.. ' which he isn't la but that's how i insult a character i dont like. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Like rather bad to use the word idiot right, maybe i should think of something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, i have still have five things (more actually, but nevermind) on my to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Email class to send me the scores for Blake's lamb and tiger assignment&lt;br /&gt;2. 500 word chinese character jieshao&lt;br /&gt;3. Recap DNA replication, protein synthesis&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish up the last review for the current affairs article&lt;br /&gt;5. LEP translation into bai hua wen&lt;br /&gt;Three of which i will do tmr morning when i wake up early and hopefully not doze off after thirty minutes. Heh. The last one erm, i will do as last minute as possible. No time! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony anthony's talk today was absolutely wonderful. It's so simple and penetrates through so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pok, if you're reading this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I can listen to the problems you're facing please please update me when you can k? If not i will zui wen you until you cannot tahan. Muahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok no la. Kidding (: But i'm serious about the first part heh (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i dont know how i'm ever gonna manage without jiawen to always remind me abt stuffs and to always be there for me as well. Haha yea i know very random but it's my blog wat so i just say random stuffs whenever i feel like it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm off to do work and sleep soon after yep (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5267449375164187164?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5267449375164187164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5267449375164187164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5267449375164187164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5267449375164187164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/watched-hearty-paws-with-my-mum-and-sis.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5951271938688806878</id><published>2007-03-24T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:38:16.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes you want the things that are of great significance to you to not matter anymore. You want to take them easy, let them come and go with you being totally undisturbed by them.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, you want to shift your priorities.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a matter of choice, but it's just so difficult :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I know what I am talking about when I read this post again 2 years from now. It will be really cool if I have fulfilled what I've always wanted to achieve and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched pathfinder with my mum and sis last night. I know i know i'm not 16 yet but they dont check cos i look old! -.- Ok no maybe not, i think it's becos my mum's there. Yes but it's also because I look old. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm actually 16 already right? I mean i know my birthday, which is on the 13th of June (ahem.) hasn't come yet, but i'm in the 16th year of my life. Sort of. So all sec fours should be allowed to watch already ma. Alright I don't know what i'm talking about heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gotta go back to bio :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5951271938688806878?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5951271938688806878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5951271938688806878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5951271938688806878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5951271938688806878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-you-want-things-that-are-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-2800978318783751083</id><published>2007-03-20T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T07:34:33.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite happy with my LA essay when i was writing it on the plane and all but when i typed it out again just now i was like 'ohman it's...' Then it's kinda worrying and all. Blahh. Maybe mr marcus tan will laugh at it when he reads it. But i dont care anymore la, there's still history to study for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna blog more but cannot cos got no time!&lt;br /&gt;Wait must blog about something that was quite cool. During Landscapes of the Mind today, the teacher said that she was going to split us into groups of three or four according to our classes. And bock and me were like groaningggg cos obviously we won't land in the same group. She's in 2B and i'm in 2E ma. Then what happened after that was that the teacher started reading out bock's group like, "Cherie, Yiheng, Rachel...' And i went chanting 'Angeline angeline', even though i knew it was impossible. And bock also went 'won't one la..sigh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the teacher went '... And angeline.' Then we both stared at each other like cannot believe like that hahaha. So cool right! Ohman so cool so cool. Cool si le. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i gotta go already ta tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-2800978318783751083?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/2800978318783751083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=2800978318783751083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2800978318783751083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2800978318783751083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-7604851587104259398</id><published>2007-03-20T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T09:34:47.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's all &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;lopsided.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I said, I miss you, I really meant it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-7604851587104259398?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/7604851587104259398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=7604851587104259398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7604851587104259398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7604851587104259398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-all-lopsided.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-4745077586978250718</id><published>2007-03-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:44:06.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm faced with so much work right now. &lt;br /&gt;Reached spore at around noon today. I miss the hotel room, the shopping, the coldness, the cantonese, and the goodlooking people there! But aiya can only blog later on after chem test after everything.:/ And we took loads of photos.:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw a hongkong actor in the hongkong airport today. I was like 0.0 and my sis went like 0.0x10 or something. Yea he was flying to singapore too, and he reached changi airport a short while before we did. And when we were at the security check place i suddenly saw him with those shades again at the exit and i was like pointing him out to my sis like some fanatic person. And erm, he sort of knew i guess but he disappeared after that. But it was so so cool to see him in person (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh will blog more later on! Sighh. &lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday in advance to jiawen by the way! (: Hope you read this if not i'll remind you tomorrow haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-4745077586978250718?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/4745077586978250718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=4745077586978250718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/4745077586978250718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/4745077586978250718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-faced-with-so-much-work-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1095264412958774272</id><published>2007-03-13T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:07:25.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the rate i'm going, i'm never gonna finish all my work before tomorrow's flight in the evening. Argh, can't enjoy hongkong with a carefree heart. :/ Imagine reading about hybridisation over there! Sian. :(&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching videos on youtube over, cos i've got this new love, boa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching her dance. She's a good singer as well, but it's more of her being a dancer and all that i admire. Especially those live performances. It's not very often that singers dance as well as their backup dancers, every single time. In her case, she's as good as them, if not better. I think she's always with the same troupe of dancers, so they're kinda bonded and all. Aww (:&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh Boa's my new most admired person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-obDS-8JJqo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-obDS-8JJqo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakishimeru live(: I paticularly like this one, cos there's no snipping and video editing done like those in mvs and you can see the whole dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh shall stop my video watching craze already:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1095264412958774272?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1095264412958774272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1095264412958774272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1095264412958774272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1095264412958774272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-rate-im-going-im-never-gonna-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-3174777504173171174</id><published>2007-03-09T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:24:40.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RfErHpOGzYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/D0p6OEx8wPA/s1600-h/mr+liew2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039856868328394114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RfErHpOGzYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/D0p6OEx8wPA/s320/mr+liew2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RfEmfJOGzVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lfpYD7M1iPQ/s1600-h/mr+liew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039851774497181010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RfEmfJOGzVI/AAAAAAAAAHk/lfpYD7M1iPQ/s320/mr+liew.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took two photos with him cos he went "have i taken a picture with you?" and i said "ya but i don't mind taking another one heh :D" And yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mr Liu's last day as TJ's vice principal. The secondary school that gets him as their principal is superduper fortunate because he's really one of the warmest and most caring VPs/Ps i've ever seen. &lt;s&gt;I hope he'll come back and be our principal !&lt;/s&gt; Opps heh.:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Do take care Mr Liu! Ahhhhh we'll miss you. :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-3174777504173171174?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/3174777504173171174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=3174777504173171174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/3174777504173171174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/3174777504173171174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/mr-liews-last-day-as-tjs-vice-principal.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RfErHpOGzYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/D0p6OEx8wPA/s72-c/mr+liew2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-3196303159344849935</id><published>2007-03-08T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:07:57.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;Why has it become this way?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want an overdose of independence. I didn't need an overwhelming amount of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's alright then, if you never understand what you're making me feel, what you have made us feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a trivial matter. Please dont make all of this seem like an overstatement, it's not. This is exactly how it is to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-3196303159344849935?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/3196303159344849935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=3196303159344849935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/3196303159344849935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/3196303159344849935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5953731309983246852</id><published>2007-03-06T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T07:58:35.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After botanic gardens, with all our mixed emotions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039580750403353842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RfAv_dywPPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QGK5gGtSPWU/s320/mejiawen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5953731309983246852?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5953731309983246852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5953731309983246852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5953731309983246852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5953731309983246852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/after-botanic-gardens-with-all-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RfAv_dywPPI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QGK5gGtSPWU/s72-c/mejiawen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-2826095834898882219</id><published>2007-03-05T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T06:45:34.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday nat!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're theoretically one year older than me now. :D&lt;br /&gt;You are rather used to my 'huh-ness' and lameness and all right now, and you don't really complain about it hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I will reach 16 too k! (: Thanks for cheering me up in your own way all this while. Stay happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-2826095834898882219?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/2826095834898882219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=2826095834898882219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2826095834898882219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2826095834898882219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/before-its-too-late-happy-birthday-nat.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8065588900694394743</id><published>2007-03-05T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T04:17:04.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slacking (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038343482137422626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RevKs-U0qyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5Inode7AmPM/s200/kfc.JPG" border="0" /&gt; KFC (: Where we talked about ICs and calories, together with xiu yu and claris who gladly took the photo for us. Lol. And pok said she loved her spastic smile dont know why leh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038342541539584770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RevJ2OU0qwI/AAAAAAAAAGE/h3Yi65XuMYA/s200/yum.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038343348993436434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RevKlOU0qxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/UjgELrZMEI8/s200/yum2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mmm. But not supposed to eat here. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had no lessons today for Chinese Translation. So yea, went to school to do maths and sleep then lame around and do maths again. Today was a halfday for everyone, because of good a'level results. Yep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lala i shall go watch dou yu II later on. Haha. Yea ta (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8065588900694394743?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8065588900694394743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8065588900694394743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8065588900694394743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8065588900694394743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/kfc-where-we-talked-about-ics-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RevKs-U0qyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5Inode7AmPM/s72-c/kfc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8931652785490574017</id><published>2007-03-03T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T07:20:06.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese translation droned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LA makeup flew by.&lt;br /&gt;And then, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the kind of adventures you read in storybooks.(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today became quite eventful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rainy weather added to the whole adventure feel. &lt;/em&gt;Or something like that. That's when we got to walk in the open admidst thunder and lightning. I know it doesn't sound very uncommon but at least it was to me. I was holding the umbrella when nat pointed out that the first thing that the lightning would strike would be my umbrella if it didn't strike the tree or smething. Then i believed him, and erm. I feel quite bad now because I was afraid to get electrocuted so i was quite glad that he wanted to hold it instead. Lol! So bad ah.:D Looking back i dont think we would get electrocuted just like that cos there were many others with umbrellas (or no umbrella) as well? :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we crossed roads that were seriously scary, without traffic lights. Ohman. Reminded me of the time in taiwan when all the scooters and motorbikes can just zoom past you (so lifethreatening!) when you're crossing the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea and we saw five guys (actually why am i blogging about this?) who wanted to hail a cab and they didn't have an umbrella and they were quite soaked hmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok nevermind. There's like no relevance to the whole thing heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i got to wear the super cool XL &lt;s&gt;coat&lt;/s&gt; jacket that was really super, erm, large. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looked like, a erm, oversized dress on me or something. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to continue wearing it all the way to simei mrt and then eastpoint mall even though nat says i look weird but it's alright because i dont mind hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then after dance at eastpoint I got super hyper cos of the adrenaline rush i get after dancing. I love that feeling. I think i should go for like one class every day and get the highness over and over. No i think after that i won't be hyper anymore lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright shall end here ta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8931652785490574017?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8931652785490574017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8931652785490574017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8931652785490574017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8931652785490574017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/chinese-translation-droned-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5425519185026938763</id><published>2007-03-01T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T04:15:49.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Study area :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036896918409925858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/ReanD4gVVOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DrPc0sUvKME/s200/IMGP2489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036895556905293010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/Real0ogVVNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tdcU7W6AZmw/s200/IMGP2488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036894985674642626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RealTYgVVMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SnGFXIrVhWs/s200/IMGP2486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036892760881583282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/ReajR4gVVLI/AAAAAAAAADs/fvj2ugBT2UU/s200/IMGP2484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I can't act dao:/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036890390059635858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/ReahH4gVVJI/AAAAAAAAADc/d-Cjrouz5QQ/s200/IMGP2483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036888272640758914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/ReafMogVVII/AAAAAAAAADU/OP3fZUyiHcA/s200/IMGP2481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Suddenly so sweet haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036887636985599090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/ReaenogVVHI/AAAAAAAAADM/8CeiW6fgqQE/s200/IMGP2479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036887211783836770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/ReaeO4gVVGI/AAAAAAAAADE/zIvCc8jKHgY/s200/IMGP2477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036886816646845522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/Read34gVVFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/AcLDxBiLCrQ/s200/IMGP2475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036955192526198002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/RebcD4gVVPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nT7iil9M_Jc/s200/IMGP2490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finally, with angmian (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5425519185026938763?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5425519185026938763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5425519185026938763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5425519185026938763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5425519185026938763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/study-area-i-cant-act-dao-suddenly-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/ReanD4gVVOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DrPc0sUvKME/s72-c/IMGP2489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8176247901218659431</id><published>2007-03-01T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:22:52.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went 'Yay' all of a sudden to angmian just now, but i suppose she understands my joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for making it work out.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather makes me feel like sleeping because the sound of rain on buildings and the ground sounds like a lullaby, somehow. It's cold and cosy at the same time. (i dont know how it contradicts though)&lt;br /&gt;And i really love this because i shall sleep until elective starts, which is two hours away (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this slack feeling (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8176247901218659431?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8176247901218659431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8176247901218659431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8176247901218659431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8176247901218659431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-went-yay-all-of-sudden-to-angmian.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-7585116055149580261</id><published>2007-02-28T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T04:13:17.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think if he/she ever checks his/her phone tomorrow, it'll be 10 over missed calls or something. I started calling from 8.45am man. All the way until i finished tuition at 6.30pm. I mean ya la i didn't call for three hours but then it's like after the last phone call at 6 plus i gave up already.&lt;br /&gt;Can't he/she answer the phone? So he/she had meetings the &lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt; day la? Either that or they went for breakfast or lunch for a very, very long time.&lt;br /&gt;He/she must be thinking who's this crazy person. Blahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;PICK UP THE PHONE CAN?&lt;br /&gt;The phone was engaged at one point so it may mean that the person was there making a call! Ohman.&lt;br /&gt;Or both of them just decided to take leave today huhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's no reply, i'll just take it as that and forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so disappointing i feel like a three-year-old all of a sudden because this may look like such a mediocre thing to others but i feel so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-7585116055149580261?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/7585116055149580261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=7585116055149580261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7585116055149580261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7585116055149580261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-if-heshe-ever-checks-hisher.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-7695716183313394926</id><published>2007-02-27T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:10:36.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's chinese translation was &lt;i&gt;slightly&lt;/i&gt; better than yesterday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i &lt;s&gt;couldn't&lt;/s&gt; didn't fall asleep right? You can't fall asleep if you're racking your brains trynna translate a long chinese article into english. And angmian ahh, translated super fast. She was always at least one paragraph ahead of me -.- Claris was much neater than me. Haha expected la. Anyway, towards the end of the article we didn't really care about how we were translating anymore because we wanted to hand it in asap! I said stuff like "The trend cannot be refused" which didn't really make sense so at least i took the effort to change it abit. Only for that line. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wanted to translate the title "Zui hou de yong bao" to The Last Hug or something?! Then it sounded quite funny and angmian suggested embrace instead of hug.&lt;br /&gt;Ohman my translatingg skills ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Letters from IwoJima! But according to angmian it makes you sympathise with the Japanese. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;At least a movie with some depth in its storyline would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What do you do, when you've fallen for someone you barely know&lt;br /&gt;When you can't anticipate reactions, you dont understand thoughts&lt;br /&gt;And you will never pick up from what you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you should just not carry on&lt;br /&gt;Or at least try&lt;em&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-7695716183313394926?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/7695716183313394926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=7695716183313394926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7695716183313394926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7695716183313394926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/todays-chinese-translation-was-slightly.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1774409464982589778</id><published>2007-02-26T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T05:38:15.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww zhulao shi is so nice she ends every line in her sms with a smiley face like that&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1774409464982589778?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1774409464982589778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1774409464982589778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1774409464982589778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1774409464982589778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/aww-zhulao-shi-is-so-nice-she-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-5025827911734033468</id><published>2007-02-25T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T06:47:18.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shopping spree :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed myself today with sis! Yep we finally splurged on ourselves today in a way. Haha. Went cityhall then marina square, bugis and changi airport. Bought the stuffs i've always wanted to buy! The dress :D Chose some clothes together with candy (aka sis) and yay we were both glad to get new clothes (and heels :D)  (: &lt;br /&gt;And since we went without mum we just bought what we wanted without having to account to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Like, when i saw the price of this dress i consulted my sis.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Howw should i buy it or not?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Up to you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok i'll buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, lol. We just kept saying upto you and so the whole decision making process about wanting to buy something or not was kinda hastened, until it took like a few seconds? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;And then we met mum and dad at changi airport for dinner. My sis suggested changi lol cos she liked the atmosphere there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Yay enjoyed today! Haven't gone out and shopped like this in awhile, due to all those projects and assignments. If it weren't for the history assignment due tomorrow, i would have watched Letters from Iwo Jima after dinner. Aww sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, i think i need a balance of work and play somehow. All play and no work makes me feel uneasy as well, because there's something missing and i'll feel rather slack&amp; lazy. The reverse is true, if not worse. Maybe that's why i really appreciate friday nights and weekends (without too many assignments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok have to end here ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-5025827911734033468?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/5025827911734033468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=5025827911734033468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5025827911734033468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/5025827911734033468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/shopping-spree-dd-enjoyed-myself-today_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-1629244429665532921</id><published>2007-02-24T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T20:08:48.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was trynna watch Ghost Rider last night with my eyes closed like 70% of the time -.-&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;The last time i watched a movie with an ounce of scariness was eons ago.&lt;br /&gt;And the scenes with all that scariness were rather predictable so i was able to shut my eyes just before they came. Like, silence and suspense in the movie almost usually follow with this sudden &lt;em&gt;rahhh&lt;/em&gt; plus a hideous face or something of that sort.:/&lt;br /&gt;So meaningless why must keep scaring the audience? ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-1629244429665532921?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/1629244429665532921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=1629244429665532921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1629244429665532921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/1629244429665532921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/was-trynna-watch-ghost-rider-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-533658840555740268</id><published>2007-02-21T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T06:17:31.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This girl should learn to be content.&lt;br /&gt;Where ever she is, with whatever she has, she shall make the best of what God has given her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of thinking how the past had been better (which in reality, is usually untrue) or that the future would be better, she should realise that the present is all that she has right now. Thus, nothing else can fit more appropriately into her life than the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should stop it with being a &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;lament/complain queen&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, really.&lt;br /&gt;She will learn to be an optimist and perfect the art of optimism one day.&lt;br /&gt;With God's help of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will not stop thinking of people however. The thought of them cheers her up somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-533658840555740268?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/533658840555740268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=533658840555740268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/533658840555740268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/533658840555740268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-girl-should-learn-to-be-content.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-7531356383108586857</id><published>2007-02-20T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T06:12:07.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm being very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposedly still working on differentiation topic 4. But every time i get a revelation on some question, i drop my pen and start doing slack stuffs like friendstering or blogging (like now) which takes up like, 20 minutes, after which i would feel guilty and decide to start putting the revelation into good use.&lt;br /&gt;It would result in me having advanced a step in the question after around halfan hour, which isn't very productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It repeats over, and over. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i went swimming with my dad today at bedok swimming complex yupp. Then my aunts came over and lalala bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok end this cycle alreadyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-7531356383108586857?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/7531356383108586857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=7531356383108586857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7531356383108586857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/7531356383108586857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-being-very-strange_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8354730465881296488</id><published>2007-02-15T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:19:32.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has always been the little things that mattered, at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;Subconscious actions that are second nature to people help me understand him or her better, or rather, see the sort of person they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You determine the people you love being around with when they make you feel special. You are not randomly known as &lt;i&gt;one of them&lt;/i&gt; but one of a kind. They do the smallest things, to make you feel cared for.&lt;br /&gt;They listen to you, wholeheartedly, and respect you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking about them, all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8354730465881296488?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8354730465881296488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8354730465881296488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8354730465881296488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8354730465881296488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-has-always-been-little-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-2588536895593753540</id><published>2007-02-14T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T04:16:58.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Valentine's. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt a rather cheerful and lovey mood somehow, haha. Think everyone got lotsa chocolates and cookies so it sorta made the day seem sweeter.:D Lessons were as usual, but i doubt most had the mood to study anyway, what with being in our home clothes and distributing gifts and all. AP/GP test was as per normal of course :/ And it was well, i shan't talk about it. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with bock and cat after school to tampines mall. Mm it's been eons since the three of us lamed together and all (: Missed that sort of comfort with them, and the way i could just say anything i wanted, and the way we enjoyed our crappiness and lameness. They ate a late lunch at the food court, and then we went to buy cat's waterbottle. Got an adidas one, and then suddenly our eyes sparkled (lol) and we decided to buy three of the same kind! (: Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy. Took mrt back to &lt;s&gt;tanah merah&lt;/s&gt; bedok at around 6 plus and ohman no.14 at the bus interchange took more than half an hour man! Super duper longggggggggggggggggggg. And my bag felt so heavy with my tablet somemore, it was like -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather nice today.(: Ahh but still got differentiation and protein synthesis to do!!!! :/ Sighh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-2588536895593753540?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/2588536895593753540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=2588536895593753540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2588536895593753540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/2588536895593753540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8028808929780344246</id><published>2007-02-11T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T06:15:34.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You are the voice that called the universe to be&lt;br /&gt;You are the whisper in my heart that speaks to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8028808929780344246?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8028808929780344246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8028808929780344246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8028808929780344246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8028808929780344246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-are-voice-called-universe-to-be-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-8189799795279310359</id><published>2007-02-11T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T06:16:09.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to pok for walking with me to tanah merah mrt on friday. Yep i deliberately wanted to not take a bus so that i could have more time to talk to her.:) HAHA. Poor her, happy me.:D She had to walk for 30 minutes together with me. But anyhow she actually found it fun lol. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt much better after the walk, and even though it was physically tiring (heavy bag and tablet) i was emotionally rejuvenated! (: I wanted to go visit her popo with her. Aiyo then she went 'dont be lame la!'&lt;br /&gt;What? Ren jia hao xin cannot meh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy. Yay! Thanks pok for going 'mm-ing' and 'ehm-ing' as i rattled on and on, and on - for half an hour. Hehh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a midnight show on friday, and reached home at around 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e153/xblissx2/once-in-a-summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once in a summer&lt;/i&gt; is so touching and sad at the same time my mum and i cried throughout hahaha. Um my sis is always the more immune-to-sadness-in-movies kind, so she just felt sad but she didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do a mini review on it the moment i got home because i was still thinking about it but it was already 3plus and i had to go to sleep heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in Korean but there are chinese and english subtitles. We entered the theatre assuming that it would be another sappy love story (the typical kind) To my pleasant surprise, it was not. It had many undertones to it, and my mum pointed out that Korean scripts always seem to have multiple layers to the story, compared to Tawaniese scripts. They are the kind of movies when you think back about them the next day, you find yourself discovering something new about them that you didn't realise at the point of watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I particularly liked the part when the two leads were arrested by the police in Seoul (argh i hate those police!). The male lead denied knowing her, because she was North Korean and he did not want to be accused of being a North Korean spy. It meant torture and a death sentence. She was horrified, and hurt by the fact that someone she loved so much could deny her completely, even though he apparently loved her as much too. Both of them were crying in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, she told the police that she didn't know him as well, in order to save him from being tortured together with her.&lt;br /&gt;The police went "You're digging your own grave!"&lt;br /&gt;She replied "No, no I only saw him a few times in town, really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an irony how the guy had been promising her from the very beginning, that he would be by her side until the very last moment of his life. It was as if by promising her he would feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, the girl, always silent, always smiling despite her fears and her tears, would be the one who selflessly sacrificed for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story that speaks volumes about the two characters.&lt;br /&gt;The male lead is quite an eye-candy by the way. The girl looks angelic in her simplicity as well. She's not stunning though. I suppose she was chosen for the role because they wanted to exhibit her beauty through the character she was portraying, not just her appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies with deep storylines make me appreciate them very much, because you can keep thinking about them over and yet not fully understand every single part of the movie. The actions and emotions are portrayed with so much depth. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gotta go already ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-8189799795279310359?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/8189799795279310359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=8189799795279310359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8189799795279310359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/8189799795279310359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-lighter-note-im-thankful-to-pok-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-117094676029900333</id><published>2007-02-08T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:01:39.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is going to sound really frustrating because I'm finally venting it all out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions all tangled up together.&lt;br /&gt;All those frustrations, fear, the sense of insecurity, pride hindering me from admitting all of those, and the sudden need to adjust to everything in the recent weeks, especially at home.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, it was like after school today that the little things built up to remind me of those insecurities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please dont say things like "huh you dont know what's control station ah? huh how can you not know?" Repeat. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;For goodness' sake I really didn't know. I can't help it and i didn't want it to happen. I'm already very frustrated and pissed off with myself as it is, so you didn't have to make matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i think i'm really really dumb stupid idiotic slow whatever as it is, so you didn't have to remind me. I'm not that stupid to not realise that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, dont assume you can keep throwing words like dumb and stupid on people who are already convinced by the people around them that they really are and think that they have become immune to it. Because negative words, regardless of the context they are in, are powerful enough to pull people down. Which isn't very helpful, if you didn't realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont assume that I love it extremely much when i find getting to somewhere on my own a sense of accomplishment and people have that 'but it's such a common thing' on their faces. Cos i hate it more than anything else in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it man.&lt;br /&gt;Stop tearing la. &lt;br /&gt;This is so idiotic man.Broke my nail today somemore and dropped my ezlink card on the road. &lt;br /&gt;Argh. So irritating! &lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO FRUST MAN. AHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-117094676029900333?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/117094676029900333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=117094676029900333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117094676029900333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117094676029900333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-going-to-sound-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-117085351976012167</id><published>2007-02-07T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T05:12:03.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from my first math tuition at mr kheng's (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm all in all I must say it was very good. Learnt alot, clarified a great deal too. Yay! (: &lt;br /&gt;He's teaching this ip guy from hwachong too. And, since we were both in sec4, he was like "you wanna combine with him?" and i was like O.O 'NO'. Haha. He's learning binomial theorem already :/ Yea smart people. Imagine if i were to be tutored together with him, he'll be so amazed at my inability to catch up that he'll question my intellience altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today was an ok day blah blah won't say much here and i don't feel like saying anything either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the courtesy thing is really important. Like, even though you seriously are bored and sianned about the whole topic the presenter is gonna speak on, at the very least try to sleep with your eyes open, not start talking or something. Like, imagine if you were speaking up there and your audience was talking as though you were invisible. Think of your oral presentations! The whole class is talking away and nobody is listening to you, which is worse than them stoning but looking as though they are paying attention. It'll be super paiseh and awkward right. You don't know if you should carry on talking to thin air or not. :/&lt;br /&gt;So i dont really understand why people would put others in such a situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I shall embark on maths with a new zest! Haa. Yeaa. At least try (: &lt;br /&gt;Alright shall make full use of my time already, ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-117085351976012167?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/117085351976012167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=117085351976012167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117085351976012167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117085351976012167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-came-back-from-my-first-math.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-117077441626683721</id><published>2007-02-06T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T07:06:56.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rushing out two presentations in one night is possible.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it really is. (no sarcasm k!) Since we've split the work and the slides it should be possible, with me sleeping early at the same time. (at least before 1am)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-117077441626683721?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/117077441626683721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=117077441626683721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117077441626683721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117077441626683721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/rushing-out-two-presentations-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-117055378873361957</id><published>2007-02-04T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T17:51:39.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should just stop thinking that we're only studying one subject, and thus, we're only working on assignments and projects from that one subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-117055378873361957?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/117055378873361957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=117055378873361957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117055378873361957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117055378873361957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/everyone-should-just-stop-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-117051312334878923</id><published>2007-02-03T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T06:32:03.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Filming today was really tiring but fun (: Lotsa laughter, with words like mianymianymian and wenywenywen stuck to my head. Haha((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's still the load of ss and chemistry to finish. Ah sigh. This feels as though it's never-ending.:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit to the old folks' home today made me rather thoughtful. &lt;br /&gt;I would never want to be put into an old folks' home, not even if it meant frequent visits from well meaning people, if my family members were not around. I don't know, it's just that, I don't think i would want to stay there. &lt;br /&gt;But it was rather meaningful as well. So like, a mix of two kinds of emotions. Yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the visit went century square with bock pok claris xiuyu fiona to have lunch. Mm wanted to shop around with bock for her new year clothes but had to leave for project meeting at 1pm. Yep, thenthen pok took the train with me to simei mrt and when i alighted i didn't know how to get to jiawen's house from there. Lol. Then jiawen was having piano ma, and i called yanting instead loll. Yep managed to get there in the end :DDDDDDDDDDDD &lt;i&gt;by myself&lt;/i&gt;!:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got past the security guards into the condo! :D Settled down at some table and bench to work on the script. Mm it feels weird using the tablet at the busstop or even on the bus, so i could work better with more privacy in jiawen's condo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all i spent like 8 hours at jiawen's place. Wah until i felt attatched to her house alrdy lol. &lt;br /&gt;Going back there to do filming again tomorrow. Yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a magic wand to &lt;em&gt;ding&lt;/em&gt; my workload away.:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-117051312334878923?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/117051312334878923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=117051312334878923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117051312334878923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117051312334878923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/filming-today-was-really-tiring-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-117042831751756992</id><published>2007-02-02T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T07:01:32.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Overslept just now. Intended to sleep from 5.45pm to 7pm to catch the show, but when i woke up it was 5 minutes to &lt;i&gt;nine&lt;/i&gt; already! And my mum and sis weren't back yet, and i was all alone at home, so there was noone to wake me up except for my handphone. Which i ignored. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i would have continued to sleep if this guy from the gate didn't shout something about doing a survey. I was sleeping on the sofa you see. So he must have shouted SUPER loudly and persistently to wake me up. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;But i said not today and he was like kinda disappointed and frustrated la ya. But i just woke up and i haven't regained all my senses yet so i couldn't imagine talking to him in a sane way. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that if you look at things with more optimism it really helps to reduce those moodswings. ((: Yepp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would always be this handful of people whose company you genuinely enjoy, and you look forward to. Somehow they make you feel really comfortable when you're with them, and you feel rather happy as well. &lt;br /&gt;I miss such companyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. The weekends are gonna be super occupied. Yep. Shall end here, ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-117042831751756992?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/117042831751756992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=117042831751756992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117042831751756992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117042831751756992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/overslept-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-117034446154307557</id><published>2007-02-01T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T07:41:02.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! I'm finally done with the lamb and tyger assignment! :D &lt;br /&gt;Took me around two hours, but still managed to complete it in the end(: &lt;br /&gt;I think the fact that it was about God helped a great deal. Yea! When i was writing out my answers it felt like i was praising God. &lt;br /&gt;Mm i'm glad the poem was penned by William Blake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can go sleep now! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-117034446154307557?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/117034446154307557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=117034446154307557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117034446154307557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117034446154307557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/yay-im-finally-done-with-lamb-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-117033629170124330</id><published>2007-02-01T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T05:25:43.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know this is almost a classic already.&lt;br /&gt;But the lyrics are still my favourite all the same. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok get back to lang arts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-117033629170124330?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/117033629170124330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=117033629170124330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117033629170124330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117033629170124330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-dont-want-another-pretty-face-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-117033506398014728</id><published>2007-02-01T21:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T05:06:18.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Physics seems so distant right now. When i heard about the solar cooker thing (something about water right?) in the morning, I was kinda fascinated haha. But oh well. I'm like totally not cut out for physics one so too bad. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt kinda sianed in the morning :/ I don't know why. I think it's the emo wave. After that got better though, thank God. Ah i hate those mood swings. How on earth do you find emo-ing cool? It just feels bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were abnormally dry today. Had to take off my contacts as soon as I got home. And during LEP, my eyelids were quite heavy. I truly think it's the contacts, not my drowsiness ok. :D Haha. But when lin laoshi stopped talking about poems and started briefing us on our trip to China in May, it was like, i was immediately energized. :D Lol. Mm but we have to prepare quite a handful of performances for the students over there. Yayy i think it's gonna be quite fun :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes people should fall silent for awhile to hear the people around them. Not everything is audible, and it takes effort to realise that.&lt;br /&gt;I think some would never find out then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howw. I need a dose of favourite people!&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-117033506398014728?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/117033506398014728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=117033506398014728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117033506398014728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117033506398014728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/02/hmm_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10318236.post-117023395619958676</id><published>2007-01-31T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:06:36.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ate at the opposite hawker centre for lunch today. Jiawen and I chose a table with six seats, lol. Then after i bought my food and jiawen went to buy hers, three guys, like grown adults asked if there were three seats free. And i like, stared at them blankly and went 'ya' and when they asked if they could sit i said ya oso. -_- As in, i don't know leh, i forgot how awkward it would be and i dont know if it's quite bad if i dont let them sit oso ://&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then faye and sophia were like passing by and asking if the seats were free until the guys were about to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia (to me) : Who are you sitting with?&lt;br /&gt;One of the guys : Three handsome guys.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so ?! la.&lt;br /&gt;But after jiawen came back it was better. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about our own stuff and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Have to do langarts. Yep. Ta (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10318236-117023395619958676?l=xblissx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/feeds/117023395619958676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10318236&amp;postID=117023395619958676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117023395619958676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10318236/posts/default/117023395619958676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xblissx.blogspot.com/2007/01/ate-at-opposite-hawker-centre-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00462055434382106476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kRxEtAyQ-8I/SzjG1YH7ryI/AAAAAAAAAlI/2vsNRcFIRXY/S220/5620_206501970639_829140639_7579477_2581983_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
