<?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-9778621</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:16:07.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bumpercars!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</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>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-8971621452484607637</id><published>2009-05-23T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:08:30.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9C62z0LHbpE/ShdX3e_a8iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fv6eRTGHUu8/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338832493994504738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9C62z0LHbpE/ShdX3e_a8iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fv6eRTGHUu8/s320/Picture+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-8971621452484607637?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/8971621452484607637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/8971621452484607637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2009/05/httpi387.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</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/_9C62z0LHbpE/ShdX3e_a8iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fv6eRTGHUu8/s72-c/Picture+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-3852446705029800415</id><published>2009-01-14T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:56:06.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it feels like school has been in for a long time already yet it's only the third day. C'MON ROS NO MORE BEING SENSITIVE OR MAMA DRAMA! no more oh so poor thing, oh so sensitive or oh so drama. i sound like jl HAHA but oh well. cringe no further and brace yourself. (: it's gonna be a better year despite setbacks. i hope my dad wins the court case so that we don't have to move. to those who are here for me, i thank you sincerely. the fear is real. thank you for not judging or thinking im being miss drama momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll see us through to the other side,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're gonna make it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks val. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-3852446705029800415?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/3852446705029800415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/3852446705029800415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-feels-like-school-has-been-in-for.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-1497998027071237308</id><published>2009-01-13T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:45:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are many types of friends you meet in your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By order, obviously, the ones who are most important are those who understands you the best. knows what you're thinking even when you're silent, completes your sentences before you do, reprimands you appropriately, be physically and emotionally there for you, gives logical advice when you're not thinking clearly. they sometimes get pissed off cos you dont do things for them, or when you don't return the favour because you think it's alright. But that's only because they would be willing to do the same for you, what they expect out of you. there's no need for flashy cards, expensive presents or posting super alot of photos online for the world to see, because between you and them, you all know where the other stands. the priceless memories lies within the mind, it is etched onto your memory. surely it must be gratifying to see photos cos they are evidence of times spent together, but really, when i shut my eyes at night i can visibly see and replay the happy times i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someome who doesn't label her friends, or like to, I would say that my favourite person is The Annoying One called &lt;strong&gt;yeosuikim. &lt;/strong&gt;she's like..more than a zhi1 zi3. i can see us growing up together, crying over bastards who will break our hearts, climbing up the cooperate ladder (not together cos she's damn anal what if she becomes my boss!?), watching her getting married (?!), touchwood hospitalised, seeing each other through mid-life crisis, having kids at the same time, bitching abt our kids, discussing which ways are the best punishments to torture them, rushing for sales together omg so auntie, GOING ON HOLIDAY TOGETHER!!! OMG cant wait. i dont know if she feels the same. but as long as i feel this way i am not going to fail her as a friend. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway if there's anyone disappointing me it's her lor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far-fetched? yeah i reckon. i actually think im damn useless la all those things that i hold on to all fail me. even the most valuable of friendships i cherish before all those shit happened. im so weird in a way. people have goals eg get scholarship go overseas study/ be close to family/ have so many abilities and achievements/ er i dunno have 100 000 photos and friends on facebook AND i just want to have really good friends. i think im insecure, esp with the recent turn of events at home. the only constant now is friendship. that's all i have left which no one can take away from me. while i have made mistakes in the past, like shoving my face in friends' faces when they evidently dont need or want me around, im sorry i guess that was the time when i was bolder but i really am sorry cos i cringe at myself too. ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE FRIENDS!!! HAHAHA OMG. that sounds so like sth val would say. but i do have other goals now though. i am going to study hard and study overseas for uni. i am going to leave this shithole of a place and live my own life. if i can i'll migrate when i have the means to. there is so much possibilities overseas you know. &lt;strong&gt;so much. &lt;/strong&gt;while i discovered this i made a grave mistake and left behind an object close to my heart but i would be even more miserable if today i am typing here in this messed up position without seeing so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are good friends, those who accompany you everyday and yet you neglect them in some way or another. these friends are &lt;strong&gt;ke xin, val and ruiling &lt;/strong&gt;thanks alot for making school more endurable esp today at math!! haha these people make me laugh at the weirdest things and im thankful for friends whom are on the same frequency as I am. it's really hard to be yourself if you laugh at things which the majority doesnt find funny and you get weird looks in class. or elsewhere. Ke xin for shouting advice to me (: thanks ah but dont mind lower your voice a little thanks. Val for random shitass funny comments and making us laugh and getting us into trouble and still insisting BUT ITS FUNNY WHAT?! when the teacher is obviously seething. although i know i am not a super good friend or anything to any of you two but i still am thankful for us being not bad friends cos seriously i think i will kill myself if i have to attend school myself. obviously, compared to your other friends we are not &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;close but all my laughing moments in school has your two faces in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the other kind of good friends, whom you dont see everyday but during the time you spend together you enjoy yourself and you'd wish you all were closee. like, my trackkies! we've come very far and im proud to say we're close. even though there are preferences to talk to certain people it doesnt make anyone uncomfortable i hope. training without all of you would be zzz go home and sleep la. since changyi says i always look like i just woke up anyway. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you have friends, or rather, acquaintances, who are nice depending on the weather. sometimes you talk sometimes you don't. and then there are friends of asquaintances, who confuse you just the same. so then, how exactly are you supposed to react? put on a paperbag instead. honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most intriguing ones, positively or negatively, are those who have left their footprints in your lives previously but have moved on. but of course the whole point of talking about things like that is to point out that you're a pathetic loser still hoping things will get better when the opposite party is evidently shutting you out. Then how? my mom would say, cry lor. yes very helpful. actually she gave me a very logical piece of advice in chinese:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;合得来就好，合不来就散。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;translation: if you're friends then good for you. if you're not then forget it break it and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this easier said than done. many times i question myself whether what i am doing is worth it, while the logical part of me screams at me HELL NO? the softer part of me always, &lt;strong&gt;always &lt;/strong&gt;fking give in and go, oh, just try again, who knows what might happen this time. should i care so much for me friends? i dont want to turn around, look behind me one day and realise im all alone on this path. i cringe at mysef for the words i speak just to get an a decent answer. i've really put aside my pride and face just to make an effort this time. and every time i think of this situation i question all my other friends. are you worth it? what makes you so special from the rest? are they worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fucking sec1 to be bothered by shit like this. i know. i &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; weak. im not denying it. am i not good enough a friend for you? even to friends who have disappointed me time and again and the dynamics of our friendship is complicated, i still brace it and look past that. &lt;strong&gt;on the account that we used to be such good friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't you? or do i disgust you that much you're too ashamed to be my friend. you said you dont want to regret these two years. i hope after you graduate and i can finally be out and away from your face everyday, i hope you don't regret. but by the looks of it..i don't think you will. i don't want you to regret. payback's a bitch. that is why i keep trying. for the good times we had. or maybe, just maybe, i still think you're the same old you when in fact you've changed. deep deep down inside, beneath all the make up, fake eyelashes, fashionable clothing...somewhere in the very inner core, i still believe that you are a good person. i refuse to think that you are so heartless and mean. but i guess that is my own demise. it's so conflicting. how can you be as i believe you to be when in person you're a heartless mean _____ whatever, you're being mean just because you can? i can be mean just because i can too haha ask sk she knows very well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am fking shit stupid when everyone and half of myself has seen through you and told me to forget about you but the other half of me still dangles. i mean how bad can my judgement be right? i see valuable things in my friends. in each and every one of them. every friend is different. different in their own ways. no one can ever replace another, nor will two friendships be the same. i am guessing that you dont care and sometimes i worry not for my own welfare but for you because (as my classmate Liki once said very wisely to my other classmate Jonlim,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe in karma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so shitty here you know. and i dont want that to ever happen to you. i sincerely hope that your friends are good enough for you, or as least as good as you are to them. And that no friend ever breaks your heart, bitches about you or makes you feel bad about yourself. i think if there was any purpose for me to cross paths with you is to let you know how a true friend can be. and im glad that you've found many at the same time. i hope i had been a good enough friend for you in the past because you were one to me. maybe i hadn't, that's why this is happening. good god. i could go on forever. but i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for me to try my very best and just. relinquish the memories. it's not easy you know. it' s those in my memory which are the hardest to erase. sometimes i wish i could cut my head open and take them out. or, OR HAVE A PENSIVE TO PUT THEM INTO HAHAHA stupid hp fan. and also the Anger, when i defended you from some many of them who felt you weren't good enough a friend for me. or that i was "cool" back then so we became friends. okay la so now im a nobody in school not cool anymore so we cannot be friends?! that's so fucking stupid im sorry i ever thought of that. i dont know whether that's true. Anger because i feel that you've failed me cos i've got your back covered then, and now with cringing regret you choose to let me go instead. maybe i am not all &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;much afterall. no wonder it's so easy for you to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams? yeah even when i havent pondered for a long time, when i sleep at night you suddenly pop by and say hi. WHAT THE FUCK? i didnt even think of you! and you still invade me in my dreams. dont make it sound as if oh it's so awful, to have " bad" me pop up in your dream, hey hello im telling you now you're no better okay. sk says she should get me a dreamcatcher cos i have very bizarre dreams. it's funny though; in my dreams i can see your face very clearly and even hear you laugh even we havent talked for months but when im awake and conscious..behind my shut eyes your face is blurred. stupid dreams include playing floorball,your specs falling off your nose (you dont ever put them on in school anymore) eating in the canteen etc. bad dreams include shouting, hearing you repeat mean words. screaming. amongst other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am damn gross right. i sound like some fucking stalker who can't get over a simple thing like ignoring a friend but it's really hard to avert my gaze like you can. perhaps you should teach me soon. then we can all practise for the year left instead of you going, OMGGG, GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!! (haha rmb you and jamie were laughing at the online ads.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then. you were a special friend, and no one will ever replace you. hopefully, just hopefully, one day i will not recall a thing. (but omg dont let me go into coma just for this, karma!) or i can glance at you without cringing. while i figure out why this has happened and just sweep it under the rug after, even till then i will foolishly still think that you were my first best friend i ever had. FIRST BEST FRIEND LEH!!! WHAT THE HELL! sk dont be jealous i will react the same should anything happen between us. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sounds like, Elegy for my Friend, Who Is Not Yet Dead.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i amuse myself. maybe i can be well off without friends afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wasn't a best friend to you then. that's so sad, unrequited friendship. omg. sounds like Love Actually the part with keira knightley, the guy wrote on large placards (sth) EVEN WHEN YOU LOOK LIKE THIS (flashes wrinkley old woman)..TILL THEN, MY WASTED HEART WILL CONTINUE LOVING YOU. whoa so sad. damn drama la i should join players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no la. i think and i should stop caring about you one day. but maybe not so soon. so if you ever need help which only i can offer, i'm here. (: i hope i didnt scare you into thinking im up to sth else. or that i'm a clingy friend. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your friends would advice you to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;but only &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; have known me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like what i've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i get the most out of talking to myself. just like cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-1497998027071237308?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/1497998027071237308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/1497998027071237308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-are-many-types-of-friends-you.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-8502202288024044291</id><published>2008-06-29T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:13:41.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can feel the rain in the air, pregnant and ready for a downpour, yet somewhat stagnant, don't know waiting for what, the lightning flashes reminding me of War of The Worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainy days used to make me real happy, but now it just makes me feel sadder and sadder, stupid rising lumps in my throat, did i mention i dropped a 10kg weight on my fourth finger? now it's swollen, purple, dont know if i broke it, don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told me to give you a call, but i don't think so, perhaps in the past i would have, but now whenever my fingers hover over the dial button, i think of how you actually don't need me and don't want me there, i cringe and then press cancel, remembering how apt you are at averting your gaze, at insisting that you have more important things to attend to (opp cost) and other friends to be with. amongst many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast on mondays. sigh ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-8502202288024044291?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/8502202288024044291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/8502202288024044291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-feel-rain-in-air-pregnant-and-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-7371059993625998536</id><published>2008-06-24T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:07:48.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in that instance i &lt;strong&gt;finally &lt;/strong&gt;realised &lt;em&gt;why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;same eyes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;same brows,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;same nose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-7371059993625998536?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/7371059993625998536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/7371059993625998536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-that-instance-i-finally-realised-why.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-4432815715269147704</id><published>2008-06-06T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:29:46.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;one love, don't you chase it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one life, don't you waste it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one trust, one trust,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you knew just how to break it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Trust, The Last Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain Somebody and i are just talking right now, it's quite scary how much we're so similar. i think, i think we both need someone to reciprocate our concern, sensitiveness and company, with an equal touch of humour, well we'd be fine and dandy. it's quite fucked up, how one can keep trying to talk to, or keep up with, a certain someone yet get blocked out because the person has moved on, has a new main concern now (person/thing), while we're left grasping air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at the clinic, my dad met a Qigong friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty: oh, this is your daughter ah?&lt;br /&gt;ros: rolls eyes but smiles sweetly&lt;br /&gt;dad: yes. siblings overseas so she's the only one at home now (i dont know why the hell he said this)&lt;br /&gt;aunty: OH, so now can party ah?&lt;br /&gt;dad: does elaborate hand wave in hair&lt;br /&gt;ros: HURHUR YEAH RIGHT, GAGS AND DIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;you used to make me smile entirely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-4432815715269147704?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/4432815715269147704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/4432815715269147704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-love-dont-you-chase-it-one-life.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-7800259789087349863</id><published>2008-05-23T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:56:11.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was really looking forward to this june hols, i had started planning since the last dec hols, haha.&lt;br /&gt;so much for appeasing that nagging voice in my head, to constantly look into the future, to try and bring a sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;now i reach forward, i grasp air.&lt;br /&gt;this sick, sinking feeling from the heart travelling all the way to the pit of my stomach, it's all too familiar. it's like climbing the high elements rope course at camp, how i was all gung ho and sure that i could breeze past it, but when i was climbing the ladder the wind blew and the structure started swaying, this sudden panic attack took over my heart started thumping i was all..omg i dont want to do it, just want to get my ass down on the ground. same thing happened while i was on the third log, the next step required me to leap, and i just stoned there on the log, not afraid of what i needed to do, rather, the same feeling attacked my heart again, the one that made me sick all the way down my stomach, made my palms sweat. the feeling of..being lost. knowing what i had to do, yet not knowing how to do it, even though i've seen how it's been done and damn it it seemed all too simple, but i just zoned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that leaves you lost, like a fucking dementor had sucked out your soul, your knees start to buckle, the one you feel when you leap off a building, facing the sky parallel, your arms outstretched, your eyes shut. with the knowledge of what will happen, gnawing at the back of your head, yet you dont know, unsure of how to approach the nxt step. just. lost, la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinking feeling. like how i felt when i got 35/100 for higher chinese in pri sch, and had to endure the rest of the day to the time where i'd get lambasted at home. bleak, that's how it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep most of my thoughts to myself, esp when they are in incomplete cicles, it's awfully hard to try and express them, no, not when my only listening ear has turned the other cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get yourself together, do it because this will go on for a while. waiting for the old state of mind to return, guess my defence mechanism's still alive and kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavy heart. looks like it's another night of staring at the ceiling, knowing i should sleep try to sleep yet it evades. how to get myself to sleep? i dont know. if i knew, it would make this shit pass me by like breeze. but i'll keep trying. because i'm supposed to, quotes, move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-7800259789087349863?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/7800259789087349863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/7800259789087349863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-really-looking-forward-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-3287773165779789853</id><published>2008-04-16T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:52:12.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i've taken a new interest in blog-hopping, kind of from a voyeuristc view minus the sexual derivations. voyeurism= practice in which an individual derives &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Sexual pleasure" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sexual_pleasure"&gt;sexual pleasure&lt;/a&gt; from observing other people.what the hell la what receiving sexual pleasure from observing other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you realise that, how some people have very occupied lives yet they seem to be happy. or, well at least they have something nice to look forward too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-3287773165779789853?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/3287773165779789853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/3287773165779789853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-ive-taken-new-interest-in-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-4295852636125185711</id><published>2008-04-10T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:17:59.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pink cards and flowers on your window,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your friends all plead for you to stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes goodbye's the only way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in desperate need of new muse.&lt;br /&gt;a pet, lover, best friend whatever i dont give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;just. need to stem my concern and stop CARING SO MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-4295852636125185711?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/4295852636125185711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/4295852636125185711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2008/04/pink-cards-and-flowers-on-your-window.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-6661418090957439866</id><published>2008-02-20T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:35:14.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sometimes Anna and I could provide comfort for each other. She developed a theory that our lives were so awful because our guardian angels had gone on sabbaticals, and that currently we were being minded by temps who took no pride in their work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! i found this quite funny. it's from a book im reading right now. it's known that reading/writing helps you cope with whatever negative emotion that a person is feeling. since i cant write i chose reading instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot that i had a blog. like i used to write in it religiously everyday, then novelty wore off and then it stopped and now im just ranting to myself. some pathetic shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday soon you'll be the person whom i'll bump into on the streets a couple of years from now, say hi and exchange a couple of shop-talk lines, then scurry off with whoever i'm with thinking, &lt;em&gt;well, that was sufficiently awkward. &lt;/em&gt;then whoever who was with me at that time will ask, &lt;em&gt;who was that?&lt;/em&gt; and i'd say, &lt;em&gt;oh, we went to school together. yeah. we used to be close. &lt;/em&gt;i can see it happening, cos by the look of things that's where we're headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as you're sick of me and tired of trying HERE'S NEWS FOR YOU: im stoned. i cant believe i dont matter to you at all. it's hard trying to talk to you, catching up with you when you dont give a shit. yeah you say you dont know how to go abt it, well i guess now you dont have to think so hard trying to answer me. haha it's always me who's the bombarder. questioning, questioning, questioning. insensitive. i'm sorry, and i feel so sorry that it's actually ending like this. seems like i underestimated, we are &lt;strong&gt;shallow&lt;/strong&gt;. i didnt see that one coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will be the first to know if you got in?&lt;br /&gt;not i.&lt;br /&gt;who will be there for your draining practices?&lt;br /&gt;not i, because you're shutting me out.&lt;br /&gt;who will you confide to at the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;not i. because i wasn't there. i was, but you didnt notice. you chose the others above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sinking to an &lt;em&gt;associate, &lt;/em&gt;much less a good friend. hell. you probably wont even want to be associated with me, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch up with you in a couple of years, then. on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;see how.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've tried.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-6661418090957439866?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/6661418090957439866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/6661418090957439866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-anna-and-i-could-provide.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-5785738136983978912</id><published>2008-02-09T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:37:43.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO IM BACK! for like, a one night stand.&lt;br /&gt;jiaomei asked me to blog. actually, i dont like my layout anymore. but i dont know how to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what there to blog about..my life is mundane. cept for this certain classmate of mine who is, so WOW, you'd get blown off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya. nothing much to say bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-5785738136983978912?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/5785738136983978912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/5785738136983978912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-im-back-for-like-one-night-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-4749454096035754511</id><published>2007-10-29T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:17:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was walking home, nearing the street, when this strange foreign man in his early 40s gave me this beam from across the street. he was getting into his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man: BEAM BEAM BEAM (he is holding a shocking pink backpack.probably originated from a toddler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ros: (&lt;: hmm uhhhhhhhh..) smile smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man: WOW you've grown really tall! so big now huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ros: oh. oh haha yeah i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?!?! what the hell. he seemed quite friendly though. maybe he's some distant family friend. but my parents confirmed that he didnt sound familiar. perhaps a paedophile. a disorientated paedophile, seeing how difficult i would be to abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either im stupid, or the emath paper was slightly challenging?! it's supposed to be easy. like close one eye still can do. i think im stupid la. since it's E for Elementry math omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange revelations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-4749454096035754511?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/4749454096035754511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/4749454096035754511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-walking-home-nearing-street-when.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-5741857431242286502</id><published>2007-10-27T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:53:17.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there was this once when you were quite nice,&lt;br /&gt;once when i thought you were decent,&lt;br /&gt;but right now you're really just being a fuckhead. i must have been blind. the kind of take-one-step-and-get-impaled-by-a-pole kind of blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a postcard from my sister! (: hope she's doing alright.&lt;br /&gt;okay back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-5741857431242286502?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/5741857431242286502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/5741857431242286502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-was-this-once-when-you-were-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-9139367098565890710</id><published>2007-05-14T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T14:52:28.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at first i thought someone had hacked into my blogger account, i went through so much trouble trying to log in. hmm. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i dont think i'd be blogging anytime soon, probably for the rest of the year HAHA so uh. i wish you a good life bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-9139367098565890710?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/9139367098565890710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/9139367098565890710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-first-i-thought-someone-had-hacked.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-3312892924957121848</id><published>2007-04-08T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:20:09.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How To Differentiate a Paradoxic sentence (from one that's not):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an example of a paradoxic sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a liar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this sentence is true, as in i'm really a chronic liar, then it's false in the sense in saying that i am a liar. Because i lie and therefore cant possibly say that i'm a liar (the truth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;an example of a paradoxic sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PTM,wth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sentence is merely an expression of the ominous feeling that a certain 16 year-old is currently feeling because her parents have been asked to see her form teacher.  besides, when have PTMs ever been..positive. not the slightest intonation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-3312892924957121848?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/3312892924957121848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/3312892924957121848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-to-differentiate-paradoxic-sentence.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-6612174184991477445</id><published>2007-03-26T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T08:59:56.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mdm oehlers didnt turn up.&lt;br /&gt;zheng lao shi is on mc today.&lt;br /&gt;mrs chang is away on course.&lt;br /&gt;so is mdm toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in total, i think i have just english and chem lab today. :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-6612174184991477445?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/6612174184991477445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/6612174184991477445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2007/03/mdm-oehlers-didnt-turn-up.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-6713470032077366652</id><published>2007-03-25T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:12:23.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks chai ping, that was totally encouraging. ha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY jamie haha well done for the race! yay i hope you break your pb by nats, (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to get myself out of trouble zoooooooooomg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-6713470032077366652?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/6713470032077366652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/6713470032077366652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2007/03/thanks-chai-ping-that-was-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-117369544783654556</id><published>2007-03-12T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:30:47.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLEASE SEND ME ANY PICTURES THAT YOU HAVE, i have none. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-117369544783654556?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/117369544783654556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/117369544783654556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-send-me-any-pictures-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116998617048129945</id><published>2007-01-28T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:09:30.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 tests this week to tackle!&lt;br /&gt;gulp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116998617048129945?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116998617048129945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116998617048129945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2007/01/4-tests-this-week-to-tackle-gulp.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116945706292058756</id><published>2007-01-22T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:11:03.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay blog.&lt;br /&gt;:( im coughing and it is really uncomfortable. and my coughs always come in pairs, haha so werid. like coughcough,  coughcough, COUGHCOUGH. and then people will turn their heads in your direction and stare, im sorry la, havent you heard people coughing before. so absence from training, plus the what class management training on thurs (?! i remember last yr's trng) i think mr lim will bury me six feet under on friday when i finally turn up for trng. HAHA okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're sick, your homework accumulates unchecked and when you're well, you'd hope you were sick forever because there's soooooo much work!! gosh. less complaints, get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we celebrated yumei's birthday during recess!afterwards, someone dared nikki to step into the rubbish bin and she did!! haha omg come ask me for the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i handed in my zuo wen to lao shi, she said,&lt;br /&gt;"zhong yu &lt;strong&gt;poot&lt;/strong&gt; chu lai le hah?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116945706292058756?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116945706292058756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116945706292058756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116841561635534706</id><published>2007-01-10T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:53:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had the MOST HARROWING physics lab today. and to think that i was still complaining about having to draw straight-line graphs again after every lab lesson. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 1) BALLOONS and 2) some Graaf machine, and then we got to play with fire. okay maybe no, the objective was to experiment with static electricity and its effects, but we ended up playing with fire and burning the rope anyway. HAHA. the Graaf machine is one freak invention, it's like you hold this pole-like thing with a shiny round ball attatched to its head (kind of like a mini flag-pole) close to its mother round ball, and BIZZZZT! sparks fly. wa lao if a couple who were standing there playing with it..sparks would really fly. HAHAHA okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALLOONS! why did they have to include it in the experiment. i skipped that station anyway, HAHA! ying rong and jiayi made me touch/ hold it. i think im emotionally scarred for life. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the Graaf machine ( i think i've spelled it incorrectly) people were having fun with it!! i think you could actually perm your hair with that thing. your hair actually gets static electricity which passes through you, so when geri touched ruthika by accident, she got a SHOCK. HAHAHAHA. it was so funny to watch. i, on the other hand, stayed clear of it. at a safe, considerable distance at least. ying rong looked like a lei gong when she held that thing in her hand, haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, should have brought cams to video and take pictures. but i think it's be back to boring lab experiments soon, :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh they're 3 new sec1s joining us, one of which was quite hiong at ball and bulldozed me over. which is rather serious, dont you think. haha okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first pe of the year is tomorrow, BUT i think im going to do tennis first. HUR. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116841561635534706?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116841561635534706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116841561635534706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-had-most-harrowing-physics-lab-today.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116781461304720024</id><published>2007-01-03T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:56:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was the first day of school. school's in! excited now but novelty will wear off by the end of the month, i bet. novelty wears off pretty fast, huh. packeted drinks are now 50CENTS per packet, &lt;strong&gt;WHAT.&lt;/strong&gt; the canteen looks like a run-down make-shift messy primary school shack, so much for the re-vamp. ho hum. it was great to see everyone again, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usual, we got drilled the first thing in them morning. it served as a good reality check! hmm. the schedule got pushed forward again. so did our register numbers :/ hmm. oh and we got the same teachers again this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then something happened, which ruined it all. how enticing. jiayi was very nice to me, and showed me sth though i didnt tell her what. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't breathe! yeah, cos &lt;strong&gt;you &amp; your ego's taking up all the space. you actually had the nerve to say that, what the hell? hur. quite disgusted and aghast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that like angst. appropriate field left blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, helping out with the cca selection tmr. missing chem ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116781461304720024?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116781461304720024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116781461304720024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116766326815240522</id><published>2007-01-01T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:54:28.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am looking forward to school, despite all the totally mood-downswinging things like having to attend to &lt;strong&gt;certain &lt;/strong&gt;people and certain matters. how enticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but other than that, all's good! yay cant wait. but i bet after a few days, novelty will wear off and we'll wish for school to be out again. it happens every year. hmm :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great year, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116766326815240522?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116766326815240522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116766326815240522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-looking-forward-to-school-despite.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116739402908546642</id><published>2006-12-29T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:07:09.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOW TO LOG ON TO IVLE.&lt;br /&gt;my old id doesnt seem to work. :/&lt;br /&gt;how? i have a binomial worksheet waiting, which i just found out today, by accident.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, trng was v fun today, we did medicine ball (not the fun part) and HAND BALL! twice. actually i think our trng module needs a revamp. it's getting boring, nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it, it was the last trng of the year! like 2006. hmm. i hope 2007 would be more rewarding, not only at nationals but also the acheivement as a team? e.g may the distance between us and javs/discuses/shot puts growwww! oh no. which also means we have to walk more to collect them back. hmm but anything, anything for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to matrices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116739402908546642?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116739402908546642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116739402908546642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-to-log-on-to-ivle.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116722136754754769</id><published>2006-12-27T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T20:09:27.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trng was very enjoyable today! everyone had fun warming up and cooling down. the medicine ball throwing part was gross though. the wet moss from the wet court came into contact with the balls and eventually our hands and shirts and my CHEST because my partner aimed it there. haha my partner with the flaming red hot shorts. go figure yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm christmas has always been the same, it's just another day lo. i mean what else do you expect, haha we dont really celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will stop blogging soon, because there's nothing much to blog about, neither is there time. oh and ppl secretly read then never tag la sneaky sneaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love is all around.&lt;/strong&gt; or so says Love Actually, so i guess it's pretty much up to you whether to  LET LOVE IN! omg my goo goo dolls (i nearly typed google) cd. i miss it as well as the whom who has it. ): how you could you say that, omg heartbreak la. left you with no love = ?!?! me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116722136754754769?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116722136754754769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116722136754754769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/trng-was-very-enjoyable-today-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116709998160335088</id><published>2006-12-26T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:26:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current bane of existence = COMMONWEALTH ESSAY&lt;br /&gt;plus nyahaha everything else. how? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116709998160335088?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116709998160335088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116709998160335088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/current-bane-of-existence-commonwealth.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116702695845061248</id><published>2006-12-25T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:09:18.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kai yun wants to be mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;what kai yun wants, kai yun gets! by the way pau was in a drunken stupor last night, hearee hearee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116702695845061248?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116702695845061248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116702695845061248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/kai-yun-wants-to-be-mentioned.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116702097556159680</id><published>2006-12-25T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T12:29:35.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i watched LOVR ACTUALLY last night for the 2nd time, it's so sweeeeeeet. :)&lt;br /&gt;KEIRA KNIGHTLEY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;did i mention my mother has the same birthday as JUDE LAW. this friday! we are going to drink champagne yay perhaps i can drown myself with it and get liver failure then forget about everything else.&lt;br /&gt;sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but for now, let me say, without hope or agenda, just because it's chirstmas, (and at christmas you tell the truth) to me you are perfect, and my wasted heart will love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gives her a little thumbs-up and walks away. taking the boogie box with silent night getting fainter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly a tap on his shoulder. he turns. juliet has come down the path and gently kisses him on the lips. he smiles and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark: "enough. enough now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourtie scene in the show!! omggggg. ): i feel so sad for mark. i think this is eehui's fav scene too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is all around!&lt;br /&gt;bliss.&lt;br /&gt;i took the quiz, and apparently im a hopeless romantic.&lt;br /&gt;NYAHAHAH. does anyone wanna kiss me under the mistletoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116702097556159680?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116702097556159680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116702097556159680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-watched-lovr-actually-last-night-for.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116683558357353280</id><published>2006-12-23T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T08:59:43.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WASSSSSSUP SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;hello im at the airport in japan now. :D&lt;br /&gt;in the lounge, there isnt much to do in here though. i can see aeroplanes taking off from here! they're so huge. oh on my way here, most of the movies werent available so i hope i can watch them later. hai yo why is my tagboard so inactive.&lt;br /&gt;okay boarding time bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116683558357353280?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116683558357353280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116683558357353280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/wassssssup-singapore-hello-im-at.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116609127174740819</id><published>2006-12-14T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:14:31.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh me oh my.&lt;br /&gt;have you seen the LENGTH of the english module AND the history module? on ivle.&lt;br /&gt;?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;i got a &lt;strong&gt;shock.&lt;/strong&gt; cause for alarm? definitely. now we actually have to scroll down the page to finish viewing the whole module. geesh.&lt;br /&gt;most, probably all, of them are empty. for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116609127174740819?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116609127174740819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116609127174740819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-me-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116607105256382208</id><published>2006-12-14T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T12:37:32.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>basically two expressions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)   .____________. (&lt;--looks quite cute doncha think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take your pick,people! people, people, people. haha that reminds me of Raven. which i havent watched in ages. i want House too. and of course One Tree Hill! where, where gosh WHERE am i ever going to watch. haha and oh trng was quite as screwed as my hair is right now. &lt;strong&gt;salvation, &lt;/strong&gt;right here right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116607105256382208?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116607105256382208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116607105256382208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/basically-two-expressions-1-tt-slash-2.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116590325308449997</id><published>2006-12-12T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:00:53.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what i'm doing : getting ready to write the 5 journal entries for english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'm thinking of : sigh trng. and my finacial situation. current balance is STILL $0.15 nvm ros! it's okay you will have money soon. $)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i really want : to lie down on the marble floor and marathon vcds. e.g my one tree hill!! im so sorry i keep making you wait, but i think i wont have time to watch. arghhhh haha wth im apologising to the vcd?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please please please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116590325308449997?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116590325308449997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116590325308449997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-im-doing-getting-ready-to-write-5.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116576646436272712</id><published>2006-12-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:01:04.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really want to watch one tree hill season 2 by this hols. there's not much time left. :/&lt;br /&gt;i feel really sad for peyton, she's waiting for jake to finish doing his time in prison but it got increasingly difficult to part after visiting time was up so he told her not to visit her anymore, so sad right. typical lover-dover angsty cliche shit call it whatever you want but it's nice to watch k. here i am being indignant because some people think it's perm. refer to entry below for definition of perm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've finished watching CSI Miami S4 haha it's so exciting!i hope they nab antonio riaz. and i think axn's playing season4 actually, not season 5! i think la. most of the time i think it's this but it's that, so nvm ignore me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116576646436272712?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116576646436272712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116576646436272712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-really-want-to-watch-one-tree-hill.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116576260577375380</id><published>2006-12-10T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:56:45.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how would you feel, if someone took you for a ride, and secretly you're just being fed with false hope. i ate it all, _______&lt;--fill in your own word. wth i cant believe i'd actually fallen for that. so &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; omg. piss off, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay angst no more. haha! i miss alot of people. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH LA TKY. i know you're waiting to be mentioned. &lt;strong&gt;/waves`&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i had to go! btw i fell quite ..leh always kachiao you. when you're free, promise me to look for me! and not like..in the yr 2007. im leaving already for heaven's sake why dontcha DO SOMETHING! (coughbritneyspearscough) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;and meow and mare and nikki and yumeiiii and everyone else in the B.f :(&lt;br /&gt;and my classmates, e.g cass yingr geri jamie karen!&lt;br /&gt;and suikim, melly, shuhui huiyi!&lt;br /&gt;and, and i've a piece of mind to tell you off.&lt;br /&gt;you PERM,&lt;br /&gt;(Potential Eye-Rolling Material.)&lt;br /&gt;urgh. you bring arthritis to my bones, not flesh to my bones.&lt;br /&gt;GUN NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;literally get lost into the night this time round, cheat my feelings you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116576260577375380?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116576260577375380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116576260577375380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-would-you-feel-if-someone-took-you.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116547265723716444</id><published>2006-12-07T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:24:17.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELP!&lt;br /&gt;can i upload the whole file onto shutterfly? if not..upload pic ONE BY ONE AH?! i think i will die in mid-click. haha okay so how? i have some short videos right, can hear all of you all in the background haha so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116547265723716444?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116547265723716444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116547265723716444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/help-can-i-upload-whole-file-onto.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116523123340359013</id><published>2006-12-04T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T19:20:33.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i know what's happening, what you're trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;nice try,&lt;br /&gt;but im ahead of the game.&lt;br /&gt;good riddence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116523123340359013?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116523123340359013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116523123340359013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/12/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116480920194467164</id><published>2006-11-29T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T22:06:41.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pau is back, pau is back!&lt;br /&gt;ring the bells, raise the flag!&lt;br /&gt;make a spread, pull the mat&lt;br /&gt;and we can all have a nice chit-chat.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only in effect if you read this on thursday, HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116480920194467164?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116480920194467164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116480920194467164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/11/pau-is-back-pau-is-back-ring-bells.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116471478519840929</id><published>2006-11-28T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:53:05.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we threw for 2 &amp; a half hours today.&lt;br /&gt;:/ whoo, brace yourself for aches when you wake up in bed tmr morning, ros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;c'mon, there ought to be more to it that &lt;strong&gt;this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even i can do better!&lt;br /&gt;and my brother's like sigh. hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, B.F! when is our gathering, i hope it's sometime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116471478519840929?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116471478519840929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116471478519840929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-threw-for-2-half-hours-today.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116462335896561756</id><published>2006-11-27T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T18:29:18.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like &lt;strong&gt;lips of  an angel&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;it's a &lt;strong&gt;song&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips of an Angel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late,&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you crying is everything okay&lt;br /&gt;I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I,never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And yes I dreamt of you too&lt;br /&gt;And does he know you're talking to me, will it start a fight?&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't think she has a clue&lt;br /&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and beautiful love, by The Afters, thanks to yumei! :D yay.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, why does this guy complain that she calls him co late. i mean, like at least he &lt;strong&gt;gets&lt;/strong&gt; a call right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my dad just asked me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ni yao dang ge xing ah."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116462335896561756?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116462335896561756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116462335896561756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-like-lips-of-angel-its-song.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116461878356096599</id><published>2006-11-27T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:13:04.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont know, dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i used to say that alot last time. as though it was my default answering machine.&lt;br /&gt;and after dinner on saturday, i realised that many ppl visit/read my blog but they dont tag! no evidence whatsoever. i think i've too much of csi. and my onetrehill season 2 is  still waiting patiently for me on the shelves of HMV, wait for meeee! point is, i think that happens to other ppl too. i mean the tagging thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after you've had your fun, your past catches up with you slash looks your up, (whichever comes first) then you just abandon the present and try and salvage what's left of the past? huh?!? what's happening, question mark. im sure you've had your fun, i knew this would happen, but omg where's your conscienceeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday's an important day! PAU is coming back, so is sui kim and my SISTER! i hope she's having fun at bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;correction: MARE and not meh, HAHAHA omg eehuiii! :P&lt;br /&gt;                    val= very angry leaf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116461878356096599?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116461878356096599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116461878356096599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-know-dont-care.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116428536506031557</id><published>2006-11-23T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:36:05.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i learnt that female horses are called mehs. like huh?! right. i dont know. kai yun told me. HAHAHA that's enough to make it dubious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means, how many mehmehs jumped over the wall?&lt;br /&gt;=how many valencias jumped over the wall&lt;br /&gt;=HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!! omg. imagine val neighing and jumping over walls. so maybe nxt yr when we see val, she'd be jumping over the hedges e.g from outside the GO to the quadrangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWYAY, KAI YUN'S LEAVING FOR JAPAN TMR, ): .&lt;br /&gt;and i was invited to go thailand w my aunt+uncle but i turned it down! i know why, then i thinkthink then dont know why. oh well. okay reply tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaiyun: you kai pau, dump me at the sight of your mother you mama's girl. /slaps you with a lazy susan. i WILL get to see the video, just you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eehui: !! :D hellooooo. what STRANGE picture, we could sell it to his ang mog gf/admirer/crush/whatever else and earn $$ yay. so i happened to see ee yang's combi, 3sci! just like her sister. oh and ask kaiyun to tell you abt the dai ee long thing. OH and beaches, HAHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;val: your letter's rotting on my table. quick collect. and who's stephen beng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choonmin: hey i've NO idea what you're talking abt you know! as in seriously question mark. Oh cos you said "i see it i see i see it!!!" uhm, see what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nikki: HAHA yay a pouce! happy (: happy feet. /wriggles toes` HAHAHA super tiny bikini. so nikki. wear one for me please!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll talk abt yesterday, tomorrow! or maybe later. haha did i confuse you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116428536506031557?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116428536506031557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116428536506031557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-i-learnt-that-female-horses-are.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116411698690298509</id><published>2006-11-21T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:49:46.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHERE ART THOU, MEOW. ):&lt;br /&gt;did anyone know that eehui plays the piano?! betcha didnt know that! more of..paws the piano.&lt;br /&gt;okay so Pau should be..Phosphorus+ Gold. P+ Au= PAu (:&lt;br /&gt;what happened in Shanghai, stays in Shanghai!&lt;br /&gt;NIKKI!! pls send a pounce on me now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im gng to sentosa tmr!! havent been since like what, in p4?! question mark exclaimation mark. SO YES my question is, do you think beaches are romantic? pls start a forum on my tag board HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, by the way that close up shot of the hottie w/o the beanie at Lingering Garden, was taken by ME! haha sorry la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116411698690298509?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116411698690298509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116411698690298509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/11/where-art-thou-meow.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116399963172962463</id><published>2006-11-20T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T13:13:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back to blog, because my brother has agreed to fetch my sister and i to dental later. which means we can leave later, insted of 1. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO! i told kaiyun that im making a trip down to the National Dental Centre, and she went :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHA omg can you tarPAU er advanced toothpaste for me please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i told her that i'll steal the whole cleaning machine (including polishing power and drill bits) for her. she requested that i make it portable so that she can carry it around with her anytime, anywhere. INSANE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im not having &lt;strong&gt;shanghai&lt;/strong&gt; withdrawal symptoms! i miss the B.F though. do you think some years down the road, we'd look back and think omg so stupid, we'd actually called ourselves The B.F! acutally, B.F can stand for many things. BoyFriend. Bitch-Fit. Best Friend. Banana Fruitcake. (did ee hui just eeeee-d at the banana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i must say that your guys really made the trip worth remembering. imagine day2, when we didnt know each other YET, the monotonous classes and strange surroundings (not to mention gay students) i dont think i'd have survived. so thanks alot to you guys- &lt;strong&gt;ky, jj, yumee, nikki, val, eh, (OMG HAHA) cm,jc,sock. &lt;/strong&gt;yay go figure! (: you all are my greatest takeaway from this trip. and not some rubbish cultural exchange thing i wrote in the jin ru shou ce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ky, &lt;/strong&gt;who has a fetish for brushing teeth?! 4times a day WHOA. one night, we brushed teeth tgt at 810 and she refused to let me spit out the paste. because i didnt brush long enough, according to her. ALIAS : pau, shit, that's abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jj, &lt;/strong&gt;who,according to the above mentioned, looks like a korean! jj is nice and sweet okay but she's really LOUD. she and &lt;strong&gt;eh &lt;/strong&gt;both have 1000decibal laughs/exclaimations. AND she swears alot! e.g BLOODY HELL. i swear i just heard again in my head. esp when you're using the vacuum cleaner! I MEAN hair dryer. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ym, &lt;/strong&gt;yumee! has the most soothing nice voice anyone's ever heard. well at least for &lt;strong&gt;ky&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;sock&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA you were really tickled when you told me abt ky's lollipop incident, do you know? your face was pink. HAHAHA PINK. -points`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nikki, &lt;/strong&gt;heartbreaker. ): haha no la actually nikki's nice and sweet! okay so everyone has been nice and sweet. this girl tried to dao me lah i was :/ ?! OH AND. she is REALLY HYPER. whoooo like a hurricance wind, pounced on me and ky omg. go ask val. ALIAS: she has alot of names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;val, &lt;/strong&gt;/NEIGHS` announces her arrival. hello do you realise that we ate your species at the table that day. :/ HAHA.  when she tsks, her eyes grow bigger for a moment. and really, i swear by the bei snap clap oath that she looks like a horse when she sleeps. ALIAS: valerie (?!) horse. ah ma. linda c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh, &lt;/strong&gt;EH!! eeee huiiiii!!!! (: omg ee hui's VERY VERY CUTE. esp at night. eehui, pls turn into nightmode now now now! AND HAHA, SHE THINKS SHE HAS SECRET STARING POWERS. she tried to stare me awake that night, omg soemthing nearly happened. thank goodness ky was there to stop it. yo yo you wallpaper material! ALIAS: the Autistic, felix the cat (?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cm, &lt;/strong&gt;i doubt you'd see this but HEY, thanks for providing us with tissue paper always. (: it was interesting to watch you/nikki/yumei play cheekopa like you guys made a living out of it. to a point that it scared me as well. to a point where others started copying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jc, &lt;/strong&gt;HAHAHA i'd never expect you to fall for a chainar boy. i hope you really did the survey thing, and be xy's z soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s0ck, &lt;/strong&gt;my roomate. woke me up at 620!! when breakfast's at 7. we were almost never late till i went to bunk with the others. haha SORRY. anyway, happy birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!! thanks for the bei snap clap, the cecelia pass-it-on, bei mian gatherings, B.F esp at suzhou! the tiara (im sorry abt it :( ), HD necklace (THANKS, i got harassed at the customs) OH the letters! you all were really sweet, in one way or another. it was great getting to know you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA valencia&amp;i were at first very, very amused at how kaiyun and jiajun kept bickering. over the most trivial of things. i think nikki and yumei make a very cute couple, yumei's always watching over nikki! oh and im sorry that i told pt that the nevermind abt the tiara cos it's cheap stuff. ): omg. it means alot to me, even though it's uhm. you know. dont you think it'd very coincidental how its life ended. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no need to go get ready already. will blog laterrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116399963172962463?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116399963172962463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116399963172962463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back-to-blog-because-my-brother-has.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116399376867516289</id><published>2006-11-20T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:36:08.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO IM BACK FROM SHANGHAI!&lt;br /&gt;been there, done that. (:&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to blog abt it, but hey take a look at my blog. no one probably does, haha!&lt;br /&gt;will try to fix it up. till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bei snap clap&lt;br /&gt;beibei snap clap SNAP&lt;br /&gt;bei snap clap beibei snap SHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116399376867516289?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116399376867516289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116399376867516289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-im-back-from-shanghai-been-there.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116243820366160060</id><published>2006-11-02T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:30:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE SPARKLING WHITE AND SHINY TEETH NOW, thanks to the efficeint dentist who attended to me! oh man he was really nice. like what karen had told me earlier. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i really like this song right now, go listen to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dashboard Confessional - Stolen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watch the season&lt;br /&gt;Pull up it’s own stage&lt;br /&gt;And catch the last weekend&lt;br /&gt;Of the last week&lt;br /&gt;Before the gold and the glimmer have been replaced&lt;br /&gt;Another sun soaked season fades away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitation only&lt;br /&gt;Grant Farewells&lt;br /&gt;Crash the best one&lt;br /&gt;Of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;Clear liquor and cloudy eyed&lt;br /&gt;Too early to say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the ballroom floor&lt;br /&gt;We are in celebration&lt;br /&gt;One good stretch before our hibernation&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams assured and we all&lt;br /&gt;Will sleep well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch you spin around&lt;br /&gt;n your highest heels&lt;br /&gt;You are the best one&lt;br /&gt;Of the best ones&lt;br /&gt;And we&lt;br /&gt;All&lt;br /&gt;Look&lt;br /&gt;Like&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my&lt;br /&gt;you have stolen my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you have stolen my heart&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116243820366160060?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116243820366160060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116243820366160060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-sparkling-white-and-shiny-teeth.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116238367054684971</id><published>2006-11-01T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:13:15.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired of the same &lt;strong&gt;sick &lt;/strong&gt;shit happening over and over again. like a vicious cycle, sucking me deep beneath in its diabolical wrath. i dont want to be part of the scene. gooooo away, emo shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116238367054684971?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116238367054684971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116238367054684971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-tired-of-same-sick-shit-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116226845785382743</id><published>2006-10-31T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:20:57.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ho hum,&lt;br /&gt;conversations are actually running dry.&lt;br /&gt;or awkward.&lt;br /&gt;actually, both. they are besties. total besties!&lt;br /&gt;yuck i dont like the word bestie. looks like the word beatle. maybe not. beastie? if that's even a word. beastie rah rah voice, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look out of the window! the weather's my current mood. looking forward to trng cos it's a new scheme today so IT HAD BETTER NOT RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im kinda looking forward to Sunday, actually.&lt;br /&gt;i bet when i return it'd have all ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116226845785382743?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116226845785382743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116226845785382743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/10/ho-hum-conversations-are-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116226660050461168</id><published>2006-10-31T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:53:33.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel empty all of a sudden. c'mon, there ought to be more to it than &lt;em&gt;this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night i went to watch the opening night performance of Choral&amp;Drama Nite 2006. Someone was fashionably late, or rather, right on time, depending on how one perceives. Anyway i was taken back by the turn-out this year, considering it was the opening night of the show. No usual overcrowding till the people had to pile on the stairs or stand in the circle seats. Lights were off-beat and someone broke a vase on stage. :/ hmm. when the lights were out, there was this sudden flashback of us scrambling about on stage. oh, the good memories. somewhat blurred but definitely not forgotten. something else that was missing last night, was the rah rah hyped up atmosphere. perhaps what was lacking is a catalyst to stoke the atmosphere. it was nice though, to go through the motion once again and relinquish the pent-up whatever. (feelings, emotions, stones (haha) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was clearing my table earlier this morning, i came across the February 2006 issue of the National Geographic magazine. Featuring some love thing. Come borrow form me if you're interested! oh i remember i showed ying rong the front page and we both burst out laughing haha. this part is funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levels of serotonin (&lt;-- ?! i dont take bioooooooo!) in both the obsessives' blood and the lovers's blood were 40% lower than those in her normal subjects. &lt;strong&gt;Love and obsessive-compulsive disorder could have a similar chemical profile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: Love and Mental illness may be difficult to tell apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation: Don't be a fool. Stay away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116226660050461168?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116226660050461168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116226660050461168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-empty-all-of-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116187236428703704</id><published>2006-10-26T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:19:24.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great closure. from the cleaning, the many trips to the GO on housekeeping stuff, (i think OM Tan and the receptionist hates me HAHA) the touching bollywood movie to the level closure and school closure, it was great. esp level closure. it really took alot to say that on stage. since im not a very vocal person, (HAHA YEAH RIGHT), all of you will get your personal dedication in your xmas cards. okay? just pretend that we're back in the hall on the last day of school and im on stage reading it to you. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line: i appreciate &lt;strong&gt;all, i mean all &lt;/strong&gt;of you. you should know how heartfelt that was. i am a very sincere person. -nods`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; &lt;--- that, is how my eyes are at this moment. gonna sleep, night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116187236428703704?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116187236428703704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116187236428703704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/10/great-closure.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116159897884171257</id><published>2006-10-23T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:22:58.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA they were grooving to Tokyo Drift.&lt;br /&gt;KITAAAAAAAA`!&lt;br /&gt;survived 6 hrs of chinese today. lao shi gave us a break that was an hour long. that's even longer than lunch. and karen was trying to be funny. we laughed at her. the mock exam was uhm. hardly one. because we asked each other how to write certain words haha! oh got back SA results today.&lt;br /&gt;we have some wet game activity on Wednesday. I wonder what it will be like. we'd probably end up playing among ourselves&lt;br /&gt;okay that's about it. today was a fun day. everyone was happy.&lt;br /&gt;OH AND CASSANDRA CUT HER HAIR HAHA YO YO NEW KID ON DA BLOCK!&lt;br /&gt;you woodblock.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116159897884171257?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116159897884171257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116159897884171257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahaha-they-were-grooving-to-tokyo_23.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116131165476142829</id><published>2006-10-20T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T10:34:14.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have Epstein-Barr Mononucleosis!&lt;br /&gt;whoo, fancy name eh?&lt;br /&gt;i did some research on it, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most individuals exposed to people with infectious mononucleosis have previously been infected with EBV and are not at risk for infectious mononucleosis. &lt;strong&gt;In addition, transmission of EBV requires intimate contact with the saliva (found in the mouth) of an infected person.&lt;/strong&gt; Transmission of this virus through the air or blood does not normally occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?! but i havent been kissing anyone of late. hur : i think the doctor just contradicted himself cos he told me the virus is airborne, that i had probably got it from there. oh he also said that people of age 15-25 years are most prone to this illness. haha he said that in the course of recovering, patients are likely to feel &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt;. right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a fever, (according to the nurse who took my temperature) but i dont feel anything. OH AND NO PE FOR A WEEK. mr lim's gonna kill me, i think no one buys my story anyway. not that it's a story. it's epstein-barr monunucleosis. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's v mean, before she left for school she told me,&lt;br /&gt;" So tell me what the diagnosis is okay? Whether it's 3 months left, or 1 week.."&lt;br /&gt;mm yup. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my dad's worried that i'd spread it to my sister, "ta you A level leh!!"&lt;br /&gt;and he said that he speant yuan wang qian on the other doc yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;then he shouted at me.&lt;br /&gt;okayyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116131165476142829?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116131165476142829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116131165476142829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-epstein-barr-mononucleosis-whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116126151531682219</id><published>2006-10-19T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:38:35.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i know where that word came from. grah. haha. just when you think you out-smarted everyone else. well, you were nearly there! just nearly. if this is all about appearence, then i wouldnt be surprised if it ends soon. because, it's all superficial. nods head. man, that chinese comprehension must have knocked some sense into my head. which reminds me, we are going to write a zuo wen tmr. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad made me drink some disgusting concoction which apparently, according to him, cures the viral infection. according to me, it tasted horrible. i think it was the water that was used to cleanse the seaweed for dinner. grossssss &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dental appointment has been changed to 1nov. hello school has closed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goo goo dolls : Better Days !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116126151531682219?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116126151531682219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116126151531682219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-i-know-where-that-word-came-from.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-116074876110442561</id><published>2006-10-13T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:12:41.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's something wrong with my blog. since when did the control panel thing appear? and &lt;strong&gt;what &lt;/strong&gt;has occupied the space where my tagboard used to be. unwanted guests, shazham! go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, i swear that you are the bane of my existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i love you, i love you this crowd, sincerely from the bottom of my heart. you are a credit to your race!"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha woody allen's so ... in scoooooop. unless you have extra money to spend, don't catch that movie. or if you're in need of an urgent fix to oogle at the hot leads of the cast then go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch ONE TREE HILL and LOST and HOUSE and CSI (never-ending) and war movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/throws confetti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-116074876110442561?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116074876110442561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/116074876110442561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/10/theres-something-wrong-with-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-115519322334576331</id><published>2006-08-10T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:00:23.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks everyone i'm alone at home again. just like yesterday. dad just fetched mom to physio then go fix com w brother, sister's civil service club. like she's not even a civil servant la imposter! hahaha. Anyway, been reading through old emails. Wonder if those who sent them remember what they typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i logged into Friendster today too haha milestone man milestone. My sister thinks Friendster is stupid. Daddy thinks I don't need to see sinseh again but eh trng's starting and my ankle can't even hold half of my weight. His reason being, if you can walk, can already. yeah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if others have completed their essays. Round Ros and Jello Jamie are struggling here. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-115519322334576331?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115519322334576331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115519322334576331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks-everyone-im-alone-at-home-again.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-115409297771187847</id><published>2006-07-28T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:22:57.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's weird, because I'm alone with no one to talk to, and the two men downstairs are slumped on the sofa in front of the tv when I want to watch Scary Movie 4. Anyway today, during Chinse lesson, we had a fun time making short poems using the template given. Lao shi asked me why didn't I think of one, and i just sort of smiled sheepishly at her. Not everyone can convey what they think into words, you know. Amazing how some can do it, yes that i agree, but no need to raise an eyebrow at me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay. Most of the things that I see right now, I don't have a single clue as to what it's supposed to mean. And haha I think my england got abit of a pworblem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, this scene at OBS came into mind. It was that evening, on the third day I think, when we finally reached the shores at Pasir Ris after a whole day at sea. We were eating from mass tins, drinking canned soup, sitting along the dont know what's it called thing facing the sea. Far from everything else that probably mattered if we weren't there. And haha watching people washing their mass tins in the sea la omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how pointless History lessons have become, ever since Mrs Kuan went on maternal leave. Today, besides drawing out a mind map on the CCP-KMT rivalry thing, we discussed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers (the usual ones, poor them but HAH no sympathy there) and their history in NY&lt;br /&gt;(did you know what Mdm Mak has a first-class honours in MATHEMATICS?) come teach me man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that was basically it. Mrs Khoo wants to finish The Great Leap Forward in a lesson haha I wish her all the best. We'd just keep chattering. It's become more like a forum where indignant/maligned students gather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today Mrs Westvik taught us how to handle relationships and break-ups, all the emotional turmoil and whatnot. How the process is like a spirial, sucking you in with it to the bottom. I wonder if someone actually analysed it. Aiya this post has been incoherent and random. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading this phrase in Peoms Deep and Dangerous:&lt;br /&gt;Throw your fond into the pond&lt;br /&gt;or something like that hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm I hope it won't be R for remorse, regret nor resignation&lt;br /&gt;but resolution.&lt;br /&gt;Well how's that for starters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-115409297771187847?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115409297771187847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115409297771187847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-weird-because-im-alone-with-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-115373068702770322</id><published>2006-07-24T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T16:44:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm haha actually I'm starting to feel that keeping this blog is getting redundant. Once again. The math test was uh. Spectacular. Oh and we watched the Fox and Hound during lunch break hahaha. I'm feeling a little restless cos of my ankle, and I feel like I have a deficiency or soemthing because I can't run. Anyway, nevermind. you have to sprain an ankle to know how it feels..like there's a restriction. Okay going off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-115373068702770322?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115373068702770322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115373068702770322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmm-haha-actually-im-starting-to-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-115286884441978143</id><published>2006-07-14T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:20:44.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, if you really would want to put it specifically, the season's over. At least for us. (throwers) I think we need to evaluate our training method, because it really isnt fair for some unkown Girl X to dominate the Top 8 finals out of nowhere. Certainly passion and committment should be there, but if there's no motivation, for example say an improvement, it's difficult to be there. For those who just simply can't be bothered with training, and would rather rack their brains thinking of an excuse, then shit you. haha. i dont deny being one of those in the past, with no interest or whatever blahblah Mr. Lim had pointed out. But now it does matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-115286884441978143?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115286884441978143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115286884441978143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/07/right-if-you-really-would-want-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-115270059776819049</id><published>2006-07-12T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:36:37.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What doesn't kill you, makes you feel resigned.&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you, disappoints you.&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you, is enough to doubt what you've been doing all along.&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you, leaves you wounded.&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you, will come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to accept right about now, but do believe in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-115270059776819049?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115270059776819049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115270059776819049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-doesnt-kill-you-makes-you-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-115232930614025957</id><published>2006-07-08T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:28:26.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(whispers) Hello. This is bad. My voice has gone kite-flying and i can only manage whispering right now. I've tried talking, but all that comes out is nothing more than a whimper. HAHA! well at least i can laugh loudly here. Try that and it sounds like a dying person's last words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I raised a few eyesbrows at the qualifying on thursday. NOT surprised. Given that they didnt even &lt;em&gt;notice &lt;/em&gt;my presence at the previous competitions. like thanks alot la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cedar Coach had asked mr Lim,&lt;br /&gt;" Who's that girl ah? Where did come from? How come I didnt see her around before. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THANKS alot wenqi, how could you sneakily take a shot while i was trying to get some rest? I'll sue you for that. WELL at least now i know that the size of my coffin would probably be about the size of a Nanyang canteen bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My sentiments exactly, how could Mr. Tham suddenly popped out two topoftheTOP-notch discus girls. If I remembered correctly, when Wenqi and I asked Ms Yeo how he did it, (as in producing the girls la obviously) she just huffed and laughed it off. This is weird. Aren't people supposed to be good at what they're specialised in? And that thing about Mr. Lim comparing that to academic achievements, that's not even relevent, so what's the point. the &lt;strong&gt;point &lt;/strong&gt;is HOW HE TAUGHT THEM TO MASTER THE SPIN IN LIKE WHAT, 2 MONTHS. thanks for &lt;em&gt;subtly&lt;/em&gt; letting us know that we're low-tech. (literally, in technique)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere very far away...It wouldn't be my discus.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can't lose what you weren't even near to, much less got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-115232930614025957?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115232930614025957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115232930614025957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/07/whispers-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-115209144830935397</id><published>2006-07-05T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:24:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can roll my tongue, raise &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; eyebrows and move my ears! Perhaps I should join the circus and be the star of the freak show. like those mutants in x-men. hahaha. Uncle Jack just came in and asked how many eyes jiayi had hahaha cos he saw jiayi's crutches. then he said,&lt;br /&gt;" ta de yan jing ti ding shi kan di shang!"&lt;br /&gt;and i think he was very satisfied with what he said because he went off chuckling to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today, 'cept that we changed the sitting arrangement in the classroom. and it's discus qualifying tmr! okay going off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-115209144830935397?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115209144830935397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115209144830935397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-can-roll-my-tongue-raise-both.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-115200209388267036</id><published>2006-07-04T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:34:53.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*blows away dust and cobwebs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! i have decided to re-open my blog. till the next time i close it again, which is soon i think. Anyway, i was reading through the old posts and i must say it was interesting to re-live the old days after what, 1 year?! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mannn im sick. my head feels like a bowling ball. At other times it feels like feather. and my dad didn't believe that i was sick. he thought that i was OVULATING. like wth thanks, now everyone else in the family thinks there's nothing to be concerned about. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni lao le, wo gei ni ban li fan chi okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, we have BOTH english and chinese oral on the same day next Wednesday. I had 3 free periods today. Actually, the whole day was slack. and everyone was talking a little louder than usual. must be the fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered why i decided not to blog anymore the last time hahaha well. Do people feel down when they're sick? I guess their actions seem monotonous. But no hard feelings, surely?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-115200209388267036?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115200209388267036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/115200209388267036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2006/07/blows-away-dust-and-cobwebs-hello-i.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-112756136714058769</id><published>2005-09-24T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T19:29:27.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i just spent 15 mins on the phone answering this guy's survey. some marketing thing. and he asked, may i know your highest level of degree? i felt really stupid telling him PSLE. HAHAHA. like er..hmm. and when i otld him i was 14, i think he heard 40 cos he was like HUH?! why, did i sound too young even if i were 40. then after he finally finished, he was like i know your exams are aruond the corner, thanks for helping, any questions to ask? i was like HUH, er no haha thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fascinating how weird people out there are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-112756136714058769?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112756136714058769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112756136714058769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/09/haha-i-just-spent-15-mins-on-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-112674720458493187</id><published>2005-09-15T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T09:20:04.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we just did the quality of school experince survey thing.your answers would be kept confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha do they really expect us to believe them.&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming, everyone's studying. think i'd update only after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down in an earlier round&lt;br /&gt;and Sugar, we're going down swinging&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet&lt;br /&gt;A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-112674720458493187?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112674720458493187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112674720458493187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-just-did-quality-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-112408172345669794</id><published>2005-08-15T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:55:23.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello someboy; are you 91888129 as well? haha tell me then i'd know who you are.which that was it that you saw me in orchard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello SAM! yeah i didnt miss your tag la. HELLO. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sijie.I SAW THAT THING ALREADY.does she know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherm- POKES your eye for peeping.haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiaomei! yeah let's get married. mr 91888129 isnt my Mr. Right cos he didnt come look for me. :( i am so NOT sad.hahaha!are you still beeping over falala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-112408172345669794?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112408172345669794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112408172345669794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello-someboy-are-you-91888129-as-well.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-112238488072707362</id><published>2005-07-26T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:34:40.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sabbacticals : Storytelling, Philosophy for Teens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's taking us for storytelling?&lt;br /&gt;MRS HENG.&lt;br /&gt;she dressed in a pink top and pink bottom on monday, pink penguin.hahaha!and sicheng's in storytelling too.she kept playing with shuhui's Barbie.she made it do a bridge haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p for t.&lt;br /&gt;MS YEO.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur i laughed when she entered the room.she reminds me of..hahaha!better not say.she thinks we laughed at her deaf left ear but no.and then, she asked us what helps us make decisions, and i said influence.she gave me this look.hmm.what i meant was because of the person's environment and the people around the person,her thinking's bound to change one what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i dont even know what's going on, i dont know what to say. i havent asked why she's been like that.hurm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-112238488072707362?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112238488072707362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112238488072707362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/07/sabbacticals-storytelling-philosophy.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-112177076997914468</id><published>2005-07-19T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T19:08:11.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thankyou mellissa for treating me to a drink. i did treasure every sip that i drank haha. today mel surprised me with a chocolate cake!! awww. thank you mel. im touched. (: but then, priscilla had to spoil everything. after the bell rang for first recess, i was packing my things, when she came over and said " hey im going to popular! save a piece of cake for me ah!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMM how to pretend that i havent found out. then previously i asked sui kim whether she brought her digi cam cos we wanted to play with it and she answered, "huh i didnt bring eh. cos i didnt know today .. " er.okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the track meeting mr pedro played a video he compiled. showed us how they've improved with a year of training. haha allison looked exactly like kelly when she was sec 1! hope we do well for the finals tmr. good luck to our team! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was so sure about you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and yet i fell at the last hurdle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-112177076997914468?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112177076997914468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112177076997914468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/07/thankyou-mellissa-for-treating-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-112168219028000565</id><published>2005-07-18T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T18:23:10.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday huijin!&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i know that's kinda late, but still. thank you everyone who remembered! and VERA for baking me that cakepiething. so sweet of you. :) jie for the two tops and pig bookmark thing. aiya and everyone else la. love you all! love my class. and our play! lets do it. haha. kendra the durai. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-112168219028000565?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112168219028000565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112168219028000565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-huijin-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-112100139235759222</id><published>2005-07-10T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:16:32.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOOD LUCK FOR NATS EVERYONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-112100139235759222?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112100139235759222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/112100139235759222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-luck-for-nats-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-111836427050670557</id><published>2005-06-10T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T08:44:30.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi everyone (: im up early! anna wants to come over to print something.there is a cousin outing later on.i hope everyone can make it.yesterday, ber siyu and sui kim came over to do our art sia.and i can say that WE'VE FINISHED IT!flitterby flip flops.haha.made of styrofoam.no guarantee it'd stay intact.who cares man.nxt trng's nxt wk.meanwhile i should stay in shape.nods.i wanted to go for a long jog this morning.guess not.in the evening perhaps?jog it all out.tmr's siyu's birthday!and my mum's company family day.hoho.have a nice day everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priscilla estelle sijie! we need to meet up for om.the REPORT, remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-111836427050670557?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111836427050670557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111836427050670557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/06/hi-everyone-im-up-early-anna-wants-to.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-111776553102026469</id><published>2005-06-03T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:25:31.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT. YOU LIKE TO.MOVE IT!haha.5 of us went out ytd,watched that movie and we were late for trng.heh heh.sorry.ran four rounds as punishment!whoah.enough sweat to wash the toilet.haha what.nationals start in july.nods.must do well.my mum saw my timetable and she asked what is geog sia.as in she read it as sia.haha oh mummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-111776553102026469?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111776553102026469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111776553102026469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-like-to-move-it-move-it.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-111656691943376592</id><published>2005-05-20T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:28:39.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if my mum finds out that i stayed home twice this week, she's gonna blow for sure. on top of that, report books are going to be released next friday. am still trying to figure out a way to kill myself before then. beep. my computer refuses to let me enter gwen's blog. for the fifth time already, COME ON! hmm. was flipping through channels on the tv and saw mtv playing chinese music videos. flipped to channel 51 and saw eng music videos playing on that chinese mtv channel. im like er okay what how ironic. haha cherie's cute exasperated look suddenly just flashed into my mind. miss her alot. ): and i've yet to reply her letter. haha hmm. did this quiz thingo on my sister's blog. seems like we're so similar yet so different. weird isnt it.oh i saw tong hua on tv! haha. everyone seems to know it nowadays. off to cip now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-111656691943376592?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111656691943376592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111656691943376592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-my-mum-finds-out-that-i-stayed-home.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-111616727903619030</id><published>2005-05-15T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:27:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silent like the sound proceeding&lt;br /&gt;a cyclone&lt;br /&gt;Dont you know that&lt;br /&gt;powerful thinking&lt;br /&gt;can be a force you dont want&lt;br /&gt;to relinquish?&lt;br /&gt;Well dont you know that,&lt;br /&gt;they say hanging on will justify&lt;br /&gt;the wait?&lt;br /&gt;But patience and elated wisdom&lt;br /&gt;dont share a common phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont go making all these&lt;br /&gt;promises you know you cannot keep&lt;br /&gt;There's a time to play a king and a&lt;br /&gt;time to be a thief&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if you're making all these&lt;br /&gt;promises you know you cannot keep&lt;br /&gt;You know time will be the thief and&lt;br /&gt;your fallen king would end up alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because everything would come to a halt soon enough. or so i hope. my sister doesnt know if she wants to two weeks to zoom past or edge by. me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-111616727903619030?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111616727903619030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111616727903619030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/05/silent-like-sound-proceeding-cyclone.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-111599766888304212</id><published>2005-05-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:21:08.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: everything i wanted to talk about just melted away cos UH JIN told me to SHUT UP! haha no la. really &lt;3 talking to you. everything else just disappears and i start smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever find yourself alone in a dark place,&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by four red bloody walls,&lt;br /&gt;with no one beside you,&lt;br /&gt;dont worry,&lt;br /&gt;cos you're in my heart. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELTS. come rescue me with UHUH glue please.&lt;br /&gt;smiles. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-111599766888304212?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111599766888304212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111599766888304212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/05/everything-i-wanted-to-talk-about-just.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-111441072099279619</id><published>2005-04-25T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T14:32:00.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. sarah's testimonial is so funny. my baby is pinching hum her/his/its DINGDONG! no it aint. friendster does not allow users to upload pictures containing any form of pornography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are twitching faster than a rabbit does to its nose. DRYYYYY. its a good thing i can collect my new specs this afternoon! yes YES YES haha punch air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUHUA WAS SO FUNNY LAST NIGHT HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;daddy had to come and spoil everything then. he was like the show's unsuitable for me. see la jacky wu all your fault so SCANDALOUS TSK. even my dad knows. well well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WO YOU YI KE XIN&lt;br /&gt;MER MER!&lt;br /&gt;XIAN GEI YI GER REN&lt;br /&gt;MER MER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruhua:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream girl of every men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-111441072099279619?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111441072099279619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111441072099279619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/04/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-111405319553794604</id><published>2005-04-21T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T11:13:15.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a nice day (: had lunch at coro with cherie!we saw allison and jayce on the steps and we sat with them.talked with them while we ate.haha then we started telling jokes and freezing each other.i still remember this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allison: why is the maths workbook sad?&lt;br /&gt;dont know dont know dont know dont know&lt;br /&gt;allison: cos it has many problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA you should have seen the way she told it.so funny!and poor rrie was having some difficulty understanding some of the jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK THE TOILETBOWL ONE IS THE KING. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the jumpers came and we all sat together aft they ate for a joke session.HUIPING SO CUTE LA!!she was halfway telling a joke and she started HAHAHING already.and she spoilt my jokes!!ahhhhh.cherie too.bleh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we left at seven.cherie was severely late for home.heh oops im sorry rrie ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling my dad the taxi joke and he was all, haha so funny i have a stomachache now.&lt;br /&gt;thanks!i told my sister the mushroom joke and she laughed HAHAHAH.beiyu was funny too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DINGDONG.&lt;br /&gt;chem lab!&lt;br /&gt;IM PARTNERING PERLYNNE I DONT CARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-111405319553794604?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111405319553794604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111405319553794604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/04/yesterday-was-nice-day-had-lunch-at.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-111397197300818463</id><published>2005-04-20T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T12:39:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TSK.everyone's rushing to choose sabaticals.and like.the icon aint there AT ALL on ivle.wth?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello lao shi! haha your er 'funny' jokes froze me and the rest at least a thousand times when you were still here.hou lao shi's stoning us to death already.hou my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im doing first aid i think.HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this girl banging her table cos she got in.so what, i throw my com out of the window cos i dont?! what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-111397197300818463?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111397197300818463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111397197300818463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/04/tsk.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-111301810632495993</id><published>2005-04-09T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T11:41:46.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we talked last night and i suddenly realised that.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we're so caught up in our own worlds that we dont notice the small things that happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;the small things that actually amount to great deal if you stop to think about it, even greater than the current situation that goes on everyday.&lt;br /&gt;even greater than what you think matters to you most.&lt;br /&gt;and we all fail to notice it because we simply dont think it matters.but seriously, when we started talking bout all the small details, we realised that they &lt;strong&gt;do &lt;/strong&gt;mean alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating in class.sharing the food.trying to make everyone laugh but fail to.lunching together.then being late for class after break.most of the time, chinese.and liu lao shi's lessons always bring back the most memories, maybe because we often interrupt her with our cold jokes and qian bian wen da ti.&lt;strong&gt;but, do you all notice that she doesnt mind, and that she never fails to come up with one herself?&lt;/strong&gt;and the times we laughed the most was during chinese.what about those times when either of us got into trouble?like that time jiaomei took away mellissa's chair during history and she sat hard on the floor?everyone had a great laugh.or that time estelle broke a testube during mrs wong's class.or that time chang e wore her fbts the other way round during trng, twice.or that time we all scribbled on my piece of paper, and i still have it.to all of you they may be nothing, but to me, they're &lt;em&gt;sweet &lt;/em&gt;nothings that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i do remember the small things that everyone does, but it hurts when you bring it up and the person doesnt seem to have any recollection.everyone's so caught up.growing up isnt all about studying, or excelling in your own goals you know.you cant go around ditiching those who come in your way, or keeping to yourself because if you stop to help you'll loose out, neither do you pretend that everything's alright when its not.if you dont voice out, how do others try to help if they dont even know?you cant expect us to know on our own.what about some of us who &lt;strong&gt;do care?&lt;/strong&gt;do you know it gets frustrating when you have to keep guessing what someone's feeling/thinking because she refuses to express.but we still do simply because we care.or at least&lt;strong&gt; i&lt;/strong&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone went hey, you can always try again.how many actually do understand that it wasnt about winning?ive let myself down.it was under-performance.i let a chance slip through my hands.and now ive to wait; but to those who know how i really felt, i cant express myself on how thankful i am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said she feels hurt whenever she tries to find out more bout her sister's happenings but all she says is, why must i tell you?right, thanks alot.that really hurt.its not like we're not making the effort to try to understand our siblings.but its difficult sometimes, really.you think we wont understand because we're younger?but hey, you dont know.you dont know that somewhere out there, there's still someone here for you.i know sometimes you really dont feel like talking.dont you realise that its not that i have an attitude towards mum and dad?its just that i dont know what to say and they keep on probing.esp her.would you just look at her.oh oops you cant, cause guess what, shes away again.like im sorry she has to travel that much?we both know its difficult for her but shouldnt she too make an effort.or maybe we just dont notice.i dont know.but i do know that many years down the road and when we look back, i'll still be thankful (because i already am now) that i have a sister here to guide me through everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's flying to perth tomorrow morning.and this morning after sao mu ing at the place she didnt let me have breakfast w the others because apparently there's om later at 5 and six hrs of studying aint enough.hey, there's still sunday you know.and obviously you cant see it that i get my work done because you're away, so its a no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway its just breakfast would i stop harping on it.shes sorry she cant be here already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah these two voices keep talking in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;shes not treating you right and i feel wretched that i cant help.im sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;and years later when i go through my blog i'll probably go, OH BOY WHAT AN ANGSTY LIFE I USED TO LEAD.hahahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-111301810632495993?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111301810632495993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111301810632495993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-talked-last-night-and-i-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-111261420584065383</id><published>2005-04-04T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:30:05.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH GOSH HUIJIN IS SO FUNNY?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;.Hahah, soooooooooooo funny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hah! Hah!!! Hah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who im imitating.challenging question!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those who wished me good luck for the comp haha but no i didnt make it into top eight.shuhui was like.tell them you know me and they'll let you win.MM THANKS!MINX IS A MEDALIST!well done.minxyjinx.uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Ros. Queen Huijin here. Im ransacking her entire room. And she's busy uh, looking through stupid photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cheer up dear you can always compete again next year.&lt;br /&gt;Sara Heads forever! Hah! Hah!!!!!!! Hah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;How many times have i pranked you uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile more LOVE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-111261420584065383?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111261420584065383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111261420584065383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-gosh-huijin-is-so-funny-not.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-111261268951546746</id><published>2005-04-04T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:04:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SOOO DEPRESSED. MY LIFE IS SO SCREWED. I WANTED A WATERMELON BUT THE WAITRESS GAVE ME A LEMON?!?! HOWWW! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Flicks hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI I AM NOT ROS IM A SPAMMER (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI ROS. MUACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo mysterious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-111261268951546746?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111261268951546746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111261268951546746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-sooo-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-111184279747331606</id><published>2005-03-26T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T21:13:17.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOOO CIVILISATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i know its been eons since ive last logged on to blogger.hmm so many things to talk about because its been so long.am in a state of shock national jnrs next wk and i only got to know on thursday. :\ OH!the guzheng concert was quite enjoyable.shuhui the only macho one carrying her guzheng offstage with one hand.HAHEE!so cartoon la. :D vera gave corns.how interesting!wow! err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sitting here with my fingers posed over the keyboard-flashback through the past two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly dont know what else to say.sometimes when you think you're just a nobody to someone&lt;br /&gt;its just happens to be the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I don't want the world to see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when everything's made to be broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just want you to know who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-111184279747331606?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111184279747331606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/111184279747331606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/03/hellooooo-civilisation.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110801253217536811</id><published>2005-02-10T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:15:32.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;where you can win battles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but still lose the war.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine weather this morning!everyone's out.fine so i woke at ten.i hope they dont get burnt after playing at seletar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised ive got a bukit timah hill of hw.HELP.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.we are supposed to go trekking next saturday at macritchie!with ms tan.for lifeskills camp.jia was like where got pple go there for lifeskills camp one.beats me.yue er the policegirl!be my partner okay.save me when i fall off the suspension bridge cos it cldnt take everyone's weight.too much stuffing from new year AH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday debra! (: smoochiekoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110801253217536811?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110801253217536811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110801253217536811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/02/where-you-can-win-battles-but-still.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110801154880337589</id><published>2005-02-10T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T12:59:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accidentally knocked my teeth with my toothbrush this morning.my brother heard me swear koud and clear and he laughed.oh fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went town w peixuan renee deb and jia day before.i wore the paperbag around in zara.ahaha this lady kept staring at me and at the name kwek peixuan which was written on it.GRIN- :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met shermy rrie and char at lido to watch constantine.good movie!but.i kept asking rrie questions cos i didnt get the movie at first.questionaire!then sherm repeated my questions cos she wasnt listening.rrie was like ergh next time sit w char!haha.i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to visit egong and epor ytd!ah.my sister met her classmate there.see egong's the bball coach.of nanxiao and cedar and hc?yup.he coached xinyi they all before.family friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at my aunt's place.uncle cooked for us YUMMY.i saw the bonesetter's daughter among his cabinet of books!rang a bell.askd him if he read it and he was so rah rah bout it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle: its a good book! you should read it.really.&lt;br /&gt;me: really?i think our sch made a play out of it before.sounds familar.&lt;br /&gt;uncle: yesyes! strongly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;me: [notices something] err.how come its not even unwrapped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.my sister laughed until her ice cream cone dribbled onto her shirt.apparently my uncle knows the bonesetter's daughter is a good book WITHOUT EVEN READING IT.THE PLASTIC WRAPPING WAS STILL THERE.hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAS LOVES TO SCRATCH HER PITS!AND THEN SMELL HER FINGERS!JAS CANT SLEEP WITHOUT HER DARLING SMELLY ROTTING BOLSTER!JAS LOVES TO DIG HER NOSE!AND EAT ITS CONTENTS!JAS LOVES MIGHTY MORPHINE POWER RANGERS!gogo power rangers!JAS LOVES ROS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just you wait.im gonna pounce on you when you get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110801154880337589?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110801154880337589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110801154880337589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-new-year-everyone-i-accidentally.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110778426960917842</id><published>2005-02-07T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:51:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;master of puppets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're pulling my strings;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twisting my mind and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smashing my dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the evening standing on the platform and watching my sister play touch rug.and i was trying to figure out which one she was until i saw someone with multiple ponytails on her head?haha.oh loh yan ni's in hc!didnt know.boom track boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching her actions and everything is so different from living with someone.i thought watching her from afar was something new.hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i greeted ms chang on fri.guess what i said.i said good afternoon chang tsai!omg.and i didnt even realise what i said until everyone was trying to hide their laughter.and i quickly covered up and said ms chang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh.had lunch with cousins ytd!jeanhui was damn funny la.dessert was served and she was telling me to eat the fishball in the red bean soup like HUH its tangyuan!then i said its tofu and we laughlaugh.juin jie was acting paparazzi w the digi cam.had to leave immediately cos kor had to go back to camp.oh well he's coming back tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me he could practise driving me and my sister to sch.before getting his license.HAHAH NICE TRY THANKS BUT NO THANKS!im not gonna fall for your evil plan of attemping to kill us.think we dont know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jasminengweizhen thanks for announcing to the neighbourhood yesterday that&lt;br /&gt;rossie loves to fart.&lt;br /&gt;to the people who were washing their cars and watering the garden,&lt;br /&gt;i do NOT love to fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about the joys of having an elder sister.&lt;br /&gt;HMMM. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110778426960917842?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110778426960917842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110778426960917842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/02/master-of-puppets-youre-pulling-my.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110753257072463513</id><published>2005-02-04T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:56:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;because it all amounts to nothing in the end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ironic how me and my sister are actually talking to each other online in different rooms.i know something hasnt been right but cheer up okay! :)&lt;br /&gt;i had bubbletea after trng today.and i think it was well-deserved because we had fun pt.fun pt?mr lim was tempting us with cold juicy mandarin oranges.pfft.then i noticed my pearls were coloured.momentarily stunned i just stared at it.&lt;br /&gt;sand talked sense into me.thanks sand a whole lot.i lubchoo. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from cheryl's blog.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think someone understands me, they go on to say something that proves my hypothesis totally inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how ice-cold true.i cant agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says i dont care.you chose not to and i cant do anything about it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110753257072463513?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110753257072463513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110753257072463513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/02/because-it-all-amounts-to-nothing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110748641865392583</id><published>2005-02-04T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T11:06:58.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's rosa park's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for liberating the blacks way back in 1956.&lt;br /&gt;haha the year my parents were born?i dont know how old she is.still living i hope heh whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning &lt;strong&gt;ms yeo &lt;/strong&gt;and some other guy were singing haha whoo!&lt;strong&gt;you rock man funky yeo.&lt;/strong&gt;did you hear us cheering for you! :D&lt;br /&gt;havent been blogging for long time yeah i know.today shuihui and melly were so uptight bout the donation thing.praise the lord im sitting by the side now.or i'll go bonkers with two pple debating on either side of my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi gav (: haha nicole i think you know who i am now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we played soccer with mr lim gary tang and minzhen lishian meiqin.during trng ytd.haha i scored the winning goal applause please! :D my muscles are dying now.i wonder how much soccer players run each match ._____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110748641865392583?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110748641865392583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110748641865392583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/02/todays-rosa-parks-birthday-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110672080547913282</id><published>2005-01-26T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T14:26:45.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do tsunamies happen in swimming pools.&lt;br /&gt;someone answer bernice's question! .________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do pe today and chang tsai was like.is it bird flu?are you that weak?comb her hair can.grrr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoopedoo.went town on monday with rrie char sherm!took neos.and i saw sam at cine!saw biaojie there too.with hmmm eating lunch. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huijin why your tags become lesser and lesser. ): sob is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole!i saw you today at the canteen.and you looked at me.happy guessing HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;gen!are you the girl who tags sherm's board.yeah i have no idea who you are.HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110672080547913282?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110672080547913282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110672080547913282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/do-tsunamies-happen-in-swimming-pools.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110654789946956858</id><published>2005-01-24T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:24:59.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and all this is happening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because novelty wore off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back from vietnam in one piece!yay.&lt;br /&gt;shopped disco pub ktv lounge bike ride eat eat EAT.&lt;br /&gt;mel is joining long d.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHEE!i dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how should i phrase myself.i dont know how i should react but at least let me know?hello i found out.what if ive been kept in the dark all along you selfish self-centered person.i am disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i shouldnt have seen anything in you at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/but you seem so nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110654789946956858?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110654789946956858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110654789946956858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-all-this-is-happening-because.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110620106748503224</id><published>2005-01-20T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T14:04:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheehoo im blogging at the airport now!the laptop's keyboard's like so freakin small?!like what the hell.cant someone have big manly hands and fingers like mine.HAHA.and i know jinxie loves my hands the way they are. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;,you and you.wth cat is like super funny?she askd if the airstewardess wore tight cheongsams and furballs and some thunderbolt pikacachu thing.jinx i can imagine you laughing your ass off sitting next to her everyday?hahee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH WHAT.cat believes that we're taking SIA's latest plane model.which is jinx's and my wokket.with can openrooftop UHAHAHA what. :D she said she'll send her sailormoon and poweranger gang to save us.HAHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says sitting next to you is liker being at the equator.you're constantly radiating heat.HOT BABE./licks lips :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gng off now!love you man.&lt;br /&gt;/waiting for our wokket to come&lt;br /&gt;i give up typing on this ridiculously small laptop.PAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110620106748503224?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110620106748503224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110620106748503224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/wheehoo-im-blogging-at-airport-nowthe.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110612640165890021</id><published>2005-01-19T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T17:20:01.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you and i both/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHERM.wong pok sai!&lt;/strong&gt;lets talk in bold next time we see each other okkay?but i heard you said you didnt want to go with me i heard.I HEARD.how could i be wearing pe like HUH its hongzhi?!ask jiniepok.and charpok.and sherpok!blind and deaf la darling.sighSIGH.i love you okkay-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have all the time in the world to reply letters tonight HIAK!i get to leave school early and ber too whee!ber's gng to hongkong.actl maybe not.need to pack :/&lt;br /&gt;today was one of the happiest day in my life!even though i got like what 2 out of 10 for geog quiz.HAHEE.shhh dont tell my mum. :D jinx char sherm mag came to my class in the morning!i SMILE.mag and sherm woke everyone up in my class thankyou. (: i got chang e to draw my mascots for me.cos i didnt know what to draw and mr cheong complimented my work.or rather chang e's.HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cat &lt;/strong&gt;performed onstage HAHAH!it was really good okkay.(: me and my friends were rooting for you and sam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jinxiepok!&lt;/strong&gt;you nehneh.guess who held my hand today.guess who guess who!you were the first to make my smile this morning. :D and the only one.your hand is soft.softieboftie!HUR like wth.it just rhymes.softieboftie.HEE.-grins lets hold hands more often since you like my hand so much.BLUSH cat told me you wanted to suck my HEEHOOH.behave yourself in public!snorts.and i heard you HAHEEing when cat was.was yknow.tsk you dirtypok!iloveyou like nuts.snorts- :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you make me wanna haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you make me wanna laugh and squeeze/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110612640165890021?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110612640165890021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110612640165890021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-and-i-both-sherm.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110604861993035855</id><published>2005-01-18T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:32:11.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;because it all amounts to nothing in the end-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were playing ballandcone thing just now during trng and i was supposed to catch wenqi's softball.FWAH.i looked at the ball and kept on running until &lt;strong&gt;bam &lt;/strong&gt;i hit the wall. ._____. do you know where she was standing.from the steps at the field!and the wall i err.ran into was the one by the main road. and &lt;strong&gt;bounce!the ball happily flew to the main road.&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha we were like wth?!so so far can.luckily it didnt hit any car.dont ask my how mr lim got it back in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY enrui's gonna add me.i am waiting.she looks bloodyhell likw sarah?!ohmy.and.and NICOLE I KNOW ITS YOU!had better be.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/waves bluecone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110604861993035855?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110604861993035855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110604861993035855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/because-it-all-amounts-to-nothing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110595491448271199</id><published>2005-01-17T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T17:44:45.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;but often times those words get tangled up in lines&lt;br /&gt;and the bright lights turn to night;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyah nyah nyah.would you just shut up because its so &lt;strong&gt;not cute and it irritates me.&lt;/strong&gt;and the way you carry yourself irks the sai out of me.wagong man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today we had the first chi speech lesson and the relief teacher was so..gay-looking?yes.but he's nice la.although throughout the whole lesson i could hear the three letters G-A-Y screaming out from him.HEH.and at the end of the lesson i was like lao shi ni hen men leh.-flings hand at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-ma says the tickets are booked already.HAHAH sci quiz kiss my ass goodbye man.i am leaving before that lesson starts!&lt;br /&gt;there's project work but i want to stay just in case there's a briefing.in the audi.which means.means i get too see&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;!yay.is happy!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.shermaine what i meant was that you are getting sick and bored of me.sigh!poksai you and huijin can be lovers la if that makes you happy.&lt;strong&gt;but huijin still loves me and i know that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some things you dont leave until they &lt;strong&gt;leave you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then the things that you miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iloveyou okkay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110595491448271199?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110595491448271199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110595491448271199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/but-often-times-those-words-get.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110588749248089862</id><published>2005-01-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T22:58:12.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love grace.:D grace are you reading this!i want to say that n word but my sister has given me warning that if explicit content appears she'll close down my blog.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;tiff can i kill you.she knows my good friend ehh!gwen was her camp councilor in charge thing.i mean person.yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;jia i love you okkay.stay strong too!you've still got me.thats comforting!HAHEE.&lt;br /&gt;its nice to know that someone is waiting for you online.&lt;strong&gt;beems like the fullmoon.&lt;/strong&gt;:D okkay tomorrow morning!dont forget.i think i'll be in class.surprise me!HAH.that's like so what la.:/&lt;br /&gt;no i didnt forget your chocs shermaine.why are you bored of me lo sigh so saddening.&lt;br /&gt;yeah qinxin you flood and dont leave your link like how the hell am i supposed to link you.&lt;br /&gt;.________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll miss you .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110588749248089862?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110588749248089862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110588749248089862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-love-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110587119783661043</id><published>2005-01-16T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:26:37.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was supposed to be a happy day&lt;br /&gt;jie cracked so many funny jokes in the car.&lt;br /&gt;why do moths fly with their legs open?&lt;br /&gt;have you seen the size of their balls&lt;br /&gt;geddit.as in &lt;strong&gt;mothballs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.how come im not laughing agn-&lt;br /&gt;i saw a packet of colourful balls and i thought they were sweets until i saw the word &lt;strong&gt;mothballs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time there was a pencilcase and all the pencils inside were male except for one female.then one day the female pencil got pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;guess who did it!&lt;br /&gt;the one without the &lt;strong&gt;rubber&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hiak i thought that was pretty funny HAHAH.rubber=condom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who would do such a thing?!f them.can i slap them for you.please stay strong , &lt;em&gt;please.&lt;/em&gt;if you leave what would happen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she seems so cheerful on the outside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how many actually know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that inside shes crumbling to bits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only me and the other two.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110587119783661043?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110587119783661043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110587119783661043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-was-supposed-to-be-happy-day-jie.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110580108766553098</id><published>2005-01-15T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:58:07.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im tired.just finished maths and i made a grave mistake of asking my dad a question cos he err shouted at me in the end because i read a sign wrongly.ah BLAH him la poot.pple tired blur what!i was rushing because..i wanted to come online and talk to you.MMM. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you went off.sigh nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had dragonfruit for desert and ber asked if the dragonfruit's seeds are edible or not.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;i told her must take out then she-&lt;br /&gt;HUH SO MANY HOW TO TAKE OUT!&lt;br /&gt;.______.  &lt;strong&gt;ber&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;duh.HAHA IT RHYMES!duh ber.:DD wheehoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah so embarrasing why she read the postcard.im sorry okkay dont tell me your dad read it as well.well your mum must have told him right!sigh poksai la im sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110580108766553098?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110580108766553098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110580108766553098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110577914011436733</id><published>2005-01-15T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T16:52:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bertanwenyu read this:&lt;br /&gt;the pregnant woman gave birth in the end and dean came to the prom with a guy like WTH!hahaha.uhm the bitch sprayed vulgarities in paint on the compound.then the mary and the jewish girl cassandra got finger pointed then blah blah cliche ending la.TOLD YOU SO!stupid movie wasted my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am at mel's house and she just farted &lt;strong&gt;loudly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;haha shermiane she helped you fart in my face already so no need to fart at me at school.MMM.&lt;/strong&gt;i where got abandon pple!its no as if i got alot of pple to abandon anyway.): you love huijin more than what can i say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;char!i talked to you and you say you're bored then you went offline like huh!then also never reply my msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to talk bout the sister class thing.im sorry but &lt;strong&gt;i dont like that sarah girl and that jomain girl.&lt;/strong&gt;they both suggested the whole damn thing and haha mel is proud to announce that jomain is her mortal.hmmm.i dont care la.there's this girl i dont know whats her name and she's joining track and i dont like the way she looked at melly when she was trying to explain things.&lt;br /&gt;why like that one uh.we were nice to our seniors last time what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why dont you want to tell me bout it?huh if you know you're changing then.then talk to us or say something.GIVE ME A SIGN.shit man.i am getting frustrated.no im not talking bout ber.its &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; and do you know that we are all concerned.how else can i get the msg across to you when im hinting so obviously already.we dont want to pull you out of shit when you're in it.please stop keeping quiet;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debra please stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have a lot to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i dont know who to turn to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can you be trusted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i speak of loyalty and trust-;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about feeling constipated/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110577914011436733?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110577914011436733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110577914011436733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/bertanwenyu-read-this-pregnant-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110571307965916025</id><published>2005-01-14T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T22:33:47.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiya ber.i'll help you fling pungsai onto whoever the anon is OHKAY.shit.doodleboard's down.!EHH BER.tell my friend HOW HIGH I CAN GET and EVEN HIGHER WHEN SHUHUI AND MELLY ARE HIGH TOO!HAHAHAH HIAKS.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to talk bout the 107 thing.its spoiling my mood.i was so angry my ears POPPED.and i was talking loudley becos i cldnt hear myself.sorry to those whom i scared.HEE.&lt;strong&gt;i am feeling horny now ber.&lt;/strong&gt;jinxpok can you &lt;strong&gt;feel me.&lt;/strong&gt;ohgod.im such a sinner.!((:&lt;br /&gt;i promise to talk bout it tmr when i blog okkay.prolly at mel's house cos i've been using my bro's com for so long.im afraid it EXPLODES.&lt;strong&gt;i'll be disfigured and so will my tits.oh shiat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;my babie!&lt;br /&gt;read this.&lt;br /&gt;you make me smile whenever i think of&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110571307965916025?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110571307965916025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110571307965916025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/aiya-ber.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110571130930154827</id><published>2005-01-14T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T22:02:20.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive got alot ALOT TO SAY.but i choose not to talk bout the unhappy stuff now simply because i &lt;strong&gt;AM HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;. (: but oh wait.my sister wants to watch matchstick man but she fell asleep waiting for me.IM SO SORRY.): but what bout all those times i waited.ber i promise to blog bout that in another post k.cos this'll be long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i loveyou chia huijin!&lt;/strong&gt;you are my first and ever girlfriend.god i love you so much luh.AH YES i received my first kiss yesterday!HEEHAW.[?!]yay im &lt;strong&gt;handsome and appealing to my boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;im so shuai! :D yay you were smiling.really yay okkay!((: thought maybe you'ld crush it up and forget bout it HAHAH.apparently not.i shant talk bout our conversation because its sensored.HMMM.use your imagination and FANTASIZE.shiat man.im like so horny now la!jinxiepok says ive got fat tits.HOW DOES SHE KNOW.has she been spying on my bathing.after all she can walk to me house AH she doesnt know where i live WHEREAS I DO!HEEKS.do i sound pervertic.you love me more than spermy oh im so happy!whee!&lt;strong&gt;SIGH MONDAY'S A LONG WAIT.I CANNOT WAIT ALREADY LA.I WANT.NOW&lt;/strong&gt;!i love you like nuts.altho you dont have.shit i cant stop being horny now can!im as hard as you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shermy spermy!how can you fight with me for my darling.she's &lt;strong&gt;my booboo!&lt;/strong&gt;you have booboo alrdy so yeah.no im not saying you cant tag.HOW CAN YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND'S MISTRESS.she's not les okkay.im her guy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110571130930154827?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110571130930154827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110571130930154827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/ive-got-alot-alot-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110562830908848214</id><published>2005-01-13T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:58:29.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the clouds are pretty tonight (:&lt;br /&gt;and yue er is damn cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okkay i dont see the connection there but er is really my kaixinguo HAHAH.her letter made me happy today!that was like what the only time i was happy today.SIGH OH WELL.we couldnt throw today cos it was so bloody hot!so we did pt pt and more pt.pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a promise myself and came online only after i finished my work!&lt;strong&gt;i am proud of myself.&lt;/strong&gt;-pats my back.&lt;br /&gt;mr mackintosh's lesson is very humourous okkay.(:&lt;br /&gt;okkay reply tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shermaine: sorry i didnt know you were waiting for me online since four.eh new year's resolution's to pioritise[shit dunno how to spell la] okkay!haha.iamGUAI.stupid girl.are you that bored!no huijin's mine and she's &lt;strong&gt;not for sharing!sorry.but she's like err my bf can.HAHAH.&lt;/strong&gt;do you know what to do now.&lt;strong&gt;wink :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JINXIE!&lt;/strong&gt;i couldnt make out whether you were smiling when you read my thing cos the stupid window pane was blocking my view.pfft.anw i hope you were okkay!i wanted to pass it to you during recess but i saw so many pple in your class and weixiang got &lt;strong&gt;shy.&lt;/strong&gt;so i left it there aft sch.i mwauck you back okkay!MWAUCK FLYING KISS.:D why does doodleboard keep refreshing.i have to keep on scrolling down to read your tags.hahaha of course i can tell you why i dont like her.but you dont want me to like err announce it on my blog right!HEE.huijin why you never tag today.-is sad.have you gotten bored of me! ): aiyah.i wantd to write down all your tags but shermaine's fat tags knocked them off the board.I AM SAD AGN.&lt;br /&gt;my sister's name is jasmine ng wei zhen!she's the lucky one without any xiang part in it!FINE LA.pats pungsai into a saiball and hurls at parents.HURMPH.haha!&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO BOOK MY GIRLFRIEND FOR ICE CREAM!&lt;/strong&gt;when are &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;free!:D awww.so sweet!BIGHUG YOUBACK.HAHAH yeah so hairy better be careful dont burn your hair off during lab.HEE!no.i dont care if you flush my face down the toilet bowl right in front of a whole canteen of pple!((: YAY.I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND HUIJIN.kiss you okkay.muacks until you suffocate OH NO!HAHAH.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110562830908848214?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110562830908848214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110562830908848214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/clouds-are-pretty-tonight-and-yue-er.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110552274629857306</id><published>2005-01-12T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T17:39:12.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i have something to tell you.i didnt say i dont like her!since when.she must have told you wrongly.i only told her i dont like the way she looks at me.i know she finds me extra la i know.cos both of you are like so close and i didnt know bout it?or maybe i did but what i really meant was she gives me that kind of look.i think.i dunnoh la.why has things became like that huh.so messed up- :/ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she does not like me.i &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; dont like her;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shit.i just realised.that maybe you think im talking bout phoebe.haha she doesnt like me and i dont like her and we are happy family. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the hell are you supposed to be happy when things are all gng wrong for you.and your table partner always seem not wanting to talk at all.pfft.ahh need to do zuo wen and history wksht.&lt;br /&gt;john mackintosh that angmoh asshole HAHAH. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i realise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i smile at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the things you say;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9778621-110552274629857306?l=force-field.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110552274629857306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9778621/posts/default/110552274629857306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://force-field.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-have-something-to-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>losleeng.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16557448175028309287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9778621.post-110544470151604128</id><published>2005-01-11T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:18:28.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xiner knows gwen.im like momentarily shocked.stupid gwen goh why never tell me bout her!poot la you.she's in crescent ehh.i wonder hows shes doing there.hmm.&lt;strong&gt;stupid gwen wrote i love sicheng on my table!and char scribbled on my cme bk.&lt;/strong&gt;luckily the ink could come off or i'll go aft gwen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly realise anus lee's been teaching that same stuff since sch opened.the expanding part!of expressions.okkay haha so i was worried that i totally wasnt aware of what was gng on today.HEH.during chi i was taking notes down onto my shou ce okkay!like last yr my book was totally clean can.am proud of myself.pats- :D melly was like pmsing over some parent reply slip in the morning.she lost it i think.shuhui was like super amused and i was laughing at them both.SNORTS.i am the shortest of us all in the row.WAILS-shuhui says char sounds like a guy!HAHAH.she likes gwen.ms popular luh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think mr lim made a failed attempt to kill us during trng.we will all grow up with improportionate arms ten yrs later.SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a wonder why i dont talk to huijin at school but she talks like &lt;strong&gt;there's NO TOMORROW ON MY BLOG.&lt;/strong&gt;hmm. :D five tags ah!i'll beat that-&lt;br /&gt;EEEYER.your blog is dirtied jinxie babie.got pungsai luh.she left a trail of sai after her when she tagged.hurhurhur!winks-smacks your bottom.GUESS MY SISTER'S NAME!zhenxiang buxiang or taixiang.HEEHEE.im xiangxiang because all the names are taken up.one's my sister and the other two are &lt;strong&gt;my cousins&lt;/strong&gt;.AHAHAH shit la why am i so lame.you make me happy today!:DD can i say something.yellow weixiang sounds like HELLO WEIXIANG.okkay.hur.im sorry i made your dad angry luh. :( SO IS MY SISTER.I'LL MAKE HER SORRY.she was like &lt;strong&gt;hi huijin!where are you!im here to see you!huijinhuijinhuijin!YOOHOOH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can see why your dad's pissed.mmm. ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiat.how the hell do you know pple called me rossai when i was young.oppsies.HAHAH.i can kiss you for piaking me oh no what am i talking about-&lt;strong&gt;when you are free after sch one day,no tution or piano OR sleeping dates with your parents' bed &lt;/strong&gt;then we can all go out together for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;poksai your bf will get so fed up from just trying to date you.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.i love you luh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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