<?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-19683550</id><updated>2011-07-31T14:33:44.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_ fiona</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>653</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-6321195910373179018</id><published>2009-09-20T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:34:27.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blop blop &gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fionaxyl.onsugar.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fiona on sugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-6321195910373179018?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/6321195910373179018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=6321195910373179018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6321195910373179018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6321195910373179018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/09/fiona-on-sugar.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-5102593021433445553</id><published>2009-07-06T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:35:01.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://xx-bygonedays.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-5102593021433445553?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/5102593021433445553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=5102593021433445553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5102593021433445553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5102593021433445553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/07/httpxx-bygonedays.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-6585479459594328604</id><published>2009-07-05T18:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:02:20.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I promised a dinner talk with my dear classmate. But right now, I am tired of everything – work, work and more work, tired to the extent I want to skip school tomorrow. I haven't skip a single lesson since poly started, other than the MIEC tutorial I was late for and I didn't mean to miss it. Oh wait, secondary/JC students have no school tomorrow because of youth day. I think I am a youth too. So should I skip class tomorrow? Tomorrow's a damn shit long day, how?&lt;br /&gt;Someone please lock me up at home, to prevent me from spending anymore money. ): craving for icecream waffles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-6585479459594328604?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/6585479459594328604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=6585479459594328604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6585479459594328604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6585479459594328604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-promised-dinner-talk-with-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-3939967544130835146</id><published>2009-07-04T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:42:15.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so frustrated now, because of one stupid project, hate it hate it hate it hate it hate it to the max. Reading all the maps can really go crazy. Okay, maybe it's just that I am very disorganized, that's why I am currently facing three internet explorers with over 30 tabs. And why my ass is burning off looking for the right webpage. Woohooooooo, fmm &amp;amp; itr roxmuaisox. ): Bye suckaz, looking forward to sending you away on 17 july. (which reminds me of Bstats test 2 on 15 july, argh damn it shizz I haven't start on any tutorials)&lt;br /&gt;Today's a damn hot day, bledy. ): sweating shitz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-3939967544130835146?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/3939967544130835146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=3939967544130835146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3939967544130835146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3939967544130835146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-frustrated-now-because-of-one.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-4250015030712971582</id><published>2009-07-04T01:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:21:25.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week, such a crazy week, lucky it ended fast.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's the best, 2 hours and 40 minutes late for school, cause I overslept, switched off the alarm, rejected a call and read messages unknowingly, I guess my hand wasn't thinking with my mind. So all I did for the day was, an hour of bcomm class, school ended, traveled down to Holland V with bean, amanda, jiayi and fool for icecream! And I missed the entire miec tutorial, didn't get back my miec paper and I have to find out with a new miec tutor I don't know who when to do a makeup session. Thursday was uniform day and when all the cool stuff happened, and today gym my ass off, my first time the entire module I ran on the threadmill, ran as in serious running, turning white &amp;amp; panting ass off, woohooo, I am going to get back my stamina, then went for basketball and dinner with mates. And that's my week one after june break. I am so wasted. Hah, now I am thinking of joining volleyball, :D and craving for icecream. Uh huh, hmm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A surprise on Tuesday during ITR lecture,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5LX4aMIcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LLv7ERbRTuY/s1600-h/WINNER+OF+27JUNE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354299880641405378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5LX4aMIcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LLv7ERbRTuY/s320/WINNER+OF+27JUNE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Green icecream day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5Iro-qhRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZEnz1u38Jxg/s1600-h/Photo933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354296921561924882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5Iro-qhRI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ZEnz1u38Jxg/s320/Photo933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5JSH5oqBI/AAAAAAAAARA/IkSulTkn1Oc/s1600-h/ICECREAM+LOVERS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354297582697359378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5JSH5oqBI/AAAAAAAAARA/IkSulTkn1Oc/s320/ICECREAM+LOVERS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uniform day! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5Ir16c28I/AAAAAAAAAQo/GM2ziTOF9mA/s1600-h/Uniform+day!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354296925033913282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5Ir16c28I/AAAAAAAAAQo/GM2ziTOF9mA/s320/Uniform+day!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5IsCiGtqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Lw4FoeHzVYs/s1600-h/BUN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354296928421459618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5IsCiGtqI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Lw4FoeHzVYs/s320/BUN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk7mshIvpKI/AAAAAAAAARY/qJYVsegHggM/s1600-h/BEAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk7mshIvpKI/AAAAAAAAARY/qJYVsegHggM/s320/BEAN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354470659473777826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp;, Looking forward to 16 July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5IrWp-JbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/T6HSTRGyC3s/s1600-h/LG+Arena+KM900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354296916643292594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5IrWp-JbI/AAAAAAAAAQY/T6HSTRGyC3s/s320/LG+Arena+KM900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-4250015030712971582?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/4250015030712971582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=4250015030712971582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4250015030712971582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4250015030712971582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-week-such-crazy-week-lucky-it.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sk5LX4aMIcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/LLv7ERbRTuY/s72-c/WINNER+OF+27JUNE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-863546745741413516</id><published>2009-06-30T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:27:17.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHA NUFFNANG ROCKS MY SOCKS. I AM GOING TO GET A NEW PHONE IN JULY AND NOT TILL YEAR 2010. LIFE'S SOOOO GOOD. WOOHOOO. HOW LUCKY CAN I BE. GOGOGOOO, EVERYONE! GO CLICK ON THE NUFFNANG-LG AD ON THE LEFT AND DOWNLOAD THE 3D WIDGET AND GET A CHANCE TO WIN THIS CUTIE PIE ARENA PHONE. JULYYYYYYYY! :D THANKS JASON MRAZ FOR THE SONG, I FEEL SO LUCKY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIAYI, CHERYL, JINFENG, KELVIN. LOVE IS IN THE AIR HAHAAA. :D&lt;br /&gt;WISH TO GET LG GD900 CRYSTAL THOUGH HAHAA, BUT NEVERMIND, I AM OWNING THIS OTHER PRETTY PHONE. ARENANANAANANANANANANAAAAAAAA! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-863546745741413516?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/863546745741413516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=863546745741413516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/863546745741413516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/863546745741413516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/hahahahahaha-nuffnang-rocks-my-socks.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-4690321461115052644</id><published>2009-06-30T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:52:45.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home, is never the place to study, do tutorials, be a good student and gym off all the workload. Oh maybe it's never MY place to study. Such beautiful distractions. I let sissy to have the room to do her homework while I adjust myself constantly on this damn sofa seat to prevent my backaches from coming back, and happily she's on the computer playing mafia. My parents watched tv in the living room, knowing clearly I am on this damn sofa seat trying my best to focus on my work. My mom shouting across the entire house to get me do something for her, or you call that be her maid. The continuous nagging I hear for seventeen years, don't tell me to get used to it. Frequent phone calls from dad and mom when they are working, fgs can't they just concentrate on their work, I hate moving around this damn sofa seat just to reach out for the damn phone and listen to a wholeload junktruck of useless shit and I freaking hate the sound of ringing phones it's goddammit annoying and deafening. Sissy making use of me to get her things done and mine undone. Now you see why I'm here blogging, instead of working on my Hokkaido. Damn it. I think I will move out if I have the chance. Hokkaido, here I conquer you. We little red dot are going to eat you up mwahahaha, you little red dot on a piece of white. Oops. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken promise, I am sorry sorry. I shouldn't have made that promise, I am dumb that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-4690321461115052644?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/4690321461115052644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=4690321461115052644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4690321461115052644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4690321461115052644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/home-is-never-place-to-study-do.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-2038375396548900894</id><published>2009-06-29T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:05:23.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you know you only had one day to live, what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-2038375396548900894?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/2038375396548900894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=2038375396548900894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2038375396548900894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2038375396548900894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-know-you-only-had-one-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-4902419835352689697</id><published>2009-06-28T02:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T03:03:00.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What were on my holiday list:&lt;br /&gt;BA Goal camp&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with birdies &amp;amp; dinner with msb&lt;br /&gt;Alumni band practices&lt;br /&gt;Town with Beanie&lt;br /&gt;River Fest w/ Yping, Beanie, Jiayi, Foohou, Gabriel, Sheena, Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet at CRS (PR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof! Today's the last day of term break. I'm dreading this, damn it. I swear, I solemnly swear, I have not touch a single shit from MeL, project's not even quarter-done and having to find out that I have bstats test II two weeks later on topics not taught yet? Just shoot me, seriously. I am a poke in learning and take ten years to absorb a topic. Here, my last words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transformers, please drag me to hell - land of the lost, I love you man, I'd dance subaru with hannah montana all night at the museum just for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I am addicted to coffee. I need a cup now to drive me on. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-4902419835352689697?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/4902419835352689697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=4902419835352689697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4902419835352689697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4902419835352689697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-were-on-my-holiday-list-ba-goal.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-9083370655308107024</id><published>2009-06-23T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:12:31.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes little things make me happy, happy happy happy, (:&lt;br /&gt;And today's gonna be a happy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-9083370655308107024?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/9083370655308107024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=9083370655308107024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9083370655308107024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9083370655308107024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-little-things-make-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-3943081035598735900</id><published>2009-06-22T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T02:36:26.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss every one of you dearly ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4two, cmb, wonder four, birdies, bro &amp;amp; banana, TR02.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holidays, I wish for a longer holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-3943081035598735900?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/3943081035598735900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=3943081035598735900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3943081035598735900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3943081035598735900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-every-one-of-you-dearly-4two-cmb.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-815833594925423798</id><published>2009-06-18T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:19:27.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Packed. My 2-weeks holidays, so packed. Everyday's a busy day. I don't think I can make anymore time for my secondary school friends. Sorry my dear, but I will try to push all those junk away for you girls. Looking forward to the Eighth, River Fest, and meeting up with Esther &amp;amp; everyone else. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-815833594925423798?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/815833594925423798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=815833594925423798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/815833594925423798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/815833594925423798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/packed.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-618776665409533355</id><published>2009-06-11T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:59:21.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Serene, Zandra &amp;amp; other birds, I'm sorry but I have to cancel our date on Friday 'cos I am having a bloody statistics tutorial after my common test. ):&lt;br /&gt;Such a let-down. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-618776665409533355?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/618776665409533355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=618776665409533355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/618776665409533355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/618776665409533355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-serene-zandra-other-birds-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-7889630498628924725</id><published>2009-06-08T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:54:54.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Si0WSgF3XsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7WLEqs4NuTI/s1600-h/samsung_ultra-touch-s8300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344952839866638018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Si0WSgF3XsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7WLEqs4NuTI/s320/samsung_ultra-touch-s8300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMSUNG ULTRA TOUCH, GRRRRRRRRRRR &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;MY DREAM PHONE HE'S GOT IT. RED ONE SOMEMORE.&lt;br /&gt;NOT PRETTY MEH?! I TOLD MY DAD ABOUT THIS THINGUM, HE SAYS IT LOOKS DAMN PLASTIC VERY UGLY, WTSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;SRY MY GRAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEEDA SAVE MONEY FOR MANY THINGS, INCLUDING THIS. (:&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD LANGUAGE I USED TODAY, SRY SRY AHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-7889630498628924725?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/7889630498628924725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=7889630498628924725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7889630498628924725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7889630498628924725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Si0WSgF3XsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7WLEqs4NuTI/s72-c/samsung_ultra-touch-s8300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-3662710158137034548</id><published>2009-06-08T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:44:21.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am duper happy now, just because I met 11:11 twice today. All you guys should know by now, I have a thing for 11:11, everytime I see it, it makes me :) oh gosh oh yay oh wow. Heeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-3662710158137034548?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/3662710158137034548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=3662710158137034548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3662710158137034548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3662710158137034548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-gosh-i-am-duper-happy-now-just.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-5257829557664114734</id><published>2009-06-07T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T00:42:17.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found volunteer to give me morning calls. Yay. I need that, seriously. My phone's alarm clock doesn't work for me, cause I always press the 'alarm off' button instead 'snooze', that's why I can wake up panicky while people are already dozing off in the lecture hall. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather's quite bad recently. Every day's a hot, sweaty, &lt;em&gt;help me I'm melting&lt;/em&gt; day. Bad weather = poor health = no mood = bad temper = everyone getting upset. Sorry I kept everyone worried. ME ISHH HAPPY GIRL NOW. Let's pretend there's no common test tomorrow hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about mood changes, I just pissed an annoying friend off recently because of a stupid thing I said. He was telling everyone a rather cold joke, not funny at all, and all he got back was the awkward silence, so I tried my 'standard line', &lt;i&gt;okay wait, this is quite funny, ha ha ha&lt;/i&gt;, everyone responded to this, but he got freaky mad at me, which made me really lol in my stomach. Haaa. Me ishh such a W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on Saturday, Sunday, wish me a winner weekend ahead.&lt;br /&gt;After common tests, after work on weekends, after camp, gonna party like a rockstar!!!!! Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;Prata tomorrow! :) my sugar boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-5257829557664114734?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/5257829557664114734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=5257829557664114734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5257829557664114734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5257829557664114734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-found-volunteer-to-give-me-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-392008688748918003</id><published>2009-06-04T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:03:01.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wait for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-392008688748918003?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/392008688748918003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=392008688748918003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/392008688748918003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/392008688748918003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/wait-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-3320774564544394245</id><published>2009-06-02T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:48:51.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Common tests, tutorials, notes, practices, work, relationships, sorethroat, fatigue, these few days have been quite crazy for me. I can't catch up with work since I spent most of my time thinking and thinking. I don't feel like going anywhere. I feel like spending time on my own all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty. I can't find anyone I can really tell my problems to. Sorry I haven't been using the right tone, sorry if I flare up, sorry if I get impatient. I haven't been myself these days. Not again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-3320774564544394245?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/3320774564544394245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=3320774564544394245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3320774564544394245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3320774564544394245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-so-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-3292345185670403804</id><published>2009-05-30T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:36:48.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a playful stomach and a naughty throat right now. No medicine works on me. I am going to go through the annual thing again - getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep. Reached home at 3am and slept at 4am. That's why I couldn't wake up this morning for a proper lunch with the clarinetists before alumni band prac. Working again on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next attack, BSTATS!!!!! I own you.&lt;br /&gt;I know I am going to regret this, but then I don't really care for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-3292345185670403804?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/3292345185670403804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=3292345185670403804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3292345185670403804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3292345185670403804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-having-playful-stomach-and-naughty.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-7634336078356340519</id><published>2009-05-26T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:06:41.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate e-learning week. It sucks. Double the tutorials, quizzes, projects to settle, I rather have the usual lectures and tutorial sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna wake up damn shit goldilocks early tomorrow for make-up practical. This is so loserish. Waking up early in the morning always makes me feel like vomiting. I have a really playful stomach recently I don't know why it's like this. Everyday I feel like throwing up and I feel my heart thumping against my diaphragm. Sometimes my stomach goes rioting, making me forgo my important meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a weird day. I hurt my left knee I don't know how. I think I need CA+, TBC and some JiXiangPaiLuYou ahahaha. I don't wanna be seen limping around tomorrow, I have to pretend grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lost its feelers hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-7634336078356340519?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/7634336078356340519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=7634336078356340519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7634336078356340519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7634336078356340519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-e-learning-week.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-3723785497391613945</id><published>2009-05-26T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:53:02.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Satisfaction. From work. Sometimes I hate my job so much I feel like quitting it, but then there are times I enjoyed myself throughout the five hours. Seeing my guests smile so happy brightens up my day, really. I think I did well today. Lesson learnt, quality comes first, not speed. My partner rulezxsz. And my first truly successful deboned fish yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a huge cockroach in the house now, and I am deciding whether I should go catch it. Cause I don't want it to crawl all over me while I sleep, but I feel like a lazy ass now I don't feel like getting up from the sofa to catch this lousy can't-fly-for-nuts brown shit that is two metres away from me, hahahaa. Little things amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mars bar. God do I love RTC people. Yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the cockroach hahahahaa, it kind of distracted me while I typed. A funny cockroach, it struggled like a tortoise, serious! Okay, now, go on thinking I'm gross or something. But since young, I was trained to catch cockroaches and torture them hahaha. I miss my god family and my three nieces, I feel like going back JB to see them. Fioni!!!!!! HAHA. My niece was named after me. I am super hyper today I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden, I feel like buying daisies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-3723785497391613945?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/3723785497391613945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=3723785497391613945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3723785497391613945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3723785497391613945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/satisfaction.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-619045110804173042</id><published>2009-05-25T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T01:45:04.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA I AM ACTUALLY EXCITED ABOUT MY GOING-TO-DROP-OFF LITTLE TOE NAIL. I THINK IT'S FROM THE TWO TIMES I ACCIDENTALLY KICKED IT AND IT BLED LIKE CRAZY. DAMN FUNNY. IT LOOKS LIKE IT NEEDS A REFILL NAIL. ZOMGGGGG THIS IS DAMN RETARDED BUT I LIKE IT. :D WANNA WATCH ANGELS &amp; DEMONS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-619045110804173042?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/619045110804173042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=619045110804173042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/619045110804173042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/619045110804173042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/hahaha-i-am-actually-excited-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-2351196308196157417</id><published>2009-05-24T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:27:58.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should start doing what I need to do, instead of doing what I want to do. I hate economics and mice management, boring and very dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden, feel like drinking milk, lololol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-2351196308196157417?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/2351196308196157417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=2351196308196157417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2351196308196157417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2351196308196157417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-should-start-doing-what-i-need-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-8256254597725728100</id><published>2009-05-23T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T01:47:06.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need proper food. I haven't been taking my regulars meals lately, not that I don't want to. I just had no time to eat. See me hugging my lappy rushing my tutorials while eating a piece of swiss roll in the morning, or find me lying in bed in late evenings lifeless. For the first time ever, I felt so weak physically. I feel like throwing up, but my stomach's empty for that. I get stomach cramps I can't do anything to stop it. I feel so apologetic to my stomach I wish it would forgive me someday. I had a piece of cake for breakfast, skipped lunch for CATS and dinner for work. Consuming soy bean curd right now is doing me no good either, for my digestive system refused to work up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was fun, I got a good partner, and neighbours. But there's this table of guests I felt like slapping seriously. A bunch of hardcore drinkers, asking for beers and more beers, every now and then. Not just asking, but rushing me for beers, while I was portioning their yam ring, shark fin soup, veggies, every single course served. So beer is more important than your meal huh. I was quite pissed off 'cause I was damn hungry already and I had two other tables to settle. Stupid lao teekos.&lt;br /&gt;Working again tomorrow evening after alumni band practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random guy made up my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-8256254597725728100?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/8256254597725728100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=8256254597725728100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8256254597725728100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8256254597725728100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-proper-food.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-6883185303556492012</id><published>2009-05-20T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:31:40.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like to go shopping alone when I am down. I grab whatever that catches my eyes off the rack, and struggle my way to the fitting room. Then get out of the shop feeling really satisfied. Like today, I enjoyed myself totally, though I was by my own. It's like I don't have to care about anybody, or give that attitude face to poor friend who goes shopping with me. I can stand in the fitting room, smiling like an idiot for all I care. I planned to get home to rest after school so I can wake up again in the late evening to study all the topics I learnt for the past month. But then, temptation got the better of me. HEEEEEEE. I almost got myself five other pieces. I feel like I am drunk when I go shopping on a sad sunny day. I am feeling so much better now, I am going back next week to get back those few pieces. Going out again later.&lt;br /&gt;Motivation comes only after I lost motivation. Why?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-6883185303556492012?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/6883185303556492012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=6883185303556492012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6883185303556492012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6883185303556492012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-to-go-shopping-aloone-when-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-8751652052432893793</id><published>2009-05-20T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:08:29.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to break down again, soon. I feel so, so, so, very wrong. I've screwed my everyday. I feel like dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who says poly life's damn slack, it's worse okay, I have projects every week, just shoot me upside down. I feel like I haven't sleep for ages, I am going to die in tutorial tomorrow, not that I wish to. I am not going to be late tomorrow, I am not going to be late on the third dayof the week, I shall not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodnight world, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-8751652052432893793?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/8751652052432893793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=8751652052432893793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8751652052432893793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8751652052432893793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/going-to-break-down-again-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-9202431647906001425</id><published>2009-05-19T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:32:11.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must be crazy. Adding more and more workload into my schedule. Going for alumni practice on Saturday afternoons. Working RTC on both Friday and Saturday. Result in sleeping in on Sunday. No wonder my weekend disappears so fast. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I miss secondary 4. Shannon Lee, I miss him. He's like four years in secondary school, one of the best partners. In poly, I have nobody to lame around with in class, nobody to help me with school work, nobody to keep me awake during lectures, nobody to help me feel motivated. I miss Esther TSX. I really miss talking to her, and all my other girls. How I wish everyone was in poly, same class again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-9202431647906001425?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/9202431647906001425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=9202431647906001425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9202431647906001425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9202431647906001425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-must-be-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-8316405220113488512</id><published>2009-05-17T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:00:05.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's quite scary time flies so fast,</title><content type='html'>I felt bad that my friday and saturday ended that way. Too fast.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore History Museum, gym, met my birds, alumni band practice, RTC with duck, slept late. Right now, I am still on my first tutorial, how I die the next week thou shalt see. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-8316405220113488512?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/8316405220113488512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=8316405220113488512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8316405220113488512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8316405220113488512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-quite-scary-time-flies-so-fast.html' title='it&apos;s quite scary time flies so fast,'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-7040430265001200499</id><published>2009-05-14T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:59:09.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>treated like junk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-7040430265001200499?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/7040430265001200499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=7040430265001200499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7040430265001200499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7040430265001200499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/treated-like-junk.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-2293493069733858214</id><published>2009-05-14T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:01:00.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so horrible. I have been spending a lot of money on food lately. I think my body weight percentage will increase and I will fail my S&amp;amp;W module and get kick out of school hahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;Still craving for subway cookies, green tea soya bean curd, caramel frappucino, McSpicy, ice cream, cheese prata, Kinder Bueno white, sour gummies, banana milkshake, Snickers, sausage waffle, peach tea, swensons, buffet, seafood, hotdog buns with mustard, tako balls, baked rice, mayonnaise, satay, bak kwa, cha siew wanton mee, so many penny wendy sandy! Also, going to watch Angels &amp;amp; Demons soon, nong time no movies. So much more, grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Working on Saturday after alumni band prac, I miss rtc money seriously. $38.50 soon!!!!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-2293493069733858214?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/2293493069733858214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=2293493069733858214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2293493069733858214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2293493069733858214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-so-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-7631063607071531949</id><published>2009-05-13T01:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:07:19.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAVEN'T BLOG A PROPER POST FOR A LONG TIME. I HAD NO TIME TO DO SO. FEELING COLD, TIRED AND HUNGRY. I GUESS THAT'S WHAT I AM FEELING THESE FEW DAYS. I AM GOING TO SLEEP AND STOP THINKING ABOUT ECONS AND FOOD. AND HOPEFULLY I DON'T WAKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT CRAVING FOR ICECREAM, PUFFS, APPLE STRUDEL, CHICKEN RICE, LORMEE, ETC, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY WAS SERIOUSLY HORRIBLE, I DIED DURING LECTURES, FACE FLAT ON LAPTOP, BUT THE LECTURER'S VOICE WENT INSIDE MY HEAD, ATTACKING MY POOR LITTLE CELLS THAT WOKE UP SULKING AGAIN, WHY'S MONDAY A HOLIDAY BUT A SCHOOL DAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T GOT ANY PROPER SLEEP FOR AGES AND I AM OFF NOW. I CAN FINALLY GET MY MIND OF ECONS, CAUSE I FINALLY DECIDED TO GIVE UP JUST NOW.&lt;br /&gt;SO, GOOD NIGHTO POKO DODO! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-7631063607071531949?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/7631063607071531949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=7631063607071531949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7631063607071531949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7631063607071531949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/havent-blog-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-4038808865130474936</id><published>2009-05-10T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:19:25.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit man, I miss LWL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what's the difference between σx and sx?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-4038808865130474936?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/4038808865130474936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=4038808865130474936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4038808865130474936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4038808865130474936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/shit-man-i-miss-lwl.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-406325012302450779</id><published>2009-05-09T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T02:19:16.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what are you afraid of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-406325012302450779?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/406325012302450779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=406325012302450779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/406325012302450779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/406325012302450779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-are-you-afraid-of.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-4456671883780149267</id><published>2009-05-07T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:44:30.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having lecture, listening to mousey face talking, observing people, dozing off, thinking of many things, revising my presentation, swallowing my saliva, typing away.&lt;br /&gt;Cold, tired and hungry. Wanna get back to work soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met 11:11 today again, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-4456671883780149267?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/4456671883780149267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=4456671883780149267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4456671883780149267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4456671883780149267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-lecture-listening-to-mousey-face.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-5211059931708323755</id><published>2009-05-04T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:31:59.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;what went wrong seriously.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks to see people around me getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so horrible right now.&lt;br /&gt;sorry, seems so meaningless, I hate to use it, hear it, get in touch with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mondays are horrible days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;I miss them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intruder says: life's beautiful, think it that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-5211059931708323755?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/5211059931708323755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=5211059931708323755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5211059931708323755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5211059931708323755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-went-wrong-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-2721728634154581711</id><published>2009-05-03T16:50:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:22:04.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life's been good so far...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1bQdlW2VI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SKwIGvwZiqg/s1600-h/Image7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331517872253884754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1bQdlW2VI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SKwIGvwZiqg/s320/Image7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1dQL5WCNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lQyz0Ytmx9E/s1600-h/Image15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331520066529134802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1dQL5WCNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lQyz0Ytmx9E/s320/Image15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1eDKxcqFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/t_rTPVXBN_k/s1600-h/DSC00594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331520942400907346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1eDKxcqFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/t_rTPVXBN_k/s320/DSC00594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1fEi2FmZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/syrbs-X_e10/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331522065554315666" style="DISPLAY: block; 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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;msn during lectures, meetups, phone calls, meeting new people, icing biscuits, surprises, lunch dates, holland village, breakfast @ mac, newyork newyork, icecream, randomness, procrastinating, laughing out loud, bubble tea, commonwealthian, checking the time at 1111h, school of business, tutorials and more tutorials, money, shopping, caramel frappe, webcam, being a happy girl, converse.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a happy week. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-2721728634154581711?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/2721728634154581711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=2721728634154581711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2721728634154581711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2721728634154581711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-been-good.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/Sf1bQdlW2VI/AAAAAAAAAOY/SKwIGvwZiqg/s72-c/Image7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-8306847559009458869</id><published>2009-04-30T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:18:13.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yooooo! &lt;em&gt;How's life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fantastic. I am starting to enjoy schoolala. Today, met several new people, from other courses haha, but I don't know what's with me today man. I kept saying things that make people respond with, &lt;em&gt;walao that's damn lame can&lt;/em&gt;, shitzz. Right, now I have two presentations to prepare, man. I don't think I can ever speak fluently in front of a entire class, with the Queky teacher staring at me. I think I will just go uh...uhh... and stutter my way through. Screw my English language. I feel really lousy in my class, damn it. Lectures are damn crappy, tutorials are worse. I am still interrupting classes with &lt;em&gt;sorry I'm late&lt;/em&gt; while everyone stare. Yes, I AM LATE EVERYDAY, fgs. Tomorrow will be a great adventure I swear, I will try a new route to school, heee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't worry my dears, I miss my secondary school life and all of you. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-8306847559009458869?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/8306847559009458869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=8306847559009458869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8306847559009458869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8306847559009458869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/yooooo-hows-life-fantastic.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-5296392014182531431</id><published>2009-04-26T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:57:55.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAMN IT, I NEED INSPIRATION RIGHT NOW,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS MOMENT, THIS MINUTE, THIS SECOND. COME TO ME!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I DON'T FEEL MOTIVATED, NOT A BIT, KNS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-5296392014182531431?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/5296392014182531431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=5296392014182531431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5296392014182531431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5296392014182531431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-didnt-screw-got-my-pay-and-am-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-8635169864115803404</id><published>2009-04-25T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:20:43.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bonjour! School's getting fun lately. Or maybe it's just the friday module. Friday's good. Met another class of people, quite fun that kind. But then, none of them are in the same course as me. I'm the only TRM kid there, wth. So I only get to see everybody on Fridays la. Which also means that the rest of my days are zZzzzZzZZzZzZzZzz cause the other modules just suck man. T,ILIS. One week down, I still haven't met my classmates haha. I am working tonight, hopefully I don't screw again, get my pay and be a happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everybody la, I feel very weird not being myself in school man. Shit, I can't think of anything to write for my report. I am damn ass tired. Au revoir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-8635169864115803404?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/8635169864115803404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=8635169864115803404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8635169864115803404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8635169864115803404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/bonjour-schools-getting-fun-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-1391567337200507089</id><published>2009-04-24T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:06:31.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i'm in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with kinder bueno white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get another one tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before work,&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/19683550-1391567337200507089?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/1391567337200507089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=1391567337200507089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1391567337200507089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1391567337200507089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-im-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-2468333276361924845</id><published>2009-04-24T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:11:01.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Fridays. It marks the end of the week, it's a PE day, I can jump all I want, it's the best damn thing, hee. Hopefully I see familiar faces there la. Whenever I get hyper around the new people I meet, they give me that stare, it's so annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-2468333276361924845?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/2468333276361924845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=2468333276361924845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2468333276361924845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2468333276361924845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-fridays.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-1873763548460367875</id><published>2009-04-22T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:00:37.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am fine already, I guess. I need to get over it soon. I can't live like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) School's getting better, got to know a few people from my course, but then those I know are from another class la. I haven't met any classmates other than Suhayl Muhamad Salpai who goes to the same lectures, tutorials and workshops with me everyday, other than fridays. I see him so often I think he will get sick of me soon haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) School's weird, I don't know whether to wear shorts or jeans to attend class. One moment you are freezing in lecture theatre and next you are melting under the sun while traveling around. The school's damn big, I still get lost in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Today's lecture was damn boring, I see everyone in front of me using msn. Oh I have a Mdm Quek-lookalike bcomm lecturer that talks like LWL. Now I know lecturers have a class list with students' photos on it, damn it. She was passing around the list. And I think now the whole class knows my email cause of this woman, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay I need ten volunteers, I am going to pick a name... fiona... how many f's do you have?! ten!!!!&lt;/span&gt; And everyone started laughing wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Received phone bill last night and woohoo, I got my scolding, and am officially broke cause of it. Boo. Can't wait for Saturday with Liying. $_$ Then I can go find Eunice and Jiamin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Tomorrow's a long day to go, 9am-4pm, too cute for me. I think I will be online till lappy dies. Okay I am still late for lectures haha. My attendance must be horrible. Two more rounds of hunting for LT sessions tomorrow haha!&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/19683550-1873763548460367875?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/1873763548460367875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=1873763548460367875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1873763548460367875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1873763548460367875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-fine-already-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-158160265616773238</id><published>2009-04-21T20:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:19:46.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lifeless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ZFPFaeTe" title="U2FsdGVkX19zuBz5p9SRUAeP/bD6Oa8HIz8orKD8CVxMVwYUAoP7rt/+PH+e52KXJWH4sTMHonEB0GOHAJH01NiyFdX+TLEtK7pHpLZFxjCg0f2PSe5y2vr6OtCWzqYH8c2y+hi3aKRQ4ti7f+sv+ircB1scZUE5/YLqP7UWXOtwvP0mb7U/+GFZ4LFImqiUDRDon0pGCqOxtgymRzf5UZBEoXnZnMr+mM3Yx1dzBwBQNgJYz/NDJ5/Cub0MhJbARlrj6QOBlzA2GUYh++q1UOtG9DPPjUoHDCyksW+MrD3BW1DXaB+w57PLsG+XAHFFC5Ni4NHzN37MrdBdE1hn+NS5OMGhv4BUAhAF3emlRC9hwQh7EFDQCeiGr7YbzKy81E0ZYS1C4ESup69GWo56xBKTrpxGBKV0uwmUqZtdGWUutmcDbu7E1PHiHo7YI8N5fZJfjeSiUN73QxPrhJ/ejm5g+6+FmJfaugN1BCL5iiw="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('ZFPFaeTe')"&gt;when you're gone&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I have people telling me I look very tired.&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/19683550-158160265616773238?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/158160265616773238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=158160265616773238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/158160265616773238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/158160265616773238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifeless.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-700648390008247559</id><published>2009-04-20T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:41:18.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the time shows 11.11, someone is missing me. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay, Fiona was late on her first day of school 'cause she didn't go for any orientation camps where they take campers on school tours, and so she couldn't find her lecture theatre thus being late. Okay, lecture was super boring. So boring that I started observing everyone in there. I could see everyone sitting in front of me, signing in msn, talking happily, girl beside me copying notes like crazy, atiqah waving at the opposite side of the room, many people with the same laptops, suhayl struggling to catch up, people staring down at me when I tried to look back, and I caught myself on msn, smiling like crazy. Grrr. Lecture again tomorrow, hope I suvive. I haven't met any classmates yet, but people from other courses haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got myself a cca today, baracuda batucada!&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/19683550-700648390008247559?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/700648390008247559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=700648390008247559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/700648390008247559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/700648390008247559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-fiona-was-late-on-her-first-day-of.html' title='When the time shows 11.11, someone is missing me. (:'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-8664255044481031072</id><published>2009-04-20T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:37:00.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My last three days of holidays were good, cause everyday is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon, was horribly torpid, hot, tired and sweaty. I swear I almost melted under the sun. So bad, I wonder why people want to get tanned so much. My ex-tan is fading and I'm loving it. I want to buy an umbrella ella lala haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Bugis iluma, it's like... really cool. I am going to save up for my dear jumper there. And I should be going to Tampines One soon, hopefully I can find bus bus bus there. Heee. Fifty bucks every month! And then, hopefully, work every saturday! Yayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours to meeting new people, having lectures, being hardworking, not sleeping in lessons... I don't really know what to expect. Should I be excited? I don't know and I don't look forward to it. Shizz.&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/19683550-8664255044481031072?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/8664255044481031072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=8664255044481031072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8664255044481031072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8664255044481031072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-last-three-days-of-holidays-were.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-1188492541186353365</id><published>2009-04-19T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:48:53.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/span&gt; last night, and this morning I dreamt that I can see ghosts woohoo! The ghost was burning up all my worksheets and eating up my cookies haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-1188492541186353365?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/1188492541186353365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=1188492541186353365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1188492541186353365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1188492541186353365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-watching-sixth-sense-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-6361639912098868884</id><published>2009-04-19T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:18:33.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's two o' clock in the morning. and an alarm clock boomed. it rang for ten seconds and I started cursing the person who refused to switch it off. then I saw my brother getting up from his chair, walking to my room. argh.. shit. I went in and seeing my sister drooling happily in bed while her alarm clock rang. what the hell was she thinking?! setting off an alarm to get herself out of a nightmare? talk about sleep, I feel like sleeping now. the hunger, it's killing me, very slowly, as torturous as it could be. damn it. I need sleep to kill hunger, pardon me.&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/19683550-6361639912098868884?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/6361639912098868884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=6361639912098868884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6361639912098868884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6361639912098868884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-two-o-clock-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-3592384503753621617</id><published>2009-04-19T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:59:23.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay this is kind of stupid but I am really excited to work on next saturday!!!!!!! I guess I am just too desperate for money. I have been spending like crazy and my next pay that comes in is going to jm. I want to work on every other saturdays, heee. I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/span&gt; is a good show, woo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-3592384503753621617?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/3592384503753621617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=3592384503753621617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3592384503753621617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3592384503753621617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-this-is-stupid-but-i-am-really.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-8321594469660688144</id><published>2009-04-16T10:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:12:08.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just not my day. I broke my record of not breaking glasses during work today. Just the cocktail itself, I screwed up twice. TWICE! In five short minutes! Can you understand how I felt. Though it's the guests that hit the glasses in the try I was holding, but I was so stunned I totally forgot about apologizing. It's like I haven't really recover from the first accident, I got into another one. Then during dinner, twice I almost fell while holding to a tray of ten filled glasses. Imagine if I really fell, then that means I screwed up four times in just one day, wow. What's wrong with me today! I think I need a better screwdriver so I won't screw up so bad next time. Shit man.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Liying and Serene working with me. Anyway, I like RTC people, nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to look forward to Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/SecRoPoGPVI/AAAAAAAAANw/RcE4fEeSdvI/s1600-h/icing+biscuit%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/SecRoPoGPVI/AAAAAAAAANw/RcE4fEeSdvI/s320/icing+biscuit%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325244467476053330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;craving for icing biscuit! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-8321594469660688144?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/8321594469660688144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=8321594469660688144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8321594469660688144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8321594469660688144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-not-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/SecRoPoGPVI/AAAAAAAAANw/RcE4fEeSdvI/s72-c/icing+biscuit%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-4301035977241017531</id><published>2009-04-14T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:49:05.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did it yesterday, and I am really fine now. Thanks to all who care. Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;And I am sorry that I upset you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-4301035977241017531?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/4301035977241017531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=4301035977241017531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4301035977241017531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4301035977241017531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-did-it-yesterday-and-i-am-really-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-1009840743593025915</id><published>2009-04-13T10:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:39:13.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to cry some time this week. I don't know why, but my ribcage says it's really stuffy there. It has been a year since I last cried. I am having a bad headache... I think I am just gonna curl up and die. Save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="9eYRKjdd" title="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"&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('9eYRKjdd')"&gt;Enter password here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They updated my passbook, realized that I spent more than a hundred bucks the past ten days, and I am receiving my scoldings now. I can't stand it when they try to control my spending when I can do it on my own. I just spent it on things I need what, like most of the money I spent is on food, I must save myself from dying of hunger yes? Aye, I think five days later, I will get scolded again 'cause we are going to receive a mail from Singtel, yayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ZskKlTpR" title="U2FsdGVkX19Y56KyId8p6IQSdZ3udOUqNrth5lohScW76NognZqb4kLrZAZmf1ICc6NW5O5P5tUltT5NC6PlA75ikRZ3XImf0NDcWvn4Ye5BiqdsEWICX5z6qhjKGlI4+KEA2L3IGHNPnj7kVdAUNA=="&gt;    &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('ZskKlTpR')"&gt;Enter password here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay jOjOx is now offline, and nobody has time to entertain my calls, I have nobody to talk to. I might well just die. ):&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/19683550-1009840743593025915?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/1009840743593025915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=1009840743593025915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1009840743593025915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1009840743593025915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-going-to-cry-some-time-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-176953842108352009</id><published>2009-04-12T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:36:05.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How I wish I can be a 1.6m girl. Okay that's random. I don't know how, my lappie got into a trouble last night and I can't log on, and now that everything's fine, all my document are gone. Shizz. Tomorrow will be a busy day, I think. Working on Wednesday evening, alone again. Hopefully it will turn out fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;大概有两年没应用华文了，现在要帮小妹做报章报道有点困难，):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-176953842108352009?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/176953842108352009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=176953842108352009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/176953842108352009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/176953842108352009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-i-wish-i-can-be-1.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-7923707461617016944</id><published>2009-04-10T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:48:44.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I am going to miss working there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;, because the feeling is still unstable, wait till I realize I am not working there anymore in the morning. Tomorrow still feels like a working day to me. Gaaa. Saturday, I look forward. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-7923707461617016944?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/7923707461617016944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=7923707461617016944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7923707461617016944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7923707461617016944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-i-am-going-to-miss-working.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-6489187261523201138</id><published>2009-04-09T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:56:30.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not blogged for days not that I didn't feel like it. But the thought of switching on the comp is... I have nothing to do with it. It's so different from JC kids. They long to switch on their comp to check their mail, play their games and all. And I am sick of this whole thing. I have nothing to do at home nowadays it's driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of work tomorrow, look forward to it, but I will miss every part of it. Forget about the scratches, the bruises, I love the experience of it, good company and all. Wonder how the day would go. Oh I skipped the whole BA camp, because I don't feel like going and decided to schedule my work timetable on the days, so campers, have fun haha. I don't want school to start, I know I have said this a million a zillion of times, but I rather be stuck in a sucky job with low pay but good company. Oh right, I should sleep now. I should have since two hours ago, let's just not die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day, a bad day, it doesn't matter anymore. I will love my life no matter what's going to happen next. I will miss the yesterdays but life continues on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-6489187261523201138?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/6489187261523201138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=6489187261523201138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6489187261523201138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6489187261523201138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-not-blogged-for-days-not-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-9191226361479835164</id><published>2009-04-02T23:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:44:47.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at more than a hundred people today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love angmohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a very cute Singaporean guy, with a funny request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney guy says, you are laughing! Are you laughing? Hahaha. You are a Singaporean right? Oh you are laughing! Singaporean laughing! Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me laughed even more after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt good while working today though my heels got tired by dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time means 5 o' clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie and boy who work with me were extremely lame today that I laughed kneeling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin worked upstairs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice perth guy asked for my name and says, you have a very cute smile, smile often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost remember every song and ad on taka's hitachi mega tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got scratches on my fingers again, welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very bad cuticles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn busy to be bothered about using the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there's nothing you can do here, other than chat, blog, look at random stuff, laugh, eat, shit, burst up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love life outside home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's very biased, I am so annoyed with her and sis now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be a happy day you see, they totally spoilt my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an extra pair of black jeans and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like buying the Byford no show socks that's on sale hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay right now I can hear the songs ringing in my head now, loud and clear, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are you waiting for!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock shows 11.11, somebody is missing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-9191226361479835164?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/9191226361479835164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=9191226361479835164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9191226361479835164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9191226361479835164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-today.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-102319045966937417</id><published>2009-04-01T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:53:18.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work was good, or rather I am a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;promoterahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Ended at 930 but reached home at 1100 'cause stupid buses were so full I couldn't get up to any of them till the fourth one came along. Oh yeah I am so going to wear sandals and a big fat bandage to work tomorrow. I had to walk home barefooted from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; 'cause little toe hurts so much it bled again. Work again tomorrow, at an earlier timing. Sorry, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to see KMD again tomorrow! I think only Jiamin will get what I mean haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-102319045966937417?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/102319045966937417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=102319045966937417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/102319045966937417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/102319045966937417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-was-good-or-rather-i-am-good.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-8546535596970731123</id><published>2009-03-31T23:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:30:29.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For all I care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I started work at taka today, and hopefully it's going to work out well. Can't wait to get my pay haha, and I can go get my KMD soon, and many other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Departures&lt;/em&gt; is really really good, I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-8546535596970731123?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/8546535596970731123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=8546535596970731123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8546535596970731123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8546535596970731123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-i-started-work-today-and-hopefully.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-8830921603103146536</id><published>2009-03-29T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:20:02.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am upset. Because I hurt my little toe. It bled like crazy. The whole toe including the nail was bloody red. The part of the skin came off, dangling there, hurts like hell. The nail looks like it's going to drop out any moment. The worst of all, is to think about when it's going to be fine again, when I can wear my sneakers again, when I can stop wearing a bandage and look pathetic, when the pain will go off, whether I can play basketball later, whether I can wear my good shoes out later, whether I can jump properly without landing down killing the toe. Aiya, sucks like shit. Not funny okay. Okay this is a dumb thing to be upset about, but I am really sad about it, boohoo ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-8830921603103146536?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/8830921603103146536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=8830921603103146536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8830921603103146536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8830921603103146536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-9075486539911233495</id><published>2009-03-29T03:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:12:56.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's work was quite fun, hahohehihu, though they didn't take part in the Earth Hour thing. Usually time passed really slow, but not today, haaa. So working alone wasn't that bad, okay maybe because many others came alone today too, so will mix mix stir stir whatever. Okay people there are quite nice man. Perhaps maybe should be I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my bag, finally. But weird thing is, I couldn't feel the stab in the heart which happens whenever I bought things for myself. This is wrong. Especially when this is such a huge sum I never spend that much on an item like this before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-9075486539911233495?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/9075486539911233495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=9075486539911233495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9075486539911233495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9075486539911233495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-work-was-quite-fun-hahohehihu.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-3584234356551574850</id><published>2009-03-28T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:45:28.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Earth hour later on, let's hope that there will be lights out in RTC too. Kekeke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-3584234356551574850?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/3584234356551574850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=3584234356551574850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3584234356551574850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3584234356551574850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-later-on-lets-hope-that.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-7347981041651112037</id><published>2009-03-27T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:01:35.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, my parents went overseas dumping their three little kids at home, so there, I am the man of the house since my brother is not at home right now. Heeeee. Freedom till monday. I should go out on Sunday and take the chance to hooligagoo hoo hoo hoo. Whooooo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working tomorrow evening alone, feels like shit. Oh and I didn't go for the interview they mailed me to go for, just feels lazy about it and about work and feels weird to work there 'cause of certain certain yes yes there there that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMC DMC DMC DMC DMC!!!!!!! I love Ken'ichi Matsuyama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-7347981041651112037?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/7347981041651112037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=7347981041651112037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7347981041651112037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7347981041651112037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-my-parents-went-overseas-dumping.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-5162947743994811624</id><published>2009-03-26T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T13:41:00.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annoyed,&lt;br /&gt;by last minute changes, by broken promises, by short of cash, by back outs, by ridiculous remarks, by the most annoying person in this entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working this Saturday, so not exciting. I am going to my sister's school as a guardian to listen to their principal talk, so not exciting. I am not going to Malaysia this weekend, so very exciting. $_$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-5162947743994811624?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/5162947743994811624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=5162947743994811624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5162947743994811624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5162947743994811624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/annoyed-by-last-minute-changes-by.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-6931394819037370107</id><published>2009-03-22T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:44:25.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fiona wants to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Departures&lt;/span&gt; and doesn't know who is willing to watch it with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found people to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Detroit Metal City&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;, so looking forward to Tuesday hee. Can't contain my excitement, really really. Another thing to be excited about is... a secret, ha. So many things, so little time, so many wants, so little money. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-6931394819037370107?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/6931394819037370107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=6931394819037370107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6931394819037370107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6931394819037370107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/fiona-wants-to-watch-departures-and.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-353431652159179272</id><published>2009-03-22T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:09:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fiona just got home from work and is feeling extremely hungry. She wonders if anyone is willing to go out with her to have supper, which most probably will not happen.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the other guy that walks home with me! I don't know why didn't he come today. I think he will go eat supper with me, since he stays nearby too. Okay I am a sad hungry kid right now. Thirty eight dollars and fifty cents!!!! Should have work OT with my brother, he would go and eat with me, but then... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-353431652159179272?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/353431652159179272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=353431652159179272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/353431652159179272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/353431652159179272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/fiona-just-got-home-from-work-and-is.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-4851554794126419607</id><published>2009-03-20T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:31:03.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="b0vxYfV6" title="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"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="javascript:decryptText('b0vxYfV6')"&gt;Enter password here.&lt;/a&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/19683550-4851554794126419607?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/4851554794126419607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=4851554794126419607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4851554794126419607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4851554794126419607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/show-encrypted-text_20.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-8143297034933270291</id><published>2009-03-20T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:24:37.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello fiona the business woman, i'll be your first customer ;D fiona must always come for birdies outing okie! next one, april? and come and visit hello dolly and zandra in your nobel t-shirt soon alright! bye, birdshit loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-8143297034933270291?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/8143297034933270291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=8143297034933270291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8143297034933270291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8143297034933270291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-fiona-business-woman-ill-be-your.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-9119849946935223554</id><published>2009-03-20T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:03:11.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep last night, I lay on the bed for two hours thinking of starting a business, the business I was telling them about last night. Hee. So when I wanted to sleep, all the ideas came back to me again, lots and lots of them, I thought of almost everything, so much I couldn't sleep till 4am. Then I got waken up at 9am and the ideas came back to me again, oh gosh. So, hopefully I can find the materials I need for my business, hee. Tuesday!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;I finally found someone to watch Detroit Metal City with me. Yayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay recently I have been thinking a lot about designing, furniture, accessories, apparel, everything, I can't concentrate well, not even when typing this post. I wonder, so -sighsxzsxzs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/ScMwSTUR1mI/AAAAAAAAANg/hJPtgbCqljs/s1600-h/Pink+domokuns%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/ScMwSTUR1mI/AAAAAAAAANg/hJPtgbCqljs/s400/Pink+domokuns%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315145076208424546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-9119849946935223554?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/9119849946935223554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=9119849946935223554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9119849946935223554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9119849946935223554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-couldnt-sleep-last-night-i-lay-on-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/ScMwSTUR1mI/AAAAAAAAANg/hJPtgbCqljs/s72-c/Pink+domokuns%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-979407305671466885</id><published>2009-03-19T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:09:26.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was good, even better, or maybe one of the best, but how long can it last? when will the next time be? this is kind of saddening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-979407305671466885?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/979407305671466885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=979407305671466885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/979407305671466885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/979407305671466885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-good-better-than-before-but-how.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-981599515005710030</id><published>2009-03-15T22:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:57:14.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this so annoying, i was reading 8 days magazine and then... i am craving icecream, sweet, rich creamy and fatty. gosh, i really feel like having one now. oh maybe i will have one tomorrow. i haven't eaten an icecream for such a long time, i can't even remember when was my last :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i remembered, okay i went school to collect certificate and met with some people including my two girls and the now pretty boy terry haha, and had dinner with some others, including my dear eunice. i miss all of them very much, talked, ate, gossiped, posed, laughed, happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i have crazy, funny, stupid dreams recently, again. welcome back, i miss you so much. dreamt of going to sajc with eunice, zhiyang and kongyong last night, and woke up laughing much, haha. today's a good day, so good i forgot i can start messaging again and exceeding again on the fifteenth day. i think i am going to dream about having an icecream tonight, argh1111 okay today is an anti-shift key day, my post looks funny, stupid and annoying, i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-981599515005710030?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/981599515005710030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=981599515005710030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/981599515005710030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/981599515005710030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-so-annoying-i-was-reading-8-days.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-9215723841113871606</id><published>2009-03-15T01:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:43:06.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is so gay, I am talking to my bro on msn when we are only a room away, oh my. ookay I am not blogging recently because I have nothing to talk about. and I believe this is happening to many people, either no updates or stupid posts with less than five sentences, you believe me. the number of viewers still coming here has decreased to a pathetic 12, lol. marchie's next week, okay it doesn't concern me anyway, since I have been enjoying holidays since last november, kekeke. but then the thought of meeting up with the college people again is exciting the ass out of me, :x and yes I got my cute little pretty laptop that is extremely thick and heavy, but I love it so much, can't take my eyes off you. I am going out next tuesday with eunice and jiamin and I am so excited about it, earning the money excites me too, kakakaka. oh can you believe it, fiona lee is not attending the ngee ann poly student union camp, can you just believe it, my parents were quite surprised that I didn't want to go. oh right, I have to start saving lots of money now, think of bus concession and the many stuff you need to get when school starts, oh no. yes, from now on, or rather since card extension ended, I have been paying all traveling fees by my own, adult fare gosh, I just felt the stab in my heart again, please bring me to the hospital and pay my fees. I am earning less than I am spending, and hopefully I can work at least once every week, I beg you. then lastly, new facebook layout sucks, no good no nice. I wish school doesn't start so soon. this is surprisingly a long post with lots of gramaz, small cappys and no paragraphing, it looks like a lump of shit on your screen ha. -f.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-9215723841113871606?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/9215723841113871606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=9215723841113871606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9215723841113871606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9215723841113871606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-so-gay-i-am-talking-to-my-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-1659562013373146677</id><published>2009-03-08T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T11:45:13.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fiona was too engrossed acting the gunshot scene with her mom and punching scene with her dad, her right cheek hit hard on the floor, :X&lt;br /&gt;Okay laugh at me, 1 2 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy women's day, women. TEEHEE ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-1659562013373146677?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/1659562013373146677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=1659562013373146677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1659562013373146677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1659562013373146677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/fiona-hurt-her-right-cheek-because-she.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-1987634995868431286</id><published>2009-03-03T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:42:48.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate rainy days, rainy days make people sad and crazy and they tend to think too much. I worry for them. It has been raining a lot lately, it's horrifying, it's annoying, it's killing a bas. It has ruined my plans, his plans and her plans, that's why the world is sad. And that's why I hate rainy days, rainy days make people sad and crazy and they tend to think too much. (sometimes I don't know what am I talking about, choose to ignore ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to march holidays. I miss Esther and Eunice, and many others. I feel like eating strawberries right now. And ignore the kuku downstairs, I just realised that post hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-1987634995868431286?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/1987634995868431286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=1987634995868431286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1987634995868431286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1987634995868431286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-rainy-days-rainy-days-make.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-3295453485348586608</id><published>2009-03-02T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:58:11.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO ALL. MY NAME IS JOEY LIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is right now at my house and hugging my gigantic Patrick. HAHAHAHA. It's a new addition to the family, since yesterday. Technically today, in the early morning about 2am. SO CUTE (WOR).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just heard some shocking stories which made me very agitated and caused the both of us to scream very loudly. We wasted some money buying chocolate and marshmellows which are left to rot on the table now. I just got some weird stuff, like superman necklace and love wristband, from the weird dumbdumb!!! &gt;:( very angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Lee would like me to tell her readers that the first TEN people to tag on her tagboard (you have to figure that part out) will get S$10 each, from her. :D AND IT STARTS. NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;1. JOEY LIM.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BYE BYE ALL! MY NAME IS JOEY LIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-3295453485348586608?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/3295453485348586608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=3295453485348586608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3295453485348586608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3295453485348586608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-1148838455663084766</id><published>2009-02-28T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:55:15.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of the month, again. I hate it when I comes to end of the month. It's a new month and everything, the feeling's just very bad. Maybe that's part of the reason why I feel down now. Oh maybe, I don't get to earn money today, I feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, later on and tomorrow and the whole of next week can neutralize everything, so I can be a happy kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom expects me to study at home since all my JC friends are studying already, but study what?! I hate it when she uses hokkien to scold her kids, it sounds so disgusting. Eee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-1148838455663084766?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/1148838455663084766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=1148838455663084766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1148838455663084766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1148838455663084766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-month-again.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-322803939245048517</id><published>2009-02-26T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:24:46.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I could fly like how time flies. If my name was Time. If I had time. If...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-322803939245048517?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/322803939245048517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=322803939245048517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/322803939245048517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/322803939245048517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-i-could-fly-like-how-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-8710668852684437040</id><published>2009-02-24T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:12:21.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flies so quickly. I can't imagine myself waking up at 6.06 in the morning again. My holidays are so long, I doubt my brain can function properly when school starts. I miss doing math homework and I miss geog lessons. Yet, I hope school never starts.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to CSS later to help my kids and let my fingers on the instrument. I so miss playing my instrument and the sound of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-8710668852684437040?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/8710668852684437040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=8710668852684437040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8710668852684437040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/8710668852684437040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-flies-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-5344245373407377722</id><published>2009-02-21T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:19:55.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very tired from work, one more round later, shizz. I start disliking my job. All of us always get scolded for no good reason and the customers are damn choosy. Yesterday was bad, knsknsknsknsknskns all the c, felt like slapping three of them last night. And I totally felt like pouring the glass of hot water on the stupid bossy bitchy fugly shitty woman, sad right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then think of the money I get, :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-5344245373407377722?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/5344245373407377722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=5344245373407377722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5344245373407377722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5344245373407377722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-tired-from-work-one-more-round.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-6053722150474738712</id><published>2009-02-18T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:08:05.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies, people change, that's life</title><content type='html'>I wish I could be there to help them. But why does it always clash with something stupid, interrupting my business and everything. Mom's such a bitch when it comes to my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really wish I can go back right now and see them, listen to them, smell them, feel them, whatever. But would they want to see me, would things be the same as it was, are they even willing to learn and listen and stuff. I want to stuff someone now.  I totally get why they don't enjoy going for their cca anymore, -sighsxzsxzs- I am such a psyduck recently. But seriously, we USED TO have lots of fun, good ol' times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-6053722150474738712?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/6053722150474738712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=6053722150474738712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6053722150474738712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6053722150474738712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-could-be-there-to-help-them.html' title='time flies, people change, that&apos;s life'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-5589621943668744126</id><published>2009-02-17T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:59:30.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahraooooo I want to go for camp. The level camp looks damn fun. Why the level camps in our time suck so much!!!! But then, the band camp last time was much looked forward to, compared to now. -sighsxzsxzs- I want to go KL, and I really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my next trip to Starbucks, the next time I see my girls again, getting accepted to some job and getting paid, the end of the month when I can spend the money, go F21, C&amp;amp;K, CO (etc.) and see Eunice's despo face which looks quite similar to mine. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz time, zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-5589621943668744126?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/5589621943668744126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=5589621943668744126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5589621943668744126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5589621943668744126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/wahraooooo-i-want-to-go-for-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-9132271616300876105</id><published>2009-02-16T10:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:51:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was good. Thanks my love. I don't have the picturessssss and I miss everyone, again. -sighsxzsxzs- I wish school starts next year. I don't want to go schoooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I go out again, it's byebye $10 to gtm, ohmygozz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to go gym with Fiona? She is so unhealthy. Her mama says the reason for her having those breathing problems is due to lack of exercise. Fiona is going to be a good girl and go exercise. So anyone? Very choked, I feel like vomiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-9132271616300876105?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/9132271616300876105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=9132271616300876105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9132271616300876105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9132271616300876105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/anyone-wants-to-go-gym-with-fiona-she.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-6694534782941887595</id><published>2009-02-14T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:53:42.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fiona went for a job that nobody wants to do. It sucks - low pay, horrendous duration and distance traveled. Shizz her poor little feet and crazily twisted waist. But then, Fiona thinks it's a good experience, though she will never try that again, (unless the pay gets so fantastic or she goes despo for cabbages again).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-6694534782941887595?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/6694534782941887595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=6694534782941887595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6694534782941887595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6694534782941887595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/fiona-went-for-job-that-nobody-wants-to.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-1853909270034396012</id><published>2009-02-13T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:17:49.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, I am the loser of the day. Lose already lahhhhhhh, ): My mom, she couldn't stand me saying that, HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-1853909270034396012?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/1853909270034396012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=1853909270034396012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1853909270034396012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/1853909270034396012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-i-am-loser-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-4920050785428476100</id><published>2009-02-10T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:18:30.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>人要知道何时刚放下。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-4920050785428476100?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/4920050785428476100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=4920050785428476100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4920050785428476100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4920050785428476100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-6172953186051963447</id><published>2009-02-09T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:13:18.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so frustrated!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, the best valentine's gift would be an ezlink worth hundred bucks. You get the point? I can't stand to know the fact that people I hang out with pays $0.45, while I pay $1.59 for a fronging ride. You know how frustrating it is to fork out 10 bucks every week to pay for traveling. Because of this, I refrained myself from going out, which totally drive me nuts, for I can't stay at home for moleshit. You think this is stupid, forgive me. For I swear, I am actually spending more cash than I am earning. And I don't get any pocket money. )'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-6172953186051963447?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/6172953186051963447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=6172953186051963447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6172953186051963447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6172953186051963447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-frustrated-i-think-best.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-4237007173081071607</id><published>2009-02-08T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:48:39.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, things are better not said.</title><content type='html'>I thought I will be stuck with nothing to do since everyone's zzz. But then, kakakakakaka. Excited. My holidays are quite exciting (maybe for now). Imagine when I start school, I will most probably.. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is a good night!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-4237007173081071607?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/4237007173081071607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=4237007173081071607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4237007173081071607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/4237007173081071607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-thought-i-will-be-stuck-with-nothing.html' title='sometimes, things are better not said.'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-2890868031760604550</id><published>2009-02-07T10:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:10:02.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's everyone when I need a pair of ears?</title><content type='html'>I had a bad dream. I dreamt I was taking english paper and I totally freaked out. Why of all my worst subject?! Right, my whole table was flooded with stationery and pe shirt (omg?!) and a stack of chinese textbooks. I am sure I flunked the paper. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been tough for me. Mom decided to take up a part time job, so I have been appointed the house-daughter. I sweep, I cook, I mop, I wash, I empty the rubbish, I run many many errands, I think of what to cook, I take care of my siblings' need (and they took the chance to bully me), I serve them food and drinks?!, I pay attention to my sister's studies, I wake my sister up (the most difficult thing to ever do in life), I clear her mess, I get scolded for them not behaving, I receive annoying phone calls from my parents to tell me do stuff and stuff, I can't get out until I finish the job of the day, etc. I so wish I had school or a job. -sighszxsxzsxzsx-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-2890868031760604550?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/2890868031760604550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=2890868031760604550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2890868031760604550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2890868031760604550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-had-bad-dream.html' title='where&apos;s everyone when I need a pair of ears?'/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-3057221783557985912</id><published>2009-02-06T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:16:54.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could fly. Then I wouldn't be paying those ridiculous fares JC, ITE kids don't need to pay. Then I can fly everywhere to get things done. Then I can travel overseas not paying any money, kakaka! Then I can get to my destination faster, and I can drag my time at home how long I want to, yet not late for any dates. And I flap my wings, I do exercise on my arms. I will wriggle my feet and shake my legs as well. I can look at what everyone's doing from above and I can laugh at them so much, I choke on my own saliva and I cough and my whole body moves vigorously and I am well, fit. Okay, this is dumb. I miss my kids. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-3057221783557985912?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/3057221783557985912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=3057221783557985912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3057221783557985912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3057221783557985912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-could-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-435435925385514113</id><published>2009-02-02T10:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:05:47.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, the JC people started school, and everything sounds so scary all of a sudden. My brain hasn't been working for so long a period, can you understand how I feel to start school like so sudden in April. Two more months to start school for me, gosh. That's almost half a year holidays for me, oh my thumbelina. I bet I will still be in the holiday mood so hallelujah for me. I will still be a smiling idiot when I go to school. Baliwawapillipalapo zap. I am so going out later, you know, enjoy life while I can, zomg, let's forget everything I said, kakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liying's JC life sounds super exciting, kakaka. Thanks F, she said. She loves me I know fgs.&lt;br /&gt;You know I miss the JJC people, all of them go there and totally ditch me can. Can't wait for the weekends. $_$&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-435435925385514113?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/435435925385514113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=435435925385514113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/435435925385514113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/435435925385514113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-jc-people-started-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-7615599890360816342</id><published>2009-01-31T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:00:02.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIONA IS EXCITED ABOUT GOING TO SCHOOL NEXT WEEK! ZOMG SO EXCITING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's good, so was the day before yesterday. Hee. Elaborate some other day. Fiona is just not in the mood for all these stupid stuff. I am sorry, but she's just enjoying life while she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, Fiona realizes that working makes you lose all the time you can spend with your loved ones, fail to attend many events (this sounds so lousy, rephrase), and deprive you of fun and laughter, peace and joy. But then... piz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg, what's with me talking about Fiona's life?! fiona fiona fiona fiona, all of a sudden, I forgot I am named Fiona, zohmygoldilocksiepooh. Sounds so weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-7615599890360816342?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/7615599890360816342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=7615599890360816342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7615599890360816342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7615599890360816342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/01/fiona-is-excited-about-going-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-3179624636647706645</id><published>2009-01-30T11:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:01:07.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM GOING TO APPEAL TO AJC! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, just kidding. I will never do that, unless I am so desperate for a student pass, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K right now, I am handling 18 conversations, help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-3179624636647706645?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/3179624636647706645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=3179624636647706645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3179624636647706645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/3179624636647706645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-going-to-appeal-t-ajc-just-kidding.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-6892547121092752652</id><published>2009-01-28T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:35:34.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES I AM GOING OUT LATER, I AM SO EXCITED EUNICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-6892547121092752652?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/6892547121092752652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=6892547121092752652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6892547121092752652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6892547121092752652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-i-am-going-out-later-i-am-so.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-5390325002203377025</id><published>2009-01-28T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:34:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wow, I had this crazy dream of me bringing curry mee to school everyday for recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good happened recently, I am so bored I have nothing to talk about. I am so in the concert mood. And I am so nutzie about being neat recently, I feel like throwing away all the furniture in my room that makes it looks messy. Okay my hair is so stubborn, it looks like half a mushroom head since my left side is shorter than the right. This is so random that it looks freaking random that makes you want to say, oh wow this is so random. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't get a belt to belt when I am supposed to belt long ago but I don't have the belt to belt so I am going to belt when I get a belt to belt you with my belt so that's all about a belt. Nutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to get DF, one week Operation Storm, nyahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-5390325002203377025?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/5390325002203377025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=5390325002203377025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5390325002203377025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/5390325002203377025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-wow-i-had-this-crazy-dream-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-7718534762769060635</id><published>2009-01-27T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:23:36.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations to those who sms me when I was not around, happy new year, ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman returns! This year was much better, 'cause I learnt to play mahjong! Like finally. Now I can go house visiting, not afraid of having nothing to do, ahaha. This is so good. I am getting fatter, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringgit is no good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-7718534762769060635?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/7718534762769060635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=7718534762769060635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7718534762769060635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7718534762769060635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/01/congratulations-to-those-who-sms-me.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-659925372967188958</id><published>2009-01-23T09:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:00:24.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;IHATECNYCNYCNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am not well, I have been feeling very out-of-breath recently, I feel like dying. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have been working the last two days, back at my first work place. Hahaha, 'cause they called me back to help them, and being a very nice person, I did not reject the company who gave me my first job. So I missed out a lot of other things, shizz. NOW I HAVE ONE STUPID -_- CUT ON MY RIGHT HAND BECAUSE THE STUPID MAGZ SCRATCHED MY ARM WHICH MAKES ME LIKE A LOSER WHO WANTS TO COMMIT SUICIDE. Ahahaha I am a loser.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, and I realized I am supposed to go out now, so ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-659925372967188958?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/659925372967188958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=659925372967188958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/659925372967188958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/659925372967188958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-am-not-well-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-237014528294116723</id><published>2009-01-20T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:43:56.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so irritated. I am very irritated. I am being irritated. I am really irritated I tell you. But then, bavnp, I am going to tolerate till, I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suckers should just die. Die die die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-237014528294116723?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/237014528294116723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=237014528294116723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/237014528294116723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/237014528294116723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-2090221797534418779</id><published>2009-01-19T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:26:17.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so going to take the Manhattan Express, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to JePalang later, LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-2090221797534418779?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/2090221797534418779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=2090221797534418779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2090221797534418779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/2090221797534418779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-going-to-take-manhattan-express.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-9112079481187980730</id><published>2009-01-18T13:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:18:19.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, I am so going to Swensen's. And I am so going to learn to wash and cook crabby crab tonight. I am so excited about eating dinner tonight. I am so excited about getting my pay. I am so excited to see another drama coming up. I am so excited about the money I earned last night. I am so excited about the coming week. I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;And I am so not excited about Chinese New Year, I am so not excited about going back to M'sia on 24-26. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I have a mom who doesn't work, and spends time baking and cooking every meal (excluding weekends) at home. Be jealous, ahaha. I am so going to be like her when I grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-9112079481187980730?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/9112079481187980730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=9112079481187980730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9112079481187980730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/9112079481187980730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-going-to-swensens.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-6006706116562440735</id><published>2009-01-17T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:06:38.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got nothing to blog about recently, so I thought I must well dedicate a post to a very good friend of 4 freaking years. I love Leong Huifen Soey a.k.a jOjOx jUliius jUnkii3Xz jiiGglypUffii3zx a.k.a Loiiy Hahaha Funny Joker. Ha, zomg I haven't type this freakish long name for quite some time. I seldom dedicate post, so now it's like zomgWTHnoway! (I see you agreeing with me, you are reading it in your head, that's right.) HAHAHA. Right, back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy photo to share,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/SXGNAgyhRHI/AAAAAAAAANU/fWHYP5VsySM/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/SXGNAgyhRHI/AAAAAAAAANU/fWHYP5VsySM/s400/DSC00244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292166077078389874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's the best person to joke around with, to talk serious matter with, to go halewoo insane with, to gossip with, to complain to, to eat with, to share joy with, to capture stupid expressions with, to talk rubbish with, whatever you say. So much for being the best sitting partner, home econs and D&amp;amp;T buddy, classmates, silly dodo icecream girl for the first 2 years of my secondary school life, and continue being a really good kuku friend for the rest of my life. Thanks, I love you okie dokie pokie hokie zokie dodo birdz. All the best for the future running towards you, bang oww. Sighs.... ha! OH I REMEMBERED SOMETHING. This woman can do fighting cock eye, whatever you call that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on anymore, I have to prepare for work later. Right, everytime before work, I get nervous scared frightened $@#^%* whatever of screwing up, shizz. I feel so bouncy all of a sudden. Kill Serene Lee for me if she comments on my 'new' 'fugly' 'ahlian' haircut, swear she will call me to snip off my right tail, just like what mom says. I LIKE MY CURRENT CUT OKAY?! (maybe for the time being) and people say I have a 'IM A GOOD STUDENT' face okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs....end here bah. Very messy post, I know. BE RIGHT BACK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-6006706116562440735?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/6006706116562440735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=6006706116562440735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6006706116562440735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/6006706116562440735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-got-nothing-to-blog-about-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wGNIyeCAGtg/SXGNAgyhRHI/AAAAAAAAANU/fWHYP5VsySM/s72-c/DSC00244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-480140550141489098</id><published>2009-01-15T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:54:35.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tightrope walking. That's out of the question, confirm plus chop, maybe a passport too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom thinks I am insane, laughing, shouting, dancing, screaming, crying like a red indian, HAHAHA! My sister thinks I am troublesome, perfecting everything I do, including my perfect andoneh dance. My brother thinks I am funny, he laughs at me when I do stupid things. HAHAHA, this is so fronging duck shit fugly random to the max I don't know how to continue anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I did something I never want to do, cruelty, disgust, guilt, oh dear. Oh no. Oh man. Oh dad. Oh my Goldilocks. Shizz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-480140550141489098?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/480140550141489098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=480140550141489098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/480140550141489098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/480140550141489098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/01/tightrope-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19683550.post-7732715401569856592</id><published>2009-01-14T10:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:44:08.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The choosing part is tough. It was between two poly choices, and now TP comes to me again, shizz. They have better courses, but not the traveling part. Currently stuck with eight choices, and no idea how to rank them, screw my EL, screw everything. No, I am fine with my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buggy rolling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19683550-7732715401569856592?l=ilu--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/feeds/7732715401569856592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19683550&amp;postID=7732715401569856592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7732715401569856592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19683550/posts/default/7732715401569856592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ilu--.blogspot.com/2009/01/choosing-part-is-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>F</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14509964900107197411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
