<?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-5036558372592456393</id><updated>2011-12-21T08:05:14.012-08:00</updated><category term='daily random'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='random'/><category term='transport system'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='food for thought'/><category term='music'/><category term='class gathering'/><category term='everythingg'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='daily. random'/><category term='k-ing'/><category term='movie'/><category term='daily'/><category term='daily. emo'/><category term='memories'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='emo'/><category term='red cross'/><category term='daily.'/><category term='fun'/><category term='daily. happy'/><category term='character'/><category term='heels'/><category term='work'/><category term='meaningful storys'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>- l ii n g</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-2443293765018056442</id><published>2008-03-23T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T22:54:22.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;teddy bears don't hug back, but sometimes, they're all you've got&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-2443293765018056442?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2443293765018056442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=2443293765018056442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2443293765018056442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2443293765018056442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-828002205523325491</id><published>2008-03-22T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T08:57:17.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>dear friends,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;dear friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i saw something on a close friend's blog that made me cry, then think about things. you know how i always say you guys are my best assets, my fuel. i treasure each and everyone of you. however, sometimes, i wonder what i am to you guys. could you tell me? tell me what a person i am to you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;sometimes, i'll just rather you all tell me truths that hurt, than keep them from me and apologise after knowing that i know. because everytime an apology is made in this situation, i will inevitably feel like i'm this bitch who wants to be involved in everything and would be overly upset if i'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but i don't think i am. am i? and when i feel like this, it'll make me cry. friends do make mistakes, do neglect sometimes. i'm guilty of it, yet everyone does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;you all know how i always whine to you guys. sometimes, after i whine, i feel super guilty. because its always me whining, but you all just keep quiet listening to me, and i seldom play the role of the listener. its a selfish behaviour. and for that i really apologise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;something about friendship that i believed since a long time ago, &lt;i&gt;part of the characteristics of my horoscope too&lt;/i&gt;, that &lt;u&gt; trust is the basis of every friendship&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i really treasure each and everyone of you. pris loves you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;your friend forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;pris (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;'nuff said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've been listening to 张韶涵's new album and i find the songs all niceee. so its my new song playlist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i love this song the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;张韶涵 - 失忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下雨后还给蓝天了晴朗&lt;br /&gt;在分手后不算亏欠&lt;br /&gt;跌跌撞撞的缠绵&lt;br /&gt;认认真真的实现&lt;br /&gt;这样谁不流泪&lt;br /&gt;就当作最后亲吻吧&lt;br /&gt;释放 在这事件中不算惩罚&lt;br /&gt;热热烈烈的沉沦&lt;br /&gt;冷冷淡淡的抽身&lt;br /&gt;我算是残忍的吗&lt;br /&gt;我如何假装&lt;br /&gt;我心里不再有你&lt;br /&gt;沉溺后清醒&lt;br /&gt;你却是异常的平静&lt;br /&gt;习惯慢慢失忆&lt;br /&gt;这样就能转移自己&lt;br /&gt;我发现我爱你&lt;br /&gt;就在这一瞬间&lt;br /&gt;倾盆而下的却是&lt;br /&gt;你不安的阴天&lt;br /&gt;毕竟我不慷慨&lt;br /&gt;我并不想害自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就当作最后亲吻吧&lt;br /&gt;释放 在这事件中不算惩罚&lt;br /&gt;热热烈烈的沉沦&lt;br /&gt;冷冷淡淡的抽身&lt;br /&gt;我算是残忍的吗&lt;br /&gt;我如何假装&lt;br /&gt;我心里不再有你&lt;br /&gt;沉溺后清醒&lt;br /&gt;你却是异常的平静&lt;br /&gt;习惯慢慢失忆&lt;br /&gt;以为这样就能转移自己&lt;br /&gt;我发现我爱你&lt;br /&gt;就在这一瞬间&lt;br /&gt;倾盆而下的却是&lt;br /&gt;你不安的阴天&lt;br /&gt;毕竟我不慷慨&lt;br /&gt;我并不想害自己&lt;br /&gt;我不想害自己&lt;br /&gt;我已经失去你&lt;br /&gt;在没有你爱我的那一天&lt;br /&gt;我如何拯救自己&lt;br /&gt;我发现我爱你&lt;br /&gt;就在这一瞬间&lt;br /&gt;沉迷后清醒&lt;br /&gt;你却是异常的平静&lt;br /&gt;习习惯慢慢失忆&lt;br /&gt;以为这样就能转移自己&lt;br /&gt;我发现我爱你&lt;br /&gt;就在这一瞬间&lt;br /&gt;倾盆而下的却是&lt;br /&gt;你不安的阴天&lt;br /&gt;毕竟我不慷慨&lt;br /&gt;我并不想害自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;as much as i don't wanna think about the 9ths, sometimes, i just cnt help but think about it. i wonder yet again, about the many things. i cnt say i no longer care, because i still do. i just don't know how to put my msg across anymore. its not as open anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;sitting cross-legged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;in the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;hoping you'll notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-828002205523325491?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/828002205523325491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=828002205523325491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/828002205523325491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/828002205523325491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-friends.html' title='dear friends,'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-2814866823799723663</id><published>2008-03-21T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:22:13.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>friday's good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD FRIDAY IS GOOD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;met up with eli &amp;amp; jia lin today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;shopshopshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;bought my skinnies @ $28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;had tauhu goreng &amp;amp; mee siam for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;peppermint red tea &amp;amp; yella fella fries with herb mayo for tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;lols. they were shared ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;neoprints too! jia lin's so cutee.. *inside thing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i spent lots this week. dead meat man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i have only 10+bucks for the rest of the week!! =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and omg.. i think me &amp;amp; dear have the fate to meet in BUGIS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;today was the 3rd time i'm meeting her unplanned at bugis! ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;pris wawa-ed again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;pris needs to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIDAY'S GOOODDDD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm waiting for labour day! its eyegang's outing anniversary =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NIGHTS ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;smile and smile and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-2814866823799723663?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2814866823799723663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=2814866823799723663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2814866823799723663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2814866823799723663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/fridays-good.html' title='friday&apos;s good'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-87433557424594861</id><published>2008-03-20T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:40:47.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><title type='text'>too true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;worked ot today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;came online late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;been reading horoscopes since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;was sharing some significant ones with Li Lin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;shall post them out too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;# 感情很脆弱，也许会因为一些很小的事情难过很长时间，所以他们通常在表面表现的酷酷的与事隔离的样子，其实他们只是不希望让别人看到他脆弱的一面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;# 随着时间的积累魔羯的人在慢慢变坏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;# 当自己努力的去让自己所爱的人幸福的时候，自己所爱的人却因为其他的其他离开了他，而到最后自己却不明白自己到底做错了什么，真是可怜的家伙们&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;# 追求，魔羯的追求是认真的，只要对方不让魔羯认为完全没有机会，魔羯就会像疯子一样的追求着，他们其实对自己非常没有信心，唯一的动力只是相信自己在爱着，为了对的起自己的感情，为了认真的去爱一回．&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;# 老谋深算杀人不用刀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;# 他习惯了自我伤害罢了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;# 他们一旦决定付出情感，总是太汹涌澎湃了，通常是易放难收&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;true true true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;to me, its true la, these traits feel so true, so me. ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ooo.. mama ong msged me today, and i got a shock. she's just so cute, ask me if got recommendations for birthday cakes.. haha, msg-chat with her. miss talking to her!! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;andandand.. apparently, J CO's donuts are super niceee!!! aunty esther gave me one today! i wanna go buyyy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;TML'S SHOPPING!!! =DDD weeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;FALL RAIN OH RAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-87433557424594861?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/87433557424594861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=87433557424594861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/87433557424594861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/87433557424594861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-true.html' title='too true'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-4318629821409013638</id><published>2008-03-19T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:26:08.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for thought'/><title type='text'>the other place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;its an unpredictable world we live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;an accident woke my senses up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;life is that unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;you never know what's going to happen the next day, the next hour, or even the next second,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;every now and then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i really need such things to remind me that i should be thankful that i need not face those kind of unpredictablities as of yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some time to get over what i saw today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm slowly picking the pieces up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-4318629821409013638?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4318629821409013638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=4318629821409013638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4318629821409013638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4318629821409013638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/other-place.html' title='the other place'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-4873402921906894477</id><published>2008-03-18T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:58:58.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>18march2008, wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;before i start on my day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissableguy.mediacorptv.sg/contestant01.php?id=214"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://kissableguy.mediacorptv.sg/contestant01.php?id=214&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopping.hp.com/webapp/shopping/series_can.do?storeName=computer_store&amp;amp;landing=notebooks&amp;amp;a1=Brand&amp;amp;v1=Compaq+Presario#CTO_CAN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;help vote for him!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;can vote once everyday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you so much darlings!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;PRIS has a nice day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;weee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but she spent too much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;she woke up, wandered online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;ironed the clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;cooked rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;left home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;trained to paya lebar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;wait for dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;trained to dover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;went through the orientation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;rawrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;boring!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;then the FUN CAME!!! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;dear &amp;amp; i trained to tampines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;we had &lt;u&gt;xiao long bao&lt;/u&gt; @ &lt;u&gt;din tai fung&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;then &lt;u&gt;porridge &amp;amp; noodles&lt;/u&gt; @ &lt;u&gt;crystal jade&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;amt i spent on food = $17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;nice food!! yay!! eating with dear is like &lt;b&gt;wonderful!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;then we went to the &lt;u&gt;JL SALE&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;roamed around, dug through a pile of accesories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;bought a purple hairband, colourful rubberbands, 5 hairpins for a buck!! damn cheap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;then we went to look for desmond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;chatchatchat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;walked ard pasar malam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;and somemore money spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;bought 2 tops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;but at least i managed to get my off-shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;something striked off my shopping list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;munched on tutu kueh, and chatted with dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;trained back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;although i spent quite a bit today, and i need to eat grass for the rest of the month if i want to shop on friday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;PRIS IS A HAPPY GIRL TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;because pris went out with her dearest dear!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;yayyayyay!! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;friday i shall restrict myself to buy at most my skinnies &amp;amp; white skirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;THATS ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;muahha, but daddy said i could take money from him if i finish spending my allowance! *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YITING toot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;dear got me addicted to viwawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;wawawawa.. i shall go sleepa alrd!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i changed the date aye. i don't want to bring forward my post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;nanananah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-4873402921906894477?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4873402921906894477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=4873402921906894477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4873402921906894477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4873402921906894477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/18march2008-wednesday.html' title='18march2008, wednesday'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-9102990182111712450</id><published>2008-03-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:21:47.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>sotong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i cannot believe how blur i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i thought enrolment's on wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when its supposed to be tml. gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;luckily dear reminded me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS DEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i paniced like shit man. but i'm done!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;luckily i paid my fees today alrd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;phew phew phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i had to msg my supervisor at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gosh, i was apologising like a million times till she asked me to stop apologising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;such a blur sotong man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i had a super big headache at work today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i was scanning documents really slowly and i made mistakes somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gosh. &lt;i&gt;thank god for the break tml&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;msn was boring. no one to talk to except loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'd rather be downstairs now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aand i was talking to eli just now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and she did something which no one has ever done before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANKS LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i guess those i wanted to tell you i've alrd told you, and i will show you ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i shall really try ((:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and i really mean it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i shall fulfill my mission!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and FRIDAY, no work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its a confirmed shopping with eli and jia lin!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm gna go crazy shopping!! muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;pris will become better!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-9102990182111712450?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/9102990182111712450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=9102990182111712450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/9102990182111712450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/9102990182111712450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/sotong.html' title='sotong'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-8448458881521774347</id><published>2008-03-17T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:40:35.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>zapzapzap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LITTLE SUPERHERO GIRL - Corrine May&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I feel like a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Trying to conquer the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;And I just don't know where to turn&lt;br /&gt;I've got work piled up to my head&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is jump into bed&lt;br /&gt;And wash away my troubles&lt;br /&gt;with lemonade&lt;br /&gt;Play hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;with the boy next door&lt;br /&gt;Take a trip to Singapore and&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how I'll make the world&lt;br /&gt;a better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a good disguise&lt;br /&gt;One where nobody can recognise&lt;br /&gt;That I'm feeling so small&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a secret weapon&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta have faith&lt;br /&gt;Zapping monsters into outer space&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a Superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-na-na-na-na-na&lt;br /&gt;Na-na-na-na-na-na-na&lt;br /&gt;Na-na-na-na-na-na-&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Trying to clean up the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;I'd kick the bad boys back to school&lt;br /&gt;Teach them fighting's just not cool&lt;br /&gt;I'd give every kid a teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;Turn starving people into millionaires&lt;br /&gt;Break glass ceilings with dynamite&lt;br /&gt;sprinkle a little sugar and spice&lt;br /&gt;Turn the bullies that terrorize&lt;br /&gt;Into pink poodles that bark,&lt;br /&gt;but don't bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a good disguise&lt;br /&gt;One where nobody can recognise&lt;br /&gt;That I'm feeling so small&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a secret weapon&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta have faith&lt;br /&gt;Zapping monsters into outer space&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a Superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-na-na-na-na-na&lt;br /&gt;Na-na-na-na-na-na-na&lt;br /&gt;Na-na-na-na-na-na-&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Superhero Girl&lt;br /&gt;Little Superhero Girl&lt;br /&gt;Save me&lt;br /&gt;Little Superhero Girl&lt;br /&gt;Little Superhero Girl&lt;br /&gt;Save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Trying to conquer the whole wide world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;woohoo~ this song just kickstarts my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i can get high listening to it. hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;gotta go out early today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;visit to SCB = late for work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;gosh. i'm supposed to teach aunty nonah where to get documents and all. sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i'm stuck on my book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;good thing aye. i spend lesser time online. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YINLING/POH BOON sir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm gonna zap monsters in outer space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-8448458881521774347?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8448458881521774347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=8448458881521774347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8448458881521774347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8448458881521774347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-superhero-girl-corrine-may-i.html' title='zapzapzap'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-2217759254717379134</id><published>2008-03-16T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T08:10:16.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;:D i'm a lil on the high side now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;my whole emotional system is all wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:D must have been the boiled carrots and baked salmon for dinner.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;:D i'm still amazed that my mum still cnt pronounce dear's name properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;she calls her siewhuan. like -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;:D i was looking at the sp scholarship website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i think my chances are like rock-bottom low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've got no achievements and whatsoever. rawrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;:D i cnt wait to go for work tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm going to 2nd storey!! msn-abled terminal!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;yayyayyippee!! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;:D and i wanna go shopping!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've got ever long shopping list!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- black jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- off shoulder top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- brown dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- white skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- pumps &lt;i&gt;mum threw mine away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- flip-flops &lt;i&gt;again mum threw mine away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- tube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- cardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- mascara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- more clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;basically i want to go crazy shopping. its been a long time since i felt the shiok- ness of having shopping bags in my hand. *gringrin*&lt;/span&gt; I WON MIND SPONSORSHIPS!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm going a lil insane now!! weeee~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;:D i cnt wait for wed to come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;off-day/meeting dear/ sp enrolment/ shopping!!/ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;:D and i changed my profile pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;some pic i took during that 45 minutes waiting for HN to open the door for me. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;:D shall go read my books before i turn in!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;:DD nights all!! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;nanananah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-2217759254717379134?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2217759254717379134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=2217759254717379134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2217759254717379134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2217759254717379134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/rabbit.html' title='rabbit'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-5840274118282899596</id><published>2008-03-16T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T03:54:36.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everythingg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>deny happily</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;you know how it feels when you're supposed to do something, but you don't and someone accuses you of not doing it, but you'd deny it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;you'd feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;and i normally feel like this during music lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;you know how it feels when you normally do not do something you're supposed to do, but you do it this particular time, but someone still accuses you of not doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;you'd feel disappointed, pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;and i felt like this during music lesson on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;i practised my piano. but yet it wasn good enough for her. maybe i didn practise as frequently as i'm supposed to, but i tried to practise. i really did. and i almost cried while playing. i could play them at home ok. i hate it la. its so sickening for my standard to just fall like this during lesson time. rawrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel like i'm living in denial everyday. i convince myself that i should be contented with my life and all. but i'm not. i try to convince myself that i no longer care if he msges me, but i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel like a liar everyday. everything i do, i say are such lies. i just want to protect my emotions and my life. but i often do not achieve my aim. more often than not, i show alot of emotions when i lie, esp to my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;i spent my saturday watching shows online,&lt;i&gt; i just started on TKA, cont'd with YLWBS&lt;/i&gt;, drinking soup, eating rum &amp;amp; raisin ice cream and astons', crying in my room, fiddling with my lappie, stretching my legs, sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;i spent my sunday sleeping, headaching over fees, mac-brunch with mama &amp;amp; fel, stroll around bedok, borrowing books from library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;and my wireless at home is screwed lor. like just 1 week only. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;life's really making feel sea-sick. its so up and down and up and down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;whenever things make me happy, there'd be things to push me down. then there'll be happy things. then sad things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think the only thing that made me happy over the weekend was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;* him msging me on his own accord. muahaha. i think i can see him on wed. &lt;i&gt;dear, can we go??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;* brunch with mama &amp;amp; fel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;* the lil brown dress. i wanna get it!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i shall keep on trying to stay happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;wanna catch SOL, buy dress, jeans, top. blehs. shall try to get the moolah for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;andandand, i can meet the makan gang for makan soon!! mARCHE!! haha. mummy didn put me down for work. muaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;lil superhero girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i shall try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-5840274118282899596?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5840274118282899596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=5840274118282899596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5840274118282899596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5840274118282899596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/deny-happily.html' title='deny happily'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-4729151930833572617</id><published>2008-03-14T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:25:59.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>cheeseburger, doubled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;caught &lt;u&gt;THE LEAP YEARS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with mama and eli love&lt;br /&gt;at TM&lt;br /&gt;at 5.45pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had my dinner in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;and i had double cheeseburger for my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;and guess how long i took to finish my burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a total of almost &lt;b&gt;1.5hrs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to finish a double cheeseburger&lt;br /&gt;while watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i was busy concentrating on the movie.&lt;br /&gt;highly recommended movie.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i think its better than &lt;u&gt;P.S I LOVE YOU&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it feels more close to heart.&lt;br /&gt;the plot, the scenes and all.&lt;br /&gt;and i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the way the movie proceeds.&lt;br /&gt;flashbacks. with quotes in between.&lt;br /&gt;and the songs are real nice. soothing. and appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;andandand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;after the movie, shopped around with eli. saw this brown minidress and its super nice!! 19bucks. i wanna get it!! *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;nice way to spend &lt;u&gt;WHITE VALENTINES' DAY&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yea. i heard from the radio that today is 白色情人节&lt;br /&gt;supposedly, if you received presents on valentines day, today is the day to return a gift to the person. cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and apparently there're more weird days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;11/1, 1/11, 11/11 are days to celebrate singledom. cool right. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i wanna catch the movie another time. its niceee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but i wanna catch &lt;u&gt;sky of love&lt;/u&gt; first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;wanna watch it myself. so i can cry myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm stuck to corrinne may's songs. she sang most of the songs in the movie. lovely. and i changed my songlist to the soundtrack of the movie(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;whats 4 years if the person is the right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;the only fear is that he is not the right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-4729151930833572617?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4729151930833572617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=4729151930833572617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4729151930833572617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4729151930833572617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/cheeseburger-doubled.html' title='cheeseburger, doubled'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-8365905918976742712</id><published>2008-03-14T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T17:33:44.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>zoom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i want to fast forward the day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so i can finish work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;start practising my piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and movie with the girls!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;may i? can i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hopefully my girls are coping well with their papers now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;workworkwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i want to shopppp!!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall scrimp and save&lt;br /&gt;to buy my skinnies and my top!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;decisions cannot be undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-8365905918976742712?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8365905918976742712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=8365905918976742712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8365905918976742712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8365905918976742712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/zoom.html' title='zoom'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-2267810784339427542</id><published>2008-03-13T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T09:28:10.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>green man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;lesson of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;never blast music in your ear while crossing roads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i blasted music in my ears while crossing the junction near my office and almost got killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and it spoiled my whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i'm stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;not gonna elaborate on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;at that split moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;how i wished that the car had slammed into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because it would mean that everything would end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but yet, it didn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;its time for me to accept the fact that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'll have to continue living my pathetic life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and living it bravely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because there're more trials to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i shall therefore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;try my very hardest to be even more optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;to be a better person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;living a much happier life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i just quarreled with daddy over poly fees thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i just found out that i'm in the wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;shit. i'm gna get great big scolding tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i quarreled with mummy too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because she doesn approve me taking leave tml to practise piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so i decided to take half-day leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont really care. i need to practise my piano like pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and movie with the girls tml. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i really think that something i really miss from my past is my laughter and smiles and the way i could communicate with my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;as i grew up, i realised i slowly lost them, esp communication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i shall slowly earn them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;re-learn them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;take them back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i will!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;because he once said that my smile was my greatest asset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-2267810784339427542?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2267810784339427542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=2267810784339427542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2267810784339427542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2267810784339427542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/green-man.html' title='green man'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-3156059547362635100</id><published>2008-03-13T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:41:44.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i wish the rain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;would rain more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;would rain longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;would rain heavier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because i love the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the sound of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the feeling of it when it hits your skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the sight of it pouring down from somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i hope i won't miss my busstop today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;wonderful night. never one too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-3156059547362635100?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3156059547362635100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=3156059547362635100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3156059547362635100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3156059547362635100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/rain.html' title='rain'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-7336018440537850600</id><published>2008-03-12T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T07:16:20.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;my phone was silent when it should not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love walking in the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i cnt wait for friday to come. lunch and movie with the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;承受你被负的伤&lt;br /&gt;就是我的愿望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;because i'm stuck in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-7336018440537850600?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7336018440537850600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=7336018440537850600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7336018440537850600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7336018440537850600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/silence.html' title='silence'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-3613431481802103953</id><published>2008-03-12T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T07:53:09.444-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;在错的时间, 若遇上错的人，得到是短暂的莫名荒唐，&lt;br /&gt;在错的时间，若遇上对的人，得到是一声的无奈叹息.&lt;br /&gt;在对的时间，若遇上错的人，得到是一阵的伤心感伤，&lt;br /&gt;在对的时间，若遇上对的人，得到是一生的幸福快乐.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chocoleo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;weiqi's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;undoubtedly, i am non other than the very first scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but mine is NOT 短暂.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;mine is 一生.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i can never grasp my own mind. =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but who really cares about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;loser's back and i can start whining again. period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm still unsure as of if i need to work at expo. rawrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;got makan on 5apr. i have to go makan...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;off to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;walking in the rain is best therapy for the broken soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;rain rain rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-3613431481802103953?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3613431481802103953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=3613431481802103953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3613431481802103953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3613431481802103953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-8785900831033849182</id><published>2008-03-11T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:27:05.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>dose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i need another dose of ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;another dose to keep me going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;another dose to make me forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;another dose to bring me back to where i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pink calms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;原来快榮要用悲伤换的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-8785900831033849182?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8785900831033849182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=8785900831033849182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8785900831033849182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8785900831033849182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/give-me-dose.html' title='dose'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-7413315321965390138</id><published>2008-03-11T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:38:30.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hangover not</title><content type='html'>after last night&lt;br /&gt;turned in and cried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up today feeling much better, but the feelings still around.&lt;br /&gt;ain't looking forward to today much.&lt;br /&gt;movie with the girls cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but LOSER'S BACK TODAYYYY!!! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;i finally can go on whining!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my daddy bought the wireless thingy alrd. =DD&lt;br /&gt;i can finalleh use my lappie in the comforts of my room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my pay's safe in my bank!! =))&lt;br /&gt;much more than i expected! =)) lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gna get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the scar's still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-7413315321965390138?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7413315321965390138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=7413315321965390138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7413315321965390138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7413315321965390138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/hangover-not.html' title='hangover not'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-80588983418994104</id><published>2008-03-10T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T08:33:52.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>shoo if you ain't emo elmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know how people often say we should aim super high, because when we fall, we will fall even harder.&lt;br /&gt;i finally believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i typed a whole lot on yest's squad outing, but i deleted every single word of it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i had a reason&lt;/b&gt; for being over-high yest. because i didn want to expose that sad layer inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i had a reason&lt;/b&gt; for being "ah-lian-ish" yest. because i wanted to feel wild for once to escape that image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i had a reason&lt;/b&gt; for having the guts to stay out late with them yest. because i didn want to be home, alone, and think about the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because yest was too over, i woke up &lt;b&gt;double&lt;/b&gt; screwed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 months&lt;/b&gt;. it's been 3 months. 3 months of waiting. but the hurt is more than 3 months' worth.&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing myself. i no longer know what i'm thinking. i no longer know the reasons behind the things i do. i am no longer the girl my friends knew.&lt;br /&gt;i used to call others stupid when they were like this. i think i'm the &lt;b&gt;stupidest&lt;/b&gt; out of them all. for someone like him. it ain't worth it. but i just cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;its not like he'll know how much i'm suffering. its not like he'll come comfort me if he knows.&lt;br /&gt;but one thing i know is what he knows too. that i love him much more than he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i fuck my own life up. and so i'm living a so-fucked up life now. i seriously wouldn mind going into depression. maybe it'll take my mind off this damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like screaming a whole lot of expletives and cry like there's no tml. cry my eyes blind. i don't really care. i feel real cooped everyday. i cnt express my feelings out right, openly. even talking to friends, there's still residue inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the coldness ain't going deeper&lt;/b&gt;. it's stabbing me with the same frequency and amplitude as it did the day before, and the day before the day before. the hurt i experience is a &lt;u&gt;horizontal line in the axis of my hurt against the coldness hurled at me&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but because its all too hurting, it ain't gna lessen till i learn. learn to stop waiting. learn to let go. which might easily take me another 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;忘记你我做不到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-80588983418994104?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/80588983418994104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=80588983418994104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/80588983418994104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/80588983418994104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/shoo-if-you-aint-emo-elmo.html' title='shoo if you ain&apos;t emo elmo'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6076356423803123379</id><published>2008-03-09T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:44:33.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>come dec 2008..</title><content type='html'>i want dec 2008 to come quick!!&lt;br /&gt;can i skip all the months and go straight to dec.&lt;br /&gt;i cnt wait to turn 18. turn legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. i cnt wait to survive 2 weeks on my own. heh.&lt;br /&gt;my family + relatives are planning a 2 week trip to penang + kl in dec.&lt;br /&gt;and with me having to attend lessons,&lt;br /&gt;they're excluding me from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;and i ain't complaining. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'll be left alone in s'pore. yayness.&lt;br /&gt;if my grandparents decide to go, i'll either stay home, or stay at ah-ma's hse.&lt;br /&gt;if they decide not to go, i'll stay at my grandma's hse!&lt;br /&gt;either way, i won't be restricted.&lt;br /&gt;goshgosh. i feel so hyped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna find nice nice friends in poly.&lt;br /&gt;then when my hols come, we can go m'sia on our own too! mummy doesn mind! weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bimbotic saying all these.&lt;br /&gt;but this is so like the first time i gna be so unstricted. no one to call me and ask me what time i'll be home and all. hehx!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighto!&lt;br /&gt;shall get my butt moving and meet the squad for k! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6076356423803123379?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6076356423803123379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6076356423803123379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6076356423803123379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6076356423803123379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/come-dec-2008.html' title='come dec 2008..'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-2221557094974184078</id><published>2008-03-08T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:09:34.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've been having early nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;9.30 on thrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;11 yest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;early nights give me the time to curl up on my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;early nights give me the time to stare at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;early nights give me the time to think alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and early nights are my crying nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;my mind will run wildly. tear glands become active. my mind stops running. tears spill out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and it is unstoppable. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the number of times i cried yest was uncountable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when i woke up. when i was bussing to sch. when i got my results. when i was bussing to meet dear. when i was bussing home. when i was msging eli. when i was trying to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;last night was horrible. really horrible. after eli msged me, i started crying. only we both know the content. and only we both know why we both are becoming what-we-are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;and.. i really want to get the &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; results thing out of my mind. its screwing my already-screwed mind up. i seriously hate myself. for getting that &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; grade. its affecting me damn alot. because it's the last &lt;b&gt;NATIONAL&lt;/b&gt; exam i'd be taking. and i &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; screw it and get such &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; grades. Don't, don't tell me its good, because its NOT. its good to YOU, because its not your grade. its just courtesy aye. spare me of it then. because i'm not used to it. just leave me alone. your words make it &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; worse. silence wouldn kill. it might help. i think i'm just a failure when it comes to studies. or rather everything. i also screw things and i'm always said to be capable of better grades. since primary school, its has always been like that. teachers are forever commenting that i'm capable of better grades. because not one sees what goes on behind the books. its tonnes of pressure. &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; lots of it. no one can understand. the responsibility. the expectations. i'm a disappointment to my family. and it'll go on. this being just another chapter of my failing glory in the family. leave me alone. stop asking me not to emo. because you'll be depriving me of my only outlet to express disappointment in myself. depreiving me the only outlet to get in touch with my true feelings. no one is the same. and so, you are not me. you don't know how i feel, what i'm going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm not mentioning anyone. i'm just releasing thoughts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;tonight is an early night again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;its the 9th again tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;another month has gone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-2221557094974184078?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2221557094974184078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=2221557094974184078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2221557094974184078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2221557094974184078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/night.html' title='night'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-8153320837155165579</id><published>2008-03-07T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T06:37:02.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Beaten, not Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so i didn get the grade i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn hold my disappointment&lt;br /&gt;so i cried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully there was dear,miss koh,lilin,nightmare&lt;br /&gt;thankfully there was teoheng&lt;br /&gt;thankfully there was astons&lt;br /&gt;thankfully there was slurpee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may have been beaten.&lt;br /&gt;i may have not gotten that grade.&lt;br /&gt;i may have cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not beaten&lt;br /&gt;i am willing to work hard in SP&lt;br /&gt;i am going to put my heart and soul into my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;7march2008 - beaten, not broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i had the urge but i pulled myself back again.&lt;br /&gt;its just a stupid trival matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch &lt;u&gt;sky of love&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;the leap years&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;must catch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;绝口不提爱你的星座?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第三名：太阳或金星在摩羯座&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为摩羯的务实和对爱情的不习惯，他们也是和处女座一样把感受藏的很深很深，他说出那个字会觉得很做作、很不舒服。但他们会努力地表示，用各种可能的方法和帮助，艰难地表达。对他们来说更重要的是我们如何在一起，如何考虑当下和未来，而不是如何相爱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么时候会说出来：被逼急了会不自然地说，或者反倒在不爱的时候才说。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ain't really feeling that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i need a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;all i wanna do is find a way back into love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-8153320837155165579?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8153320837155165579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=8153320837155165579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8153320837155165579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8153320837155165579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/beaten-not-broken.html' title='Beaten, not Broken'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-4717458373288634475</id><published>2008-03-05T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T07:25:17.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>blank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;i didn manage to swim today.&lt;br /&gt;because the sky was crying for me. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with poly pre-registration.&lt;br /&gt;did my medical check-up in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm left with going down to SP on the &lt;u&gt;18th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm officially a student of SP.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how sometimes when you dont bring things and you need them and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;i normally bring my lil umbrella out, and it doesn rain&lt;br /&gt;i left my lil umbrella in my office bag, and didn bring it out today&lt;br /&gt;and it rained like crazy. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;i had to spend 10 &lt;s&gt;freaking&lt;/s&gt; bucks for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;3 days' lunch money. i must be outta my mind. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;but at least its black.&lt;br /&gt;i've been wanting a black umbrella for ages.&lt;br /&gt;but mummy refused to get me one.&lt;br /&gt;so i have one now! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made a visit to HN's hse to collect the bags i ordered.&lt;br /&gt;quite disappointed with how the bags turned out.&lt;br /&gt;still cnt get over my nice white bag spoiling after 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;chatted with her, crazed around, gossiped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;miss the times i used to spend in her room. sitting on the narrow stairs crazing around.&lt;br /&gt;bussed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta remind myself to call to book a room @ teoheng.&lt;br /&gt;going there with dear on friday! followed by dinner at astons. weee~&lt;br /&gt;and dear's pei-ing me to SP on the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;yay! dear rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;i love dear((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to miss work tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and oh yes. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEANETTE!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;你给我的温柔 占满我的生活&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-4717458373288634475?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4717458373288634475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=4717458373288634475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4717458373288634475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4717458373288634475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/blank.html' title='blank'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-606695271016039145</id><published>2008-03-05T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:38:09.956-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i am seriously amused by how my brain works.&lt;br /&gt;because.&lt;br /&gt;i skipped work yet again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still hyper up looking at some 7-11 sale thing&lt;br /&gt;and was thinking of getting BnJs back for bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just half an hr later,&lt;br /&gt;walking out.&lt;br /&gt;i felt inferior because of dunno-what.&lt;br /&gt;walk walk walk.&lt;br /&gt;wait for the bus&lt;br /&gt;board the bus.&lt;br /&gt;after 1 stop&lt;br /&gt;i got down the bus&lt;br /&gt;and walked home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i did that too&lt;br /&gt;i just felt as if there was something more for me to do at home. &lt;i&gt;when there's obviously nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been having this really bad work attitude these days.&lt;br /&gt;no drive.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't feel like working alrd. &lt;i&gt;i finally understand why yh quit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've decided to work till the end of this month. no longer&lt;br /&gt;i need my life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.&lt;br /&gt;after my half-day on friday,&lt;br /&gt;i shall be a good girl and go to work daily.&lt;br /&gt;" dear, we'll go shopping during weekends and april ok! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall spend my day practising my piano, lunching with eyegang, collecting my bags from haoning, and swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to think everything over again.&lt;br /&gt;my old ways are coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-606695271016039145?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/606695271016039145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=606695271016039145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/606695271016039145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/606695271016039145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/again.html' title='again'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-8379467401360724154</id><published>2008-03-04T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:01:18.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>big brown envelope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;M&amp;amp;Ns colour my day. =D&lt;br /&gt;even OT cnt take my smile off my face.&lt;br /&gt;i really didn do anything to make myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;amp;Ns does wonders, esp to my weight! =X&lt;br /&gt;but who cares, it makes me happiieeee ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;i opened my letter box today.&lt;br /&gt;and found a &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIG BROWN ENVELOPE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adressed to me by SINGAPORE POLY!&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently still suffering from shock&lt;br /&gt;shock from the pages and pages of words they attached.&lt;br /&gt;shall study them in detail soon.&lt;br /&gt;daddy says its about school fees and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the first figure i saw was $8,365&lt;br /&gt;school fees for ONE semester!!&lt;br /&gt;like omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to apply for tuition grant, and scholarships and whatever financial stuff they have. ha. &lt;i&gt;where's loser when i need him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know when i'm supposed to report to school and all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lazeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy says sch starts end april&lt;br /&gt;and she's asking me to work till mid-april.&lt;br /&gt;but i'd rather work expo. i love the memories there. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm confirmed working morning on friday&lt;br /&gt;before collecting my results and shopping with dear. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;12星座谁是感情杀手?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　第四名：摩羯座&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　摩羯座的人很理性，喜欢把丑话讲在前面，他会把很多条件和很多原则讲的清清楚楚，也因此会让人搞不清楚他是在谈恋爱还是在谈判，由于摩羯座的实际常常让在恋爱中一头热的另一半觉得很受伤。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when i first heard it, i thought its a good thing, but as i listened on, omgosh, its not good. haha. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and the programme is gonna end soon. sadsad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the night is still young, and i feel things coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the silly thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;how do i get out of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-8379467401360724154?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8379467401360724154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=8379467401360724154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8379467401360724154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8379467401360724154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-brown-envelope.html' title='big brown envelope'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-5828428556876661511</id><published>2008-03-04T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:45:28.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>倒爱</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;倒爱 - 蔡淳佳&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在大树和脚踝之间&lt;br /&gt;缠绕你的誓言&lt;br /&gt;所以撑着&lt;br /&gt;所以心甘情愿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算爱得很不安全&lt;br /&gt;颠倒了蓝天&lt;br /&gt;至少可以&lt;br /&gt;换个角度来相恋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我以为倒着流眼泪&lt;br /&gt;不经过脸不伤悲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;就算看起来受罪&lt;br /&gt;幸福有时候另类&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每当我倒着流眼泪&lt;br /&gt;一颗一颗都珍贵&lt;br /&gt;灌溉了败的滋味&lt;br /&gt;狼狈也觉得美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;我懂松绑的自由&lt;br /&gt;却无力伸出双手&lt;br /&gt;反正忘了路怎么走&lt;br /&gt;我只能傻傻地守候&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm on repeat mode for this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;off to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;永远的愚人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-5828428556876661511?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5828428556876661511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=5828428556876661511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5828428556876661511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5828428556876661511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-on-repeat-mode-for-this-song.html' title='倒爱'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-3253133485942754642</id><published>2008-03-03T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:32:01.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>the day after yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;stomach cramps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;blasting music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;unglam posture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;quiet phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;maltesers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;twitching left eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;period. day's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A lvl result release this friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;give me an A for chi pls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i swear i'll cry if i get anything lower than B man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh shit. no loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;might be working morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;meet dear to shop after that (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the temptation's back.&lt;br /&gt;control. yes, control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hurt so bloody badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;couldn go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;woke up in the middle of the night, crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;searched for it and held it to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh whatever. i'm just a weak person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks Li Lin (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;tml's today all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ain't gonna change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I almost kind of like the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wear your tattoo like a stain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It will take forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;To fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-3253133485942754642?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3253133485942754642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=3253133485942754642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3253133485942754642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3253133485942754642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-after-yesterday.html' title='the day after yesterday.'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-91653661837850730</id><published>2008-03-02T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T06:40:19.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>punctured</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;today's a quiet day for me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;didn talk much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;was awoken by mummy early in the morning at 6.30am. &lt;i&gt;^$#%@#% how long has it been since i woke up at 6.30!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;to accompany them for their morning walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;damn reluctant can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;had to go out in my bed hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and pissed at i-dunno-what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i was hitting my hair for dunno-what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and my palm just struck my hairclip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i got 2 small puncture wounds. &lt;i&gt;i think its called puncture wound?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and it hurts like shit ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;coz its at the folds of my palm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;its hurts totally when i try to clench my fist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and that was the start of my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;how great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;after that was just mainly blasting music into my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and keeping to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd march was spent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;blasting the same 40 songs in my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;clearing my clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;watching the teeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;playing with hp games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;i seriously feel like my life now resembles a punctured tyre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;losing&lt;s&gt;air&lt;/s&gt;steam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;everyday seems to be moving even more slowly than the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;i lose the drive to do things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;i only want to be alone. doing nothing. thinking about stupid things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i'm supposed to use my PC for now. wtf. i transferred all my documents to my laptop and my bro is asking me to use the PC. coz he says its troublesome to transfer the modem wire around. and daddy's refusing to get the router so i can use the wireless and access the internet in the comforts of my bedroom. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;work again tml. sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;when will it all stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-91653661837850730?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/91653661837850730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=91653661837850730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/91653661837850730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/91653661837850730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/punctured.html' title='punctured'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-377207092011902434</id><published>2008-03-01T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T06:08:55.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>BLAST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've grown fond of blasting music in my ears whenever i'm out alone.&lt;br /&gt;it just draws me away from my surroundings and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;and the very thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listen to the same few songs over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;the songs, that i cnt stop listening to.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to just put that few songs in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;and delete the rest.&lt;br /&gt;so i would not need to keep shuffling my songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work will become more alone sooner.&lt;br /&gt;YH's working no longer.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's working at another branch.&lt;br /&gt;lunch kakis' only left with me and annie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;improved my scales alrd. *phews*&lt;br /&gt;priorities. i need to get them right, according to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FEB 29 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of the month.&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot that the policies needed to be cleared.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to OT to finish the last minute ones.&lt;br /&gt;left work at 8.&lt;br /&gt;when i was supposed to meet mai, mun yee, and DEAR at 6.40. =X&lt;br /&gt;bussed down to bugis -.- &lt;i&gt;could've walked, but i was alrd late&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with them at NYDC. had my dinner with them looking at me =X&lt;br /&gt;shared tiramisu mudpie with DEAR.&lt;br /&gt;exp. dinner man. 23 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;but meeting with them was &lt;u&gt;priceless&lt;/u&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went looking around with dear after that.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get my off shoulder, but thinking of looking for cheaper ones&lt;br /&gt;7-ed home with DEAR! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chi standard is dropping alrd la. according to DEAR.&lt;br /&gt;my usage of chinese words is horrendous. hehx.&lt;br /&gt;needa buck up alrd. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172762046024506642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8lXrKTp3RI/AAAAAAAAAws/SeS2nW4XRi0/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the soft toys at NYDC are like so lovable!! plus a free pic of maimai! =p&lt;br /&gt;can santa give me a belated present. i want the elmo. and give dear the eeyor!! hehheh&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;reflections for FEB 2008&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not as emo as jan 08 alrd. tried staying happy. &lt;i&gt;good job pris&lt;/i&gt;. i need to keep that up. spend everyday happy and stop thinking about the past.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been very consistent for work. need to work harder this month, leave them with good impression and so i can work again next time.&lt;br /&gt;shall spend more time on practising the piano. i can if i want!!&lt;br /&gt;and be more polite to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;lols. redundant thing, but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm indulging in Dark Chocolate Maltesers, supposed to be for DEAR, but i forgot to give it to her. =p get somemore for her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;dark chocolate reminds me of him. how he used to offer me dark chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;i was reading the papers today, and i saw something. wanted to inform him, but, didn feel like la. i mean, what would i get? nothing ba.. he'll just thank me, but do nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;and i was randomly thinking yest, i vocalised it to Li Lin.&lt;br /&gt;the previous was 2 yrs. i wonder if this will last 2 yrs before i can move on again. as much as i wouldn want it to happen, somehow, if the 2 yrs could be a different 2 years. though i know its impossible. just hoping to accumulate more happy memories. so when i finally can leave, i have the happy memories left for me to look back at. its all fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Greatest Love Of All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I believe the children are our are&lt;br /&gt;future&lt;br /&gt;Teach them well and let them lead the way&lt;br /&gt;Show them all the&lt;br /&gt;beauty they possess inside&lt;br /&gt;Give them a sense of pride to make it easier&lt;br /&gt;Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be&lt;br /&gt;Everybody&lt;br /&gt;searching for a hero&lt;br /&gt;People need someone to look up to&lt;br /&gt;I never found&lt;br /&gt;anyone to fulfill my needs&lt;br /&gt;A lonely place to be&lt;br /&gt;So I learned to depend&lt;br /&gt;on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's&lt;br /&gt;shadows&lt;br /&gt;If I fail, if I succeed&lt;br /&gt;At least I live as I believe&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;matter what they take from me&lt;br /&gt;They can't take away my dignity&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;the greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;Is happening to me&lt;br /&gt;I found the greatest love of&lt;br /&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me&lt;br /&gt;The greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;Is easy to achieve&lt;br /&gt;Learning to love yourself&lt;br /&gt;It is the greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;believe the children are our future&lt;br /&gt;Teach them well and let them lead the&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;Show them all the beauty they possess inside&lt;br /&gt;Give them a sense of&lt;br /&gt;pride to make it easier&lt;br /&gt;Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if by chance, that special place&lt;br /&gt;That you've&lt;br /&gt;been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;Leads you to a lonely place&lt;br /&gt;Find your strength in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is gonna be my theme song for the month of march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;buck up and move on!&lt;br /&gt;blast my old ways!&lt;br /&gt;pris will move on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-377207092011902434?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/377207092011902434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=377207092011902434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/377207092011902434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/377207092011902434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/03/blast.html' title='BLAST'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8lXrKTp3RI/AAAAAAAAAws/SeS2nW4XRi0/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-3175887892227506461</id><published>2008-02-29T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:36:36.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;happy 29th feb!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;got an iriitating mummy sitting behind me waiting for me to sleep. blog tml! =P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i can wait forever&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-3175887892227506461?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3175887892227506461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=3175887892227506461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3175887892227506461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3175887892227506461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-1567310672742736274</id><published>2008-02-28T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:42:30.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>533952000 seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;shitshitshit. i typed the post and stupid blogger deleted it! lmao&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn mean to pon work today sehhs.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;parents didn wake me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;i normally have a wake up call by daddy @ 7.45am, then one from mummy @ 8.00am)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today no one woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;so hell ya.&lt;br /&gt;was still supposed to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;but didn want to face the huge tonne of work left for me. ewwws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get into hell lots of trouble when my paycheck comes.&lt;br /&gt;mummy's so gonna chop me up and cook me in soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, me staying home today&lt;br /&gt;saw me practising my piano.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting better *beams* =D&lt;br /&gt;but whatever,&lt;br /&gt;she, &lt;i&gt;my teacher&lt;/i&gt;, won't notice my practice, coz to her, i'm lousy. $%&amp;amp;^$!@%$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horocope today is making me cry.&lt;br /&gt;ain't posting it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currenntly onto english songs. esp, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Enrique Iglesies' songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Somebodys me - Enrique Iglesies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, do you&lt;br /&gt;remember me?,&lt;br /&gt;Like, I remember you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you spend your life, going back&lt;br /&gt;in your mind to that time?,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I walk the streets alone,&lt;br /&gt;I hate&lt;br /&gt;being on my own, and everyone can see that,&lt;br /&gt;I really fell, and I'm going&lt;br /&gt;through hell.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you with somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wants&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs you.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody cant breathe, without you it's lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hopes that one&lt;br /&gt;day you will see, that somebody's me.&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me. yeaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, how did we go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;It was so good, and now it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I pray at night, that our path's soon will cross.&lt;br /&gt;What we had, isn't lost.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are always right here in my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wants you,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody can't breathe, without you it's lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hopes that&lt;br /&gt;someday you will see,&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me. Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always&lt;br /&gt;be in my life, even if im not in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're in my memory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, when you remember me?...&lt;br /&gt;And before you set me free, oh listen&lt;br /&gt;please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wants you,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs you.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody&lt;br /&gt;dreams about you every single night.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody cant breathe, without you it's&lt;br /&gt;lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hopes that someday you will see, that somebody's me.&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's me...&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me...&lt;br /&gt;That&lt;br /&gt;somebody's me...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;its really a song for him. well.. seeing him online the whole day today, and not being able to talk to him. well, i'm getting used to it. darn shitty though. his gums and keychain's still with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; it's been 2 months since i made that wish. and its not coming true. not a little at all. its going into my list of never-will-be-fulfilled list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;better hit my pillows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i need to work tml. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;YH's last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Naz's transferred over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dinner with dear and mai i think. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;happy 17 years and 2 months to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;tell me how. how to book a place in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-1567310672742736274?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1567310672742736274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=1567310672742736274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1567310672742736274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1567310672742736274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/shitshitshit.html' title='533952000 seconds'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6697640687770216171</id><published>2008-02-28T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:33:37.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>my places</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i should seriously stop ponning work.&lt;br /&gt;i reckon my pay this month is only 400+.&lt;br /&gt;mummy's gonna kill me big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. she's not giving me allowance for march.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna come out from my own pay! !$&amp;amp;$#$%@&lt;br /&gt;good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched 原来我不帅 for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to catch CJ7 at princess.&lt;br /&gt;but i decided to save money, stay home, and&lt;br /&gt;practise my piano. goshgosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was blog-hopping just now, and i happened to see this post on yinling's blog..&lt;br /&gt;dated nov 26,2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;last night met up with zhengjue, yiting, chuying and pris at roxy sq.around 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;intended to meet up at school but i was late. lols.ate dinner and walked to&lt;br /&gt;katong shopping centre to sing karaoke until 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took the smallest&lt;br /&gt;room cos night charges are like much more ex. but we didnt expect it to be like&lt;br /&gt;SO SMALL! LOL! its like even smaller than my bathroom can! lols. oh yeah man we&lt;br /&gt;spent like a few minutes laughing at how small the bloody room was. hahaha! then&lt;br /&gt;we spotted a sign. the "EXIT" sign on top of the tiny room door! LOL! yeah we&lt;br /&gt;spend like duno how long laughing at the exit sign again.hahahah! its like in&lt;br /&gt;such a tiny room, do you think there's any other exits?? hahahaha. yes yes&lt;br /&gt;stupid signs.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the room was suffocated with cigarette smoke,&lt;br /&gt;from other rooms of cos. and i HATE IT!! grr.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SMOKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;that we walked to east coast macs. grab a bite and played majong cards. we&lt;br /&gt;started to think of forfeits and laugh like MAD! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORFEITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit on the baby chair&lt;br /&gt;pretend to smoke with a rolled up tissue and&lt;br /&gt;get a cup of water from the counter. when they say cannot smoke here then open&lt;br /&gt;up the cigarette and reply but its only tissue.lol!&lt;br /&gt;get a light from a&lt;br /&gt;stranger with a rolled up tissue as cigarette&lt;br /&gt;take the soap spray on top of&lt;br /&gt;the bin, spray at the glass door and wipe.lols&lt;br /&gt;get paper towel from the&lt;br /&gt;counter, put at the collar like a baby and walk back.&lt;br /&gt;pretend to read an&lt;br /&gt;upside down book, walk to counter and get a cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;we were like&lt;br /&gt;talking abt it and laughing like mad people.lol. then i kena first leh! i became&lt;br /&gt;part time macs for one minute! HAHA! i had to take the spray bottle, spray at&lt;br /&gt;the glass door and wipe. LOL! damn malu. somemore they say everyone was looking&lt;br /&gt;at me! ahhhh. and a couple behind us was like laughing at me lar! damn MALU! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then pris kena 2 times! lols. 1st was to read an upside down book and&lt;br /&gt;walk to counter. lols. worst of all, when she was queuing up, a guy went to&lt;br /&gt;queue behind her! HAHA! i think he saw and felt so weird abt it! hahaha! pris&lt;br /&gt;second forfeit was the paper towel one. but its not as bad as mine lar. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got 2 police came in, then a grp of pia kias left the macs. we were&lt;br /&gt;like shit! cos we playing majong and under 18 years old. =X but they left after&lt;br /&gt;quite some time. then all the pia kias came back again. singapore is like so&lt;br /&gt;safe. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked out to the beach. saw police cars again. it&lt;br /&gt;was around 4am then. sat down and play lame chinese word game.-.-" for a while&lt;br /&gt;only la. then we started talking about stars. suddenly, we saw a shooting star!&lt;br /&gt;its SUPER bright and the track it travelled was thick! DAMN PRETTY! :D yiting&lt;br /&gt;was like damn happy about it cos she never seen a shooting star before. i feel&lt;br /&gt;so lucky! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i seriously miss those times. those nights we spent out tgt. coz they're the only ones who are willing to spend nights out, w/o sleeping and all. coz all my close friends now will nv be able to do that with me, even me myself cnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my parents aren't as strict, i think, i'd be a person having late nights out rather often. i love the feeling of being out of home at night, w/o worrying about having people to rush you home. thats why i love camps, esp at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camps, then remind me of that very place i love sitting at when i was an NCO. the place where i'd do alot of thinking, yet could see things going on. the place i'd lie down and enjoy the stars. the place i cried at.that place. 3rd floor, outside the hall, use the back staircase. Li Lin knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there's the breakwaters near the end of ECP, towards airport. 1 March 2007. TJ FAU BBQ. with the aeroplanes taking off. the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6697640687770216171?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6697640687770216171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6697640687770216171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6697640687770216171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6697640687770216171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-places.html' title='my places'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-2652014602691226298</id><published>2008-02-27T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T06:48:41.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>my true love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YOUR TRUE LOVE IS THE ONE WHO LOVES YOU FOR EXACTLY WHO YOU ARE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quoted from JUNO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so,&lt;br /&gt;after slacking in front of my laptop for almost a day watching DNYBY ( i haven been watching it ), and starting on 原来我不帅.&lt;br /&gt;at 3.40pm, i decided to join nightmare at PS to watch JUNO.&lt;br /&gt;changed and trained down.&lt;br /&gt;reached at 4.45. hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;watched the movie.&lt;br /&gt;trained home. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;THANKS NIGHTMARE FOR SENDING ME TO BEDOK!! haha&lt;br /&gt;he was bored, so he trained with me to bedok and caught a train back home. haha.. thanksthanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNO was okok. but i felt that it was quite short. 1 hour plus, compared to P.S I LOVE YOU.. was over 2 hours. i actually prefer P.S, its more touching ba. JUNO was rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;actually wanted to catch CJ7 tml with YH after work, BUT, he's not working tml!! ahhh!! nvm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that aside. what i quoted above is so true. and i start asking myself yet again. when will this true love appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Endless Road - JJ Lin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is&lt;br /&gt;tearing up my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't recognise this place&lt;br /&gt;The endless road&lt;br /&gt;without a stop sign&lt;br /&gt;Can't even find a stranger this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still holding back my tears&lt;br /&gt;In this loneliness there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;left to fear&lt;br /&gt;Every chord still seems a wonder&lt;br /&gt;How we could be together&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I ask if this would be the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still talking to&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you will have the keys to my cell&lt;br /&gt;Every song might calm&lt;br /&gt;the weather&lt;br /&gt;But it just draws me deeper&lt;br /&gt;How do I get out of this&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;think~ I never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crystal forming in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this would be&lt;br /&gt;the last&lt;br /&gt;The winding path down my face&lt;br /&gt;Till I begin to taste the&lt;br /&gt;bitterness inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still holding back my&lt;br /&gt;tears&lt;br /&gt;In this loneliness there's nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;Every chord still&lt;br /&gt;seems a wonder&lt;br /&gt;How we could be together&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I ask if this would be&lt;br /&gt;the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you will have the&lt;br /&gt;keys to my cell&lt;br /&gt;Every song might calm the weather&lt;br /&gt;But it just draws me&lt;br /&gt;deeper&lt;br /&gt;How do I get out of this&lt;br /&gt;I think~ I never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never&lt;br /&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm hooked to this song. and i love the lyrics alot. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;shall cont watching 原来我不帅. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i want you to be the cheese on my macaroni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-2652014602691226298?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2652014602691226298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=2652014602691226298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2652014602691226298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2652014602691226298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-true-love-is.html' title='my true love is...'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6993279140549660351</id><published>2008-02-27T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:01:59.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>alone and together</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If we're in this alone, we're in this together. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[update @ 12:34]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ain't working today. just don't feel like it. which makes it 3 days of leave this month, in addition to all the CNY hols, my pay's gonna plunge like !$%^&amp;amp;#.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall blog abt yest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met up with LOVE after work at DG mrt. walked to &lt;u&gt;THE CATHAY&lt;/u&gt;. basement-ed and had SHILIN. walked around, waiting for the movie to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw DEAR on the way up. DEAR was going down. lols. so glad to see DEAR!!=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought popcorn &amp;amp; nachos into the cinema. &lt;i&gt;it was our dinner ok!&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S I LOVE YOU&lt;/b&gt; is rather toughing. quite funny in the beginning, but it got more cry-able as the show moved it. i was tearing towards the end. i had to stuff myself with popcorn to stop myself from crying la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after the movie, we mrt-ed home! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wonderful night. haven't been out at night for a long long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8TtLn1bgcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/1JbBbvYWRzQ/s1600-h/DSC01519.edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171519056055599554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8TtLn1bgcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/1JbBbvYWRzQ/s320/DSC01519.edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our dinner =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8TtMX1bgdI/AAAAAAAAAwk/D-cCWKaP_Hg/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171519068940501458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8TtMX1bgdI/AAAAAAAAAwk/D-cCWKaP_Hg/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm doing nothing at home. i just don't feel like playing the piano. practice at night. rawrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;waiting for DEAR to wake up and see if can go catch another movie. hehx. JUNO!! gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shall cont slacking. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[/UPDATE]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great night with my LOVE yest.&lt;br /&gt;blog more tonight. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;魔羯座&lt;br /&gt;很有责任心的魔羯，永远认为让心爱的女人幸福是他人生最重要的使命。想要他多关心你，就表现出不开心的样子，自然就会问你发生了什么事。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;its true yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like drawing spirals.&lt;br /&gt;i determine when i want to stop drawing.&lt;br /&gt;when will i be able to stop myself from drawing on and on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW MY DEAREST DEAR YEST!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6993279140549660351?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6993279140549660351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6993279140549660351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6993279140549660351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6993279140549660351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/ps-i-love-you.html' title='alone and together'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8TtLn1bgcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/1JbBbvYWRzQ/s72-c/DSC01519.edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6625173395938146557</id><published>2008-02-25T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T07:36:31.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>thousand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;my sms counter reads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;347&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and that's since 11FEB08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;my mind says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD GIRL PRIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;serious. ever since i got my free 1000 sms free, i've been struggling to keep within the limit, with me exceeding last month and having to pay the excess myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT, look at this month's its almost half a month gone, and i am still rather far from half-way mark. cool aye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT that's coz loser ain't here for me to whine. and the feeling sucks big time. everything is inside my own mind, filling it to the brim already. my phone's been quiet, and always, out of habit, i keep checking my phone for msges, when there isn't any. wtf. gosh. can loser come back quickquick!! so i can whine again!! there's no one who can take my whines like loser!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i was happy today!! coz my phone became ALIVE (accord to nightmare). yeaa. msged nightmare.. haha.. and i made his usually-dead phone alive!! muahahha. lalalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;本周运势 24 Feb - 1 Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;魔羯座&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本周魔羯座的朋友们，周日、周一适合把家里及办公室全部打扫干净，把堆积已久的文件全部清除，良好的工作环境，可以提升你的工作效率哦！周二、周三是你本&lt;br /&gt;周最忙的两天，你会为了处理某件事情，脑筋要不停的转动，而且还要跟很多人沟通，直到事情解决你才会安心，周四到周六会为了让某件事情可以快速结束，你必&lt;br /&gt;须花加倍的效率来把他完成，周末假日你会想脱离城市的拥挤，到景色宜人郊区散心，让自己可以好好放轻松。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;lols. i cleaned my room yest alrd. so hahah.. lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;spent my night looking randomly for songs and found quite a few. *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;did appraisal for the loner nightmare. THANK ME!! muahahhaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i'm gonna sleep now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;tml's P.S I LOVE YOU with LOVE at night!! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NIGHTS PEOPLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;别爱我 像爱个朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6625173395938146557?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6625173395938146557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6625173395938146557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6625173395938146557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6625173395938146557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/thousand.html' title='thousand'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-1570735054099767580</id><published>2008-02-24T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T08:19:58.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for thought'/><title type='text'>安静</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the title explains my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;安静. totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i didn feel like talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and it sorta pissed my mum off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and i was packing my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and i found the score book i bought in yunnan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;the one with the jay chou songs inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and i turned to this song. sat myself down at the piano and learned how to play it without giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and the song is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;安静.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;nightmare was playing it yest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;on that spoilt piano in the canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;and it sorta influenced me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;was reading the papers today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and one of the main story was abt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SINGAPORE WOMEN'S EXPECTATIONS TOO HIGH. or something like this la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and they mentioned that many s'porean females expect their guys to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. pay for their meals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. send them safely home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. open car doors for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. dress up for occasions e.g. anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5. carry handbags for them. (50% of surveyed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when i read it, i was wtf-ing all the way. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;to me, those are materialistic measures of a guy. ok, maybe except for sending me safely home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;seriously, so what if they don't do all those above. does it mean that the guy isn a good guy/bf? i think its about the image the girl wants to portray? show others how sweet the guy is? how lucky she is to have such a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;stupid thinking really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;esp the carrying of handbags. i've always been disgusted by guys carrying handbags for the bfs. i think it enhances gay factor. really. i cnt imagine my bf carrying my handbag for me. i'd be embarrassed!! gosh. i've always told my bro to NOT carry his gf's handbag for her in the future. its just such an.. eyesore la. haha.=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;mummy has always taught me to stand on my own. no $$, don't spend. always do things that i can manage by myself. so i never expect my guy to pay for me, or open the car door for me. coz they're things i can do myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;its sincerity that matters in the materialistic side of a relationship. i never expect much from my guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i just want him to &lt;b&gt;TRUELY&lt;/b&gt; love me for who i am, care for me, appreciate my plus points, respect me and my beliefs, accept my bad points. thats all. seriously. i don't need him to be handsome, tall, rich, have six-packs or whatever. i just want someone who can do all those above. thats all. that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i wonder when i will ever find that him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i spent some time doing the collages again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i find that, 2 pics per collage is just nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;here you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8GBln1bgZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/XggF_XUJN_I/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170556330546266514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8GBln1bgZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/XggF_XUJN_I/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; i added the plastic bag background. haha. looks better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8GBl31bgaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/KEh60uvM4YE/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170556334841233826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8GBl31bgaI/AAAAAAAAAwM/KEh60uvM4YE/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; something different. for yunnan ocip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8GBmH1bgbI/AAAAAAAAAwU/gr0GA9jn4JU/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170556339136201138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8GBmH1bgbI/AAAAAAAAAwU/gr0GA9jn4JU/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for eyegang! see the background and you will see my LOVE's face. she's the center of them all. thats why she's my LOVE &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and the FINALE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170556321956331906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8GBlH1bgYI/AAAAAAAAAv8/p8nJhqtqxtQ/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;DEAR!!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its a new week tml.&lt;br /&gt;i shall start AFRESH!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要我自己坚强&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;知道我能做到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;我就要活得比从前更好&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-1570735054099767580?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1570735054099767580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=1570735054099767580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1570735054099767580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1570735054099767580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='安静'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8GBln1bgZI/AAAAAAAAAwE/XggF_XUJN_I/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-4134335446860664943</id><published>2008-02-23T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T08:15:02.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>beeaauuuttiiiifffullll</title><content type='html'>i was playing around with this new picture editing programme!&lt;br /&gt;and i found this!! weee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one for the buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8BAJn1bgVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/UyW3yNUAISI/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170202906277413202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8BAJn1bgVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/UyW3yNUAISI/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one for LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8BAJ31bgWI/AAAAAAAAAvs/u0A6pA_BWBA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170202910572380514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8BAJ31bgWI/AAAAAAAAAvs/u0A6pA_BWBA/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall do more.. for Li Lin, DEAR.. when i take more photos with them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[UPDATE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going through the limited pictures i have in my lappie.&lt;br /&gt;and i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170209284303847794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8BF831bgXI/AAAAAAAAAv0/RloX9em-M60/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TADA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; FOR Li Lin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;her favourite flower!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i took the pictures of the flowers myself kkays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that time when i went to buy flowers with mummy. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;time to lame with Li Lin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then slp! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nights!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;highing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[/UPDATE]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-4134335446860664943?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4134335446860664943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=4134335446860664943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4134335446860664943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4134335446860664943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-playing-around-with-this-new.html' title='beeaauuuttiiiifffullll'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8BAJn1bgVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/UyW3yNUAISI/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6298548528521792477</id><published>2008-02-23T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T06:34:17.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red cross'/><title type='text'>beautifool saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170169328223092962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8AhnH1bgOI/AAAAAAAAAus/keG1rDhpciY/s200/IMG_0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;register with me if you are one of those who smiles and wants me to! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. lamee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;BACK FROM SINGAPORE RED CROSS SOCIETY FLAG DAY 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;what a nice way to spend a beautifool saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i interacted and lamed around with my buddies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;KK, LM, NIGHTMARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. i think although there wasn much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;we had a lil fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;with the &lt;i&gt;*er-hem er-hem*&lt;/i&gt; entertainment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;annd the photo taking nightmare suddenly suggested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ain't regretting spending my saturday like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;rather fun. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;PLUS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I SAW DEARRRRR!!! gosh.. i miss DEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;pics pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8AhmH1bgKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/OiSEqPTO2GM/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170169311043223714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8AhmH1bgKI/AAAAAAAAAuM/OiSEqPTO2GM/s200/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; lee min, pris, act-cute ambrose, act-cute ken khoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8Ahmn1bgLI/AAAAAAAAAuU/WJWNmva8hwo/s1600-h/IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170175375537045826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8AnHH1bgUI/AAAAAAAAAvc/YDgnjwKCF9g/s200/IMG_0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;number one from ten multiple shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;won't post the rest. damn funnay thou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170169323928125650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8Ahm31bgNI/AAAAAAAAAuk/idv5Awemic0/s200/DSC01496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the bags of cans.. look like rubbish hor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8Ahmn1bgMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/esABYROM-is/s1600-h/IMG_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170169319633158338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8Ahmn1bgMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/esABYROM-is/s200/IMG_0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; the pooh bear LM picked up on the bus and brose abused it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i admit i was emo-ing a lil when i was free.. and waiting for the van to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i sorta took pics while waiting for the van to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170170350425309442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8Aiin1bgQI/AAAAAAAAAu8/cFin0lWuZ3I/s200/DSC01504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170170363310211362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8AijX1bgSI/AAAAAAAAAvM/BbWMNcE6ZTU/s200/DSC01498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i love the architecture of the bottom of the rotunda.. clean lines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170170354720276754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8Aii31bgRI/AAAAAAAAAvE/v9yfj3Rh6T4/s200/DSC01512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;pris was a guai girl and she tucked in her rc tee today! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;finally talking to LOVE online again. watching P.S I LOVE YOU with her on tues!! yayness!! i love my LOVE!!! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i need to have determination!! nightmare says i'm emoing again. somehow, i really think.. i'm sorta used to this kind of feelings alrd. it just happens and i'll just silence/cry over it and it'll be over. until another feeling comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;LOVE told me something that DEAR told me before. really, i know it alrd. though it affects me, it isn really that affecting.. seriously. as long as i don't get a definate reply from him i wont be able to let go. even if i do get the answer, i really wonder how long i'll take to get it over again. i totally have no idea. lots of first given.. i wonder what i will have in return. i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i cam-whored again after so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ending off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8AiiH1bgPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/DTXnfdUphTg/s1600-h/DSC01470.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170170341835374834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8AiiH1bgPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/DTXnfdUphTg/s200/DSC01470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8AnGn1bgTI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2TTGBcp8OiU/s1600-h/DSC01480.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170175366947111218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8AnGn1bgTI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2TTGBcp8OiU/s200/DSC01480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;time oh time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;will you be the solution to everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6298548528521792477?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6298548528521792477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6298548528521792477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6298548528521792477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6298548528521792477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautifool-saturday.html' title='beautifool saturday'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R8AhnH1bgOI/AAAAAAAAAus/keG1rDhpciY/s72-c/IMG_0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-5027623735086256247</id><published>2008-02-23T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:00:11.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>fading notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pris ponned music lesson again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i really wonder why i'm struggling to continue music lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because every lesson is a reluctant one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for me. and i'm sure for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;totally losing my interest in piano alrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or rather boring pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;exams pieces. scales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i seriously hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i feel like i'm practising for exams and only exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and everytime i fail, i just feel stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;brings my morale down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and that is when i practise and i don't get results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but seriously speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i touch my piano once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when i'm at lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i seriously have no time to practise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if i really need, i'd have sacrifice comp time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've always preferred songs scores..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;those songs la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with lyrics and that i'm familiar with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes, when i touch my piano, i'd rather play those than my exam pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;damnit seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have to go for that grade 8 exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cnt waste $$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and i need to PASS IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;someone save me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;that aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;mummy was nagging me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;for not being able to adapt to my new workplace. oh whatever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;i really need a life lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;everyday is just home, work, home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;the only time i can be a lil more happy is when i meet up with rachel and yh for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;and with yh and rachel leaving soon, i'd be alone again. goshgosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;i want a transfer back to rainbow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;andandand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;i want a new NIKE BOTTLE!! rawrs. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;i used my bro's one the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;and i want one too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;i want the pink one! think i saw it before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;the one with the hard casing and the clipclip thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;i think its chio la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;haha. shall pester mummy to buy for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;andandand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;i want to go SHOPPING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;OG's having 70% sale la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;gosh. mummy's haven't been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;meaning we'll be going soon! i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;OG is so much less aunty-ish than last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;i need to get formal. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shall slack ard more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;before going for RC FLAG DAY.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;spoilt tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-5027623735086256247?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5027623735086256247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=5027623735086256247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5027623735086256247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5027623735086256247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/fading-notes.html' title='fading notes'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-8068272008777568784</id><published>2008-02-22T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T07:18:41.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>destructive sweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;guys can be the sweetest thing one can have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but they can also also be most destructive creature too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm amused by my own actions yesterday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;amused. shocked. i totally cannot believe i typed those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but at least i got what i wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;if its love, it one sided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but i don't really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;because i will when i believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;even it doesn come through, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;at least i have the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i need my dose of alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i want to forget all these again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i realise i take after ah-gong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;alcohol-addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i miss ah-gong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;if he's still with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'd not be crying alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'd be crying to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i need inspiration to continue working at HQ man.&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i want a transfer back to rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;or..&lt;br /&gt;i'll quit end of this month. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i'd rather be packed and watched by supervisors.&lt;br /&gt;then being down there all on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i wonder when i can meet him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;anw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;星座身体语言分析&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;摩羯座&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;脸型有点长，不过身材通常很好，有强壮的大腿。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;gosh. so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;只要你能听到我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;看到我的全心全意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-8068272008777568784?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8068272008777568784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=8068272008777568784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8068272008777568784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8068272008777568784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/destructive-sweets.html' title='destructive sweets'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-7170130804249138319</id><published>2008-02-21T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T05:42:14.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>cocktail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;..: -٭٭٭†° äMB®ø§ε °†٭٭٭- ~~ [SGDOD]+Major Brose+Sr ~~ :..&lt;br /&gt;New HP No: 90065987 said:&lt;br /&gt;come! wish me!&lt;br /&gt;last one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris the&lt;br /&gt;crybaby said:&lt;br /&gt;iGOOD LUCKKKKK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..: -٭٭٭†° äMB®ø§ε °†٭٭٭- ~~&lt;br /&gt;[SGDOD]+Major Brose+Sr ~~ :.. New HP No: 90065987 said:&lt;br /&gt;:):):):)&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;woohooO!&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pris rocks my socks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANK YOU NIGHTMAREEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. he made my night/day.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. it has been a long time since someone said that to me! haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear everytime i talk to nightmare online, we're both zi-highing lorr.&lt;br /&gt;but its fun.&lt;br /&gt;its ESCAPADE!!&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU NIGHTMAREEEE!! i simply love my nightmare for everything he does.. so kuku yet it cheers me up!! woooo~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i guess that was the only thing that could make me struggle through the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;as usual, i got nagged by mummy early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then i was a little late for work, coz i left home late and the bus came late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;then the 2nd floor was horrible. i felt caged. except for 4 walls, and the ceiling and the floor, the tables and the chairs, the computers and the documents, the EA stuff and the 2 other ppl, there was simply nothing. not even a window can. its worse than jail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was seriously going crazy, and as usual, i went to the toilet and cried. not before i msged LOVE that i felt like crying. i simply had a spliting headache which made me want to go home. not to mention the whole stack of forms which i couldn figure out how to scan. gosh. what a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;lunch was superly ex. had no appetite and wasted at least half of my bowl of porridge which cost me 4 freaking bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lunch after work was more bearable with my sour plum, but it was still bad. i felt real cooped inside. i felt worse than a jailbird. facing nothing but the computer and the wall. even radio was unable to perk me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i msged des. and didn get a reply. well, i didn expect one immediately too. disappointed i was not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;couldn take it. left at 6.20. who cares about me!? my supervisor went off before me. there was no one to watch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just received des's reply. i'm feeling real guilty now. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey des, if you ever read this, i'm sorry, really sorry. it has always been me to complain about my own things. and you'd always be there to cheer me on, even though you're having it worse than me. i'm sorry for always imposing my pain on you. you've always been here, picking me up, no matter what. for that, thank you. really! no number of thank yous will be enough. its your optimism and helpfulness that keeps me going everyday. i really hope everything goes right for you. because you being happy will make me happy too! thank you and ilu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having real mixed feelings now.&lt;br /&gt;i am still the crybaby i was yest and the days before and the years before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped yest's one.&lt;br /&gt;shall just post today's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;星座不能失去的东西?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;摩羯座最怕失去的东西：信任&lt;br /&gt;摩羯座是一个圆滑，无论在任何情况下都和上司相处得很好的星座，如果因为某些事使上司对他们失去了原本的信任，会让他痛不欲生的。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think its sososo true. not the first time i'm reading about this trust thingy. trust needs to exist in everything in life. friends. family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm feeling something which i've never felt before. i should not be feeling this way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need time to clear my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOD LUCK NIGHTMAREEEE!!&lt;/span&gt; for your final paper! may you achieve your straight As!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;be honoured ok! you're having this on my blog when you're not my dear or love! hahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightmare rocks my socks too! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;明天你將離我有多遠 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-7170130804249138319?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7170130804249138319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=7170130804249138319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7170130804249138319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7170130804249138319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/cocktail.html' title='cocktail'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-4808278276452127054</id><published>2008-02-21T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:40:08.818-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>mummy has a ipod video with the bigbig mirror behind&lt;br /&gt;i play happily with it&lt;br /&gt;talking to my friends&lt;br /&gt;suddenly&lt;br /&gt;"********"&lt;br /&gt;his nickname sounded.&lt;br /&gt;i turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i will nv put that nick up. its btwn me, him, and elvin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-4808278276452127054?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4808278276452127054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=4808278276452127054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4808278276452127054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4808278276452127054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6440109437351895065</id><published>2008-02-20T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T16:32:01.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>have you seen my bucket of tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've always been called a cry baby by my relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i used to not admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but as i grew older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm beginning to accept the fact that i am indeed a crybaby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;a very big one indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i cry over lil things. i cry over everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i cry ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when things don't meet my expectations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when i'm bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when i'm crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when i'm alone at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when my msges go unreplied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when dates are cancelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when i'm stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when i listen to songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when i watch sad movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when i'm sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when mummy doesn buy me what i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when daddy jokingly insults me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when bro takes my soft toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when I scream at mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when i think of ah-gong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when i miss des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when i try to make myself let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when my friends don't know that i'm sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when i learn that i'd unknowingly made my friend sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when my friends are sadd. esp LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when i cnt play my piano well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when i cnt do my drills perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;when i realise i am not a leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when i'm running late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;when i'm homesick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;basically i cry over everything and anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i'm not that strong and hardy person people see me as. others may see me as this girl who's confident and strong and does not cry easily. but all those are just that outer shell of me. the shell that was trained out due to the circumstances i've been in. camps, family, friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;camps. one aim. never give up, continue till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;family. one reason. you're even in more fault when you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;friends. one rule. never spoil their happiness with your crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and that is why not many have really seen me cry. probably only my 2 gfs. Li Lin and LOVE. only they've seen me cry. and of course some of the OCIP ppl when i cried in yunnan. apart from them, only Li Lin and LOVE have seen me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Li Lin in particular. ever since sec 3 when we became super close.. she's seen me cry numerous times, over KY, but mostly rc stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;LOVE, in recent times, feel my tears most of the times when i cry coz of des. she nv really sees me cry, but she knows when i'm crying. she's by far, the only one, to be able to detect my emo-ness by chatting with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;as much as i hate myself for being such a cry baby, i cnt help it. its just me. i grew up in an environment where i had to fend for myself. growing up with grandparents and male cousins, ain't the best way to make one strong. when i was young, i cried to gain attention. when i grew older, i cried because i was sad. now, i cry because of everything. how ironic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;i guess w/o my friends to accompany me through, i'd have cried my eyes blind. this specially applies to LOVE and LOSER! esp, loser. if he hasn been there to entertain my whine and emo-ness, i'd be crying very often because i've got no release outlet. thanks loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;and LOVE, if it wasn her to emo with me, so i'd have to comfort her, i;d be crying very often at night too! thanks LOVE!v&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;and DEAR too. she hates me to cry. she always wants me to be stronger. and always i'd try. and when i fail, she forgive me and it makes me feel guilty and make me wanna be stronger. oh my dear DEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i blogged about this because i felt a lil irritated with myself for crying alot. and this came about when i was crying in the office toilet. i had no one to talk to, no music to accompany me, all the documents they asked me to scan felt so foreign, was afraid that i'd have lots of rejects and they'd complain and i'd lose my job. i felt stressed and lonely. there was no loser. so i went to the toilet and cried. when i came out of the cubicle and saw myself in the mirror, i felt loser-ish. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;in conclusion, no one has ever seen my full bucket of tears. but call me crybaby for all you want. coz i am a crybaby. period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;will you even know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6440109437351895065?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6440109437351895065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6440109437351895065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6440109437351895065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6440109437351895065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-you-seen-my-bucket-of-tears.html' title='have you seen my bucket of tears'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-7642338785929429500</id><published>2008-02-19T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T07:04:06.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i suddenly thought of this stupid way to blog today. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;8.30am, at home, in front of my lappie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came online and saw des's offline msg. random yet it managed to make me smile =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;8.45am, at home, still in front of my lappie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was browsing through friendster.. saw this comment by someone for someone. so omg la.. the msg put across is so &lt;s&gt;damn bloody&lt;/s&gt; clear. freak. desperate? i dunno. must tell DEAR abt it la. she'll tell me what it means!! for now, it makes me irk.. ewwss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;9.20am, on the way to work, aboard bus 7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to the radio now and they're playing the song STAND UP FOR SINGAPORE. so damn cute la. making me smile. so much for supporting S'pore for YOG. haha. feel so national day-y. lols. perking me up. now i cnt sleep on the bus alrd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;11.50am, prinsep house, in front of my work terminal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got to know that i'll be transferred to main to work permanently. arghs.. i don't want.. no one to talk to me there. =(( if its because they want to make use of my good satistics to finish up the backlog there, i'd rather have lousy statistics then. feel so cooped. damn weird w/o loser for me to whine to!! sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1.25pm, on the way back from lunch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking on my own with 2 lil &lt;s&gt;bitches&lt;/s&gt;girls talking behind me. damn. they're irritating can. keep talking abt low pay and all. can't you be glad that you've got a job now and stop the irritating nonsense. AND how i wish you'd stop calling me short. f***! annie was saying that i cnt wear jeans to work when i'm at main. sheesh. i need more formal clothes!! THAT BLACK JEANS!! SPONSORS!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3.10pm, prinsep house, in front of my work terminal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead stuck on the song, WHEN YOU BELIEVE. the lyrics are.. i dunno.. its meant for ppl to believe, but i don't believe the lyrics. &lt;i&gt;you will when you believe&lt;/i&gt;, i will fail if i believe aye. seriously, miracles nv come to me no matter how hard i believe. WHERE'S LOSERRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;5.37pm, prinsep house, in the toilet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally forced myself to leave the song. the office damn cold, its only me that feels so. so i'm in the toilet now, peeing the water i drank. lols. feeling real emo now. everything inside me, no one to tell to.. loser's not here. only me, my phone and i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6.15pm, prinsep house, in front of work terminal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work's ending soon!! i'm real bored and slack and stoned. been drawing kuku smiley faces to make myself smile. but its so totally not working. even minesweepers ain cheering me up. sucks. must be that comment taking its effects now. damndamndamn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;7.10pm, on the way home, aboard bus 7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cnt slp again. so affected by that comment, plus the 2 !#$$% saying i'm short. and that i'm cute only when i laugh. fruck! and the stupid man behind me sneezing and couging. irritating and dirty! gosh! LOSERRR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;8.00pm, at home, dining table&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discussing with daddy about appeal to NP. got a definate NO. said what its too far, scholarships can also apply myself after year 3. if only they'd make more effort la. i mean, look at CL's dad. gosh. BIG DIFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;10:20pm, at home, in front of lappie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sent him the song. and thats all for convo. well. i didn expect much. geesh. hate the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. that was my day. all were recorded by typing in my phone. no faking or whatsoever pls. quite evident that i'm over reliant on loser for emotional whining and release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;the smileys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168699921126883442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7rpMX1bgHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/4BFHy9pF7a0/s200/DSC01451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;numo SATU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168699912536948834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7rpL31bgGI/AAAAAAAAAts/6As-I4LmP7c/s200/DSC01448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;numo DUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168699929716818050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7rpM31bgII/AAAAAAAAAt8/bTDLA9pXbuY/s200/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and the became friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7rpNn1bgJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/MZG6COYcwy8/s1600-h/DSC01449.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168699942601719954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7rpNn1bgJI/AAAAAAAAAuE/MZG6COYcwy8/s200/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but you ain't cheering me up by hiding there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;today's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;星座穿衣服品位评价&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;魔羯座——7分&lt;br /&gt;　　经典的设计与剪裁常令你看来神采飞扬。但别忘了加一点色彩，它可以让你的创意得以尽情发挥。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;changed my blog song again. so here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WHEN YOU BELIEVE (Mariah&lt;br /&gt;Carey &amp;amp; Whithney Houston)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many nights&lt;br /&gt;we've&lt;br /&gt;prayed&lt;br /&gt;With no&lt;br /&gt;proof anyone could hear&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts a&lt;br /&gt;hopeful song&lt;br /&gt;We barely&lt;br /&gt;understood&lt;br /&gt;Now we are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Although&lt;br /&gt;we know there's&lt;br /&gt;much to&lt;br /&gt;fear&lt;br /&gt;We were moving mountains&lt;br /&gt;Long&lt;br /&gt;before we knew we could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you&lt;br /&gt;believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope&lt;br /&gt;is frail&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what&lt;br /&gt;miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can&lt;br /&gt;achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will, (Now&lt;br /&gt;you will (3rd Chorus&lt;br /&gt;through))&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this&lt;br /&gt;time of fear&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;br /&gt;prayer so&lt;br /&gt;often proves in vain&lt;br /&gt;Hope seemed&lt;br /&gt;like the summer birds&lt;br /&gt;Too&lt;br /&gt;swiftly flown&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I'm&lt;br /&gt;standing here&lt;br /&gt;My heart's so full, I&lt;br /&gt;can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Seeking faith and&lt;br /&gt;speaking words&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in times&lt;br /&gt;when all your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;And you go&lt;br /&gt;through life&lt;br /&gt;afraid&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;your heart there lies a hopeful song&lt;br /&gt;That is&lt;br /&gt;there to guide&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;br /&gt;And all the hurt and all the pain&lt;br /&gt;You soon&lt;br /&gt;will learn was not in&lt;br /&gt;vain&lt;br /&gt;For all your prayers, they will be heard&lt;br /&gt;They'll come to pass&lt;br /&gt;through faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;sleeping timmeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i left too many ends untied and tripped myself over with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-7642338785929429500?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7642338785929429500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=7642338785929429500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7642338785929429500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7642338785929429500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/time.html' title='time.'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7rpMX1bgHI/AAAAAAAAAt0/4BFHy9pF7a0/s72-c/DSC01451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6542370909387645022</id><published>2008-02-19T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:35:30.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>7:45</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGAPORE POLY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;here i come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;with a less than very willing heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i will do my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;for me myself i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;JIE no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NP no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i just saw something on friendster that made my jaws drop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;zomg,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so obvious laa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;stupid bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;workworkwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6542370909387645022?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6542370909387645022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6542370909387645022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6542370909387645022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6542370909387645022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/745.html' title='7:45'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-3118942791026921977</id><published>2008-02-18T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:02:45.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaningful storys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>shout it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;jie forwarded this story to me, which i almost cried after reading it. so i decided to post it here for you guys to read too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;10th Grade&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair. I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like that. And I knew it. Afterclass she walkedup to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;11th Grade&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said 'thanks,' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;12th Grade&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. 'My date issick,' she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as 'best friends,' so we did. Prom night after everything was over I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, 'I had the best time, thanks!' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I wanther to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Graduation Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home,she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, 'You're my best friend, thanks!' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her toknow that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Few Years Later&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married, now. Iwatched her say, 'I do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, 'You came!' She said, 'thanks!' and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Funeral&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girlwho used to be my best friend.' At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me… i wish I did too… i thought to myself, and Icried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;i think the story is so true. but everytime, its not this easy to make your true feelings known. seriously. i mean even between close friends, there's always this facade there, whats more with someone you love. for myself, i think i will never walk out of my habit of liking someone and not telling them. its just me. because i know not to lift my hopes high, coz it'll hurt more when i fall. furthermore, no one has spurred me to verbalise my feelings. until elvin came and broke my habit in this on-going eposode. well, that was a once-off and i'm like super sure it'll nv happen again. because it f***ing hurts right now. total regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was blog-hopping just now and came across this one-liner by a friend. &lt;i&gt;hey friend, you know something, i have learnt to not trust you anymore. because i always know the answer. the know-your-feeling ability is getting lesser by the day. each time a qtn is posed, i will know your definate ans, even though you give a indefinate one. dont think yourself as the one-liner, because you might just describing your friend here. i wonder when our tele will come back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i've told a few friends about this saying i've heard over the radio i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"secondary school friends are the ones who will be your longest lasting&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i used to believe it. yet now, slowly, i'm not really swearing by it anymore. i feel that the friends i make outside sec sch are providing me more support than my sec sch friends. no offence though. ppl like LOVE, nightmare, des. they seems to listen to me more, and understand what i really need at each point of time. esp eli LOVE. seriously speaking, she's the only one i come online for. to chat with her every night. because i can release some of the unhappiness and share my happiness. she's the only one who will genuinely share them with me. and vice versa. no one else can provide that anymore. not even the one i used to trust and tried to hard to keep it up. well. this is part and parcel of life. friends come and go, but i will always try my best to hold on to everyone! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;loser's going to INDIA tml. 3 weeks. siansiansian. means no one for me to complain and whine to. gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;posting's out tml. sians. tuesday date with LOVE cancelled. double sians. but at least i can cont'd saving so i can go for the much awaited shopping with LOVE at ease. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;本周运势 19th - 25th Feb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;魔羯座投资得利，财运亨通，但要谨防来得快去得急；一下骨头酸痛，一下肚子不舒服，健康亮红灯，浑身不对劲；出外游玩，易生旅游纠纷或与同行者发生口角。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i suddenly miss him alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;shall sleep early. promised LOVE to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;傻瓜也許單純得多&lt;br /&gt;愛得沒那麼做作&lt;br /&gt;愛上了我不保留&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-3118942791026921977?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3118942791026921977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=3118942791026921977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3118942791026921977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3118942791026921977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/jie-forwarded-this-story-to-me-which-i.html' title='shout it out'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-436554087505245253</id><published>2008-02-17T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T07:23:31.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>closed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;home from family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;dinner-ed at &lt;u&gt;IMPERIAL TREAUSRES&lt;/u&gt; at great world city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;food's not bad. esp the steamed cake and cookie!! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but it costs approx 300 bucks per family of 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so ex can! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but i had real fun with the cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i think we're getting dirtier in our minds but yet closer as the years passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i love my cousins =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167947554525773826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7g8631bgAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/XNw7E8fHou4/s200/P1060342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;megan, clara, pris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;moving on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;i've been very open nowadays about my education route. i don't really mind telling people i failed promos and am waiting to enter poly. i can tell my juniors, who once admired me for my good results. i can tell my relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT, one person i still cnt talk openly with is non other than my mum. seriously. i totally hate it when she brings it up because in some way or another, i feel insulted when she talks about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and so today, she brought it up again and i got real pissed at screamed at her and cried. and guess how she managed to approach the topic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;by talking about AGE. like WTF!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;somehow, there's still this spiritual distance between me and mum that i am still unable to overcome la. i always get easily irritated when i'm around her. i am unable to talk about things with her around. even when i'm talking to my cousins, i am unable to express myself freely. there're alot of things i will nv want her to know. not that i don't trust her, just that, she isn exactly the kind of mum who i want to tell my things to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh whatever. i'm not supposed to give up on improving my relationship with my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and yes, when i was crying after screaming, the first person i thought of was des. oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;random photos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167951394226536466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7hAaX1bgBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/IheFj9s_spM/s200/P1060321.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;CNY at ah-ma hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7hAa31bgCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/8hJp0LW15a8/s1600-h/P1060329.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167951402816471074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7hAa31bgCI/AAAAAAAAAtM/8hJp0LW15a8/s200/P1060329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; the rare pic of my &lt;s&gt;ahbeng&lt;/s&gt; brother with his b'day cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7hAbX1bgDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/J2K57JrnfPY/s1600-h/P1060332.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167951411406405682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7hAbX1bgDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/J2K57JrnfPY/s200/P1060332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; my cute nai-nai &amp;amp; ye-ye. love them loads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7hAcX1bgEI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZRMrgMkscyc/s1600-h/DSC01436.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167951428586274882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7hAcX1bgEI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ZRMrgMkscyc/s200/DSC01436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; our gold trophy!!! =DDD *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7hAc31bgFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Nxn043Dr4nQ/s1600-h/DSC01441.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167951437176209490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7hAc31bgFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Nxn043Dr4nQ/s200/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SQUAD 33!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;am so not looking forward to work tml. i will have no lunch because i only have 90cents in my wallet now. gosh. DIE. cnt take money from mummy alrd. =( diet! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;tues prob meeting LOVE at bugis for her sudden-urge-shopping. ha. she spend i watch. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and DEAR!!! TAKE CARE OF YOUR ANKLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;[UPDATE]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;i was playing around with the programmes in my lappie. and i found this movie maker programme. damn cool. i think i am so living in the past. i think it has been ard for eons. haha. \hmm. when i get enough pics from eyegang, shall do one for eyegang. was testing out with my own zilian pics. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;shall go zzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;[/update]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;我会笑著脸 看著你高飞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-436554087505245253?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/436554087505245253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=436554087505245253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/436554087505245253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/436554087505245253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/closed.html' title='closed'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7g8631bgAI/AAAAAAAAAs8/XNw7E8fHou4/s72-c/P1060342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-5621426775096223134</id><published>2008-02-16T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:11:27.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>memories tainted red</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" CHAMPIONS OF EAST DISTRICT GOES TO SQUAD 33, TANJONG KATONG SECONDARY SCHOOL! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was really sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the squad stood up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we supporters stood up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;finally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at that very same venue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;where we lost the champion trophy 2 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we got it back again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and they went even further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEY GOT INTO THE FINALS!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something tkrcy has nv been able to achieve in eons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;even though we didn clinch top 3 in nationals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm still real proud of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;new format. something never tried before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we managed to climb all the way up and clinch 2 trophies this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as quoted bt reinaldo sir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;" we walk in as losers, we walk out as WINNERS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how apt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after the whole thing ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;paulina, aaron, shun him, verity, wee zong, serena, kk sir, haoning and i treated the squad to pizza hut at tpy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we sponsored them 100 bucks for 4 large pizzas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and they were hopping happy! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;though i burnt a hole in my pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its all worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;typing all those above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;made me think over my 4 years as a cadet/NCO of tkrcy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;SEC 1. tough. with huda ma'am and chee keong sir as VIs. me and yiting really hated trgs. always wanted to pon. threatened to quit. didn have a good year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;SEC 2. things got better. had more interest in trgs. started to like fd. AOP. execution of proposals. became super buddies with yiting and chuying. slacked at trgs with them. back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;SEC 3. backstabbing became apparent. passed the chance to participate in FDC. regretted. plan camp. squad crisis. squad trashing. nightmare as VI.got wind abt rumours that i was the best candidate for chairman. strongly rejected the idea of being in exco for fear of spoining frdship with yt and cy. decided to take up challenge after persuasion from yt&amp;amp;cy. disappointed with being vice-chair. slacked as VC. left saikang a.k.a scoldings and everything bad to chairman. tortured cadets during fd lessons. ULP. became in love with rc. met new friends. became more confident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;SEC 4. superman tan as YO. tough times. rushing proposals and events. distanced from yt&amp;amp;cy. DOUBLE GOLD. fdc crisis. pissed at myself for not volunteering to be commander for fdc. screwed fdc. lost champion trophy. squad split with hn and isaac one side. others the other. became much more bonded as a team excluding hn. patched up with her. last camp as cadet of tkrcy. quarrels with yt,cy, yl. got my SWO rank. cried lots. stepping down. went back regularly to help out. things became lots better. rallied against idea of lm getting DA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;YEAR 2007. trained squad for fdc. tried joining VIP. quit after 1 CS. stopped commitments. signed up as non-uniformed volunteer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;YEAR 2008. trying to commit more to redcross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no doubt my 4 years in tkrcy was super rocky and no doubt unhappy. BUT 4 years in tkrcy made me stronger as a person. esp after ULP. no doubt, my squad was the smallest and slackest committee in tkrcy history, we managed to pave the way for tkrcy's greater heights, that making me super proud to be a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;TKRCY CADET&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. whats' more, we still meet up every half year for squad outings. something i didn expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;our squad. TKRCY 0307. my pride. my joy. my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;last but not least,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE TKRCY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i feel real relieved seeing the batches becoming more and more uniited. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i had a really good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;shall go off to slp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;have to go temple tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then family dinner at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;esp YOU! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-5621426775096223134?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5621426775096223134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=5621426775096223134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5621426775096223134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5621426775096223134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/memories-tainted-red.html' title='memories tainted red'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6173934447227531983</id><published>2008-02-15T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T07:45:07.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>goldies oldies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;pictures up today!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;before that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i need to start hitting the books and the piano alrd.&lt;br /&gt;intensive.&lt;br /&gt;i tried studying the notes loser lent me.&lt;br /&gt;and i shut them 5 minutes into opening them.&lt;br /&gt;gosh&lt;br /&gt;i dread playing pieces now.&lt;br /&gt;possibility of passing grd 8 prac is ever so low!&lt;br /&gt;plus, i paying the fees from my own pocket!! !%^$&amp;amp;*#&lt;br /&gt;its like a freaking $340 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;i will only get it back if i pass it. zomg.&lt;br /&gt;i really need to start practising like crazzziiiieeee man!! =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats aside.&lt;br /&gt;i had a really nice lunch with the girls at tj today.&lt;br /&gt;chicken rice with desert.&lt;br /&gt;lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and the cadets almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;their drills were superb.&lt;br /&gt;i could feel their commitment, attention, effort, tears, sweat.&lt;br /&gt;all in that few minutes of drills.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;its such an achievement, given that they had to fend for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;making me feel real guitly for not going back to train them.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST my dear juniors.&lt;br /&gt;i have ultimate faith in them.&lt;br /&gt;to get that trophy back.&lt;br /&gt;that very trophy we lost for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;will be cabbing down with haoning after music lesson tml.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghs.&lt;br /&gt;picture time!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;visiting at laoshi's hse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167219089417666418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7WmYn1bf3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/z7Oj2KruDpM/s200/DSC00137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ocip team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167219102302568322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7WmZX1bf4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/4zZdOxkusxU/s200/DSCN1184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;me, timo, eli, kangyu, mingjin, miss koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167219110892502930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7WmZ31bf5I/AAAAAAAAAsE/TbWUIK9ku8Y/s200/DSCN1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;9 of us squeezed on the 2 sofas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167219123777404834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7Wman1bf6I/AAAAAAAAAsM/pfO9_bjEMUk/s200/DSCN1194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;before we left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;eli, pris, zhengrui, kangyu, miss koh, jesalyn, jeanette, timo, joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167220322073280466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7WngX1bf9I/AAAAAAAAAsk/JxK6oDjifQA/s200/DSC01407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;jac &amp;amp; pris (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167220317778313154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7WngH1bf8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/ybDsuCQuRIU/s200/DSC01405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167220339253149682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7WnhX1bf_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/VMQzQecnOXE/s200/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;today at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;fel eli pris bridget jialin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7WnfX1bf7I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Wk9aVazkfqU/s1600-h/DSC01319.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167220304893411250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7WnfX1bf7I/AAAAAAAAAsU/Wk9aVazkfqU/s200/DSC01319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; the beautiful heels that made me unglam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7Wngn1bf-I/AAAAAAAAAss/h5bHaAFJnaw/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;today's horoscope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;如何享受生活 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;摩羯座的你，虽然是出了名的“工作狂”，但是可不能让工作彻底占领了你的生活。只要好好计划一下，就可以做到两不误。例如说试试这个法子--在&lt;br /&gt;星期天安排好下个星期的服饰搭配。如此一来，就不需要每天一早起床，为当天要穿哪件衣服而伤脑筋，省下来的时间就可以不慌不忙的享用美味的早餐，或花些时&lt;br /&gt;间做脸部按摩运动了。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and since i changed my blog song again, shall put up the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;完美故事 by 潘玮柏 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;那时才开始认识你的日子&lt;br /&gt;我重复想着简讯里写的句子&lt;br /&gt;假如你是我等待的爱情故事&lt;br /&gt;我希望每夜都有你的名字&lt;br /&gt;两个人陌生的事&lt;br /&gt;还不是个孤独的字&lt;br /&gt;有些话想几千次&lt;br /&gt;对你想说些什么&lt;br /&gt;但是我没办法解释No&lt;br /&gt;爱是个有你才完美&lt;br /&gt;这故事 我梦中以前就早有永远位置&lt;br /&gt;以为你有一种很单纯的样子&lt;br /&gt;说依然明天 忽然那么真实&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm really looking forward to tml.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;teach me so i can learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6173934447227531983?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6173934447227531983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6173934447227531983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6173934447227531983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6173934447227531983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/pictures-up-today-before-that-i-need-to.html' title='goldies oldies'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R7WmYn1bf3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/z7Oj2KruDpM/s72-c/DSC00137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-8507995329387738479</id><published>2008-02-15T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:20:44.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>mummy not so dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you. =D&lt;br /&gt;for the enlightenment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;D友e泽s He realised and he learned. said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't.. don't ever give up the chance to change one's mind.&lt;br /&gt;rmb to use creative means to communicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i saw this when i came online today.&lt;br /&gt;hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;and the person in subject was my..mummy.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was chatting with him online.&lt;br /&gt;and i told him how i got scolded by mummy for wasting money and buying her a rose for vday.&lt;br /&gt;i bought it for her coz she was complaining that my neighbour bought flowers for his wife.&lt;br /&gt;and she scolded me. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, and for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;someone told me.. "expected reaction given your mum's character"&lt;br /&gt;for ever so long, no one has ever said that to me abt my mum.&lt;br /&gt;whats more from des, who came into contact with my mum due to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;most of my friends, esp childhood friends, know that my mum is this super strict and fierce woman. she's really critical about my friends, though she may seem friendly in front of them. which is why, most of the time, i don't bring friends home, and if i do, its when she isn home. coz i refuse to let my friends be exposed to my mum's superficiality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to me, i have this love-hate relation with my mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;she can be the biggest bitch on earth. she nags like there's no tml early in the morning. and the thing is she brings in random stuff, which makes it even more irritating esp in the morning when i'm still half asleep. and she's super particular about the friends i make. if she doesn like a friend of mine, whenever i say i'm going out with that person, she'll nag and nag and nag, and remind me of the person whatever doings which SHE doesn like. annd she's forever complaining that i don't behave like a girl. i dont sit properly, i don't talk politely and use vulgar language. and when i talk to guys, i behave as if i'm a cheap girl. like wtf. at most when i talk to guys, i talk like a guy and whack them. and i get scolded because of that. so recently, i nv tell my mumabout my friends anymore. coz she's sure to get critical and all. AND, ever since i started work, she keeps irritating me by saying im bound to be late for poly everyday coz i spend too much time in the toilet dressing up, for now, work. lols. and oh ya, she complains that i'm like spending alot of $$ ever since i started work. zomg. i try to eat cheap everyday, not go shopping during lunch/after work. i head home almost everyday after work. like =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;despite all those, i love my mum lots. i get more freedom with her. she lets me plan my own time out and my supposed-time-home is rubber. hehx. she's real cute when she tries to use those cheem chinese idoims when she talks. and even though she doesn show concern for me normally, can always see that there's that concern there. and when i shut myself out from her and my dad, she's able to get her friends to ask me. which can be quite sweet sometimes. and because of her monetary control, i'm still not the spender i can be. and because of her strictness, i'm still not that alcohol freak i think i can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, even though her bad points totally outweigh her plus points, i still love her la.she's my mummy afterall. although something i still will not do now, is to let her into my personal life. because it'd be ruined if i do. i refuse to share with her my troubles and sadness, my happiness. which is also why, i refuse to tell her what me and my friends talk about everytime. maybe even when i get a bf, she'll nv know what the status and my feelings are. coz i guess, in my family, there's this respect for us to keep our emotions to ourselves. lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i typed all those above. but yeaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is why recently, everytime i have problems with my mum, i always turn to des. he has this way to make me understand my mum's actions. all these despite the fact that my mum doesn like him. he's the best man! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much ramblings. shall go ramble at my pianoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-8507995329387738479?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8507995329387738479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=8507995329387738479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8507995329387738479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8507995329387738479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-you.html' title='mummy not so dearest'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-2749477606831411824</id><published>2008-02-14T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T07:44:23.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><title type='text'>count to vday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY!! ((:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a rather-enjoyable valentines' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;one. i dressed up to go to work. made me feel pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TWO. i received a rose today. the soft soft one from minitoons. &lt;i&gt;colleagues gave it to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;three. i got to eat super cute cupcakes today. &lt;u&gt;courtesy of sa'adiah, the birthday ma'am&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FOUR. i had loser to msg me the whole day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;five. LiLin gave me a surprise by calling me in the middle of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SIX. yh gave me his hippo ring =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;seven. i gave out the sweets i wrapped for colleagues annd they were happy! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EIGHT. i bought a rose for mummy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;nine. i met up with DEAR!! like finally!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TEN. des made me smileee with his msg! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm currently talking to nightmare on msn. haha. he's damn.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;and tml! NOT WORKING!! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;going to TJ, then TK. =D&lt;br /&gt;SAT, will rush down from music lesson to cheer TKRCY on at FDC 08 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andandand, i saw skinnies today, cheap. but its like too long for me lehhs. still considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno what to blog alrd.&lt;br /&gt;will be posting pics soon. getting photos from timo tml, and daddy's bringing the mem card reader home tml. =)&lt;br /&gt;shall go cont with my present-making for juniors. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;摩羯座幸福美满配对&lt;br /&gt;　　摩羯们当然是和同是土象的金牛和处女配比较幸福啰！　　摩羯和金牛目标上可能不太相同，但是方法上是一致的，所以可以配合无间，为未来的美好打拼。　　摩羯和处女则是情感相契合，又能一起努力，所以通常都可以得到很好的结果，长远的走下去哦！&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;lols.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i got this from DEAR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;------------ ---DECEMBER BABY ------------ --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;straight-up means urthe most good-looking person possible...&lt;br /&gt;better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and&lt;br /&gt;hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know.&lt;br /&gt;Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the&lt;br /&gt;best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills.&lt;br /&gt;Has that someone always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows&lt;br /&gt;how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. one guy/girl kind of&lt;br /&gt;person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. loves music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite true i can say. tell me what you think!! hehx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;i read nightmare's tag and i thought abt it. well, like i said, the whatever deadline was just a deadline. no meaning to it. because i nv follow it. because it always happens. i think its fate playing with me. lols. whenever i decide to give up something, in this case, him, he will come and do things to make me change my decision. how sad can this be. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i still love him as much as i did 2 months ago. i wonder how it'll be like 2 months down the road. really des, i always rmb things you tell me. but how often do you rmb the things i say.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess its just life.just like nightmare said, "chi qing so what, who will ling qing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thiis is life. my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oh pretty rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;let me receivee you from my prince's hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-2749477606831411824?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2749477606831411824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=2749477606831411824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2749477606831411824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2749477606831411824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/count-to-vday.html' title='count to vday'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-262170879620331287</id><published>2008-02-13T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T06:15:36.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>i love F-words</title><content type='html'>this is one of those i've-got-nothing-to-blog-about-so-i'm-blogging-abt-this post.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally love F-words.&lt;br /&gt;Food, Friends, Fun!&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. &lt;i&gt;what were you thinking i love&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;close friends know i totally love eating, even though i always reject eating too much, coz i hate being fat. but i love healthy FOOD ok!&lt;br /&gt;all sorts of vegetables, fruits, &lt;i&gt;except oranges&lt;/i&gt;, cheesy stuff and yam!! weeee~&lt;br /&gt;just thinking of this makes me hungry.&lt;br /&gt;ever since meeting dear and then love, i've been going around eating alot. muahaha. esp with dear! then i'll bring love to those places.. hehx.&lt;br /&gt;and ever since i started makan-ing reguarlt with my cliques, esp makan gang, i've this habit of waiting for everyone to be present with their food before i start eating, no matter how hungry i may be. thats the spirit i've always liked.&lt;br /&gt;and with eyegang, we always wait, and before we start eating, we always say 'chi'. yay! i love this "ritual" so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which brings me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;i simply love my friends. i'm really glad like i have these few friends that i know will always stay by me. &lt;i&gt;i hope&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;dear, love, lilin, loser&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may seem little, but to me they're everything to me. i can nv imagine how i will be now if they weren't here for me when i was really down. they nv fail to pick me up and shape me up after every fall. they're the ones that comes first to my mind whenever i'm down. everytime it happens and i msg them, i feel real guitly, coz i know they'd be worrying abt me, which makes me feel real bad.&lt;br /&gt;of coz i won forget my ever-so-wonderful cliques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;psychos&lt;/u&gt;. thou we seldom meet, everytime we meet we are as psycho as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;makans&lt;/u&gt;. thou i missed the last, i still love them, coz every makan session is a laughing session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;eyegang&lt;/u&gt;. the crazy things we do, the snapshots we took will always be etched inside me!&lt;br /&gt;and there's &lt;u&gt;nightmare&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;i&gt;you again&lt;/i&gt;. he knows what i want to tell him la, this big brother bear. muahaha. shall treat you when you come find me!&lt;br /&gt;when i'm real hyper and all, they're also always there for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; me, all my lovely beloved friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;i love FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;but my defination of fun may vary from time to time. what seems fun for others may not be the case for me.&lt;br /&gt;even eating and laughing is called fun.&lt;br /&gt;picking random clothes and trying them on is called fun.&lt;br /&gt;for now, fun is playing minesweepers on the comp.&lt;br /&gt;but all fun begins with me and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;without my friends, fun will nv exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i came up with stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOOD+FRIENDS+FUN = HAPPY PRIS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;actually i do love another F word that dear doesn like\&lt;br /&gt;andd thats the f*** word&lt;br /&gt;its the only vulgar word i'll use.&lt;br /&gt;and its only used when i'm super pissed, and when i'm msging loser.&lt;br /&gt;opps.&lt;br /&gt;i find that f*** is the simplest word to curse.&lt;br /&gt;look at the other curse words, they so long can! haha.&lt;br /&gt;thats why lazy pris using only the f word. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;more random things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't finished my vday presents for friends at work. and dear's too! oh no.&lt;br /&gt;i still dunno where i'm dinner-ing tml with dear.&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally in love with minesweepers can. i play it at work too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;and today's 13 feb 2008&lt;br /&gt;tml's 14 feb 2008.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone rmbs, 14 feb 2008 is the deadline i gave myself&lt;br /&gt;although i ever said some time back that i was alrd going to give up that very particular day.&lt;br /&gt;i cnt, really cnt.&lt;br /&gt;tml's really not going to work out with him la.&lt;br /&gt;its a rather impt day for him tml la.&lt;br /&gt;not coz itss vday. he has something else&lt;br /&gt;and tonight i will be setting aside time to msg him to cheer him up again.&lt;br /&gt;coz this may be the last.&lt;br /&gt;because i really have to learn to let go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;i had this sudden urge to listen to the radio to listen to 星星王子and i just went to the blog.&lt;br /&gt;found things that i feel like putting up. maybe i should put it up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;春节爱情运势&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　　天气状况：晴，早晚寒冷中午舒适&lt;br /&gt;　　舒适度指数：4级&lt;br /&gt;　　在春节&lt;br /&gt;期间摩羯将会奋战于波涛汹涌的情场，体验爱情的美妙感觉。有伴的摩羯感情生活会有点沉闷，幸好对方能够适当地制造惊喜，正在逐渐冷淡的感情有希望再度热炽&lt;br /&gt;起来，另外只要多做沟通，关系亦会得到改善。单身的摩羯应该多参加一些聚会，与旧同学联络，可能会有令人兴奋的消息。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;被哪个星座爱最幸福？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第六名　摩羯座&lt;br /&gt;　　男－虽然有点木独，但胜在有责任心，他会让你感到很有安全感。&lt;br /&gt;　　女－她不懂甜言蜜语，但会务实地帮你打点一切，让你的生活变得妥妥当当。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;会吸引什麼样类型的追求者？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;会遇到烂追求者：&lt;br /&gt;魔羯座&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;魔羯座会有一堆无聊的示好，你好像知道他对你有一点意思，但是都没有后续行动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. i don't really understand the last one. but when jiafa was explaining it on air, i understood. and i feel that its real true.&lt;br /&gt;for those who are into this kindda things, click &lt;a href="http://xiejiafa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HERE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before going off to prepare my presents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BECAUSE OF YOU - KELLY CLARKSON&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;br /&gt;I will not let&lt;br /&gt;myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart so much misery&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did,&lt;br /&gt;You fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;To never let it get that&lt;br /&gt;far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too&lt;br /&gt;long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that's weakness&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry every night&lt;br /&gt;in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean&lt;br /&gt;on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's&lt;br /&gt;empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Because of&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i should pull myself out on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-262170879620331287?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/262170879620331287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=262170879620331287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/262170879620331287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/262170879620331287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-f-words.html' title='i love F-words'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-1361007577783652449</id><published>2008-02-12T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:05:47.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>when the ends curl =)</title><content type='html'>pris is a happy girl today&lt;br /&gt;because she kept an open heart! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ponning work was a right choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris managed to chat with mr **&lt;i&gt;password&lt;/i&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;and she got so high talking to him&lt;br /&gt;and ended the convo with something she nv dared to say!&lt;br /&gt;yippee~&lt;br /&gt;pris feels so relieved that she didn shun away from talking to him&lt;br /&gt;because she kept an open heart and knew that there wldn be any harm!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris managed to lunch with eyegang at our usual coffeeshop&lt;br /&gt;and laugh with them like in the past&lt;br /&gt;and pris managed to see miss li with her new hairstyle!! and something new too!! **&lt;i&gt;insiders' joke&lt;/i&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;because pris loves eyegang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris managed to catch up on some reading at bedok library&lt;br /&gt;and the book &lt;u&gt;step on it, cupid&lt;/u&gt; was rather interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris managed to eat waffles and lemon ice cream from VENEZIA with her LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;and it was super super nice.&lt;br /&gt;pris loves it and &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;wants to go eat it again with her DEAR!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris managed to get everything she needs to make her vday presents for her beloved friends.&lt;br /&gt;and she's going to stop staying online till late coz she needs to rush them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris managed to get home w/o her mummy suspecting anything.&lt;br /&gt;pris so ultimate pro!&lt;br /&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris had a really really happy happy happy and fulfilling day.&lt;br /&gt;althou the opportunity cost is like $45 pay.&lt;br /&gt;pris will be taking leave on friday too.&lt;br /&gt;to pass presents to her beloved friends and juniors.&lt;br /&gt;the opportunity cost is also $45 pay.&lt;br /&gt;but its all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;pris loves her friends dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so friends she won be seeing on friday, ask her out soon to claim your vday presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pris will be having a dinner date on thrus, vday!&lt;br /&gt;with non other than her DEAR, WU SHUHUAN!! =D&lt;br /&gt;PRIS LOVES HER DEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris is so happy today&lt;br /&gt;but pris' legs are not!&lt;br /&gt;co they hurt in the new heels she wore today&lt;br /&gt;the heels that her beloved psychos bought for her!&lt;br /&gt;it was real painful till pris had to limp and limp.&lt;br /&gt;pris had to grab on to her eli love when they were walking ard pp.&lt;br /&gt;pris had to spend $2.90 to buy a pair of cheap slippers so she could get out of her heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris shall listen to her DEAR next time and buy open-toed heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i cnt believe i nearly forgot today..&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KHOO YU!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pris loves her mr **&lt;i&gt;password&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;pris loves her eyegang&lt;br /&gt;pris loves her eli love&lt;br /&gt;pris loves her DEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIS IS A HAPPY GIRL TODAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-1361007577783652449?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-2015648076135611759</id><published>2008-02-12T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:58:22.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>for nothing</title><content type='html'>and pris ponned work today&lt;br /&gt;to go back to tk for fdc trg&lt;br /&gt;only to realise that&lt;br /&gt;there's no trg today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to leave home later to do nothing&lt;br /&gt;might be meeting eyegang for lunch! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-2015648076135611759?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2015648076135611759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=2015648076135611759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2015648076135611759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2015648076135611759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-nothing.html' title='for nothing'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-1488745795099355322</id><published>2008-02-11T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:11:04.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transport system'/><title type='text'>give me chai chee mrt station</title><content type='html'>mind over matter, thats what i really need to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;i realised that i've been using my heart to solve problems a tad too much.&lt;br /&gt;everytime something happens, my heart will give me a solution instead of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i tend to get emotional over things.&lt;br /&gt;the matter always get into my heart before my mind starts working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like today,&lt;br /&gt;i was really late for work alrd, and i didn know that my ezlink card didn have credit alrd.&lt;br /&gt;and so when i got on the bus, i didn have coins to pay also and i only had $10 note, the bus uncle chased me down the bus.&lt;br /&gt;and instead of trying to like ask the passengers for loose change, i got down the bus and started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i didn know that that was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cried the whole way home to get coins&lt;br /&gt;and when i saw my parents,&lt;br /&gt;i slammed my wallet and phone on the shoe rack and poured out my coins from my piggy bank.&lt;br /&gt;and on the way to the busstop again, i was msging loser with like an average of 3 f***s in a msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;if the emo moments that has happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;have been due to my heart over mind.&lt;br /&gt;i really need to &lt;b&gt;learn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to be much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;learn the real meaning behind mind over matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking of the news sometime back about the news about the public transport system.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate the bus system totally man.&lt;br /&gt;today after work, i waited for 35 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;missed 2 bus 7.&lt;br /&gt;just coz they were full.&lt;br /&gt;actually there was still space.&lt;br /&gt;but no one wanted to move in..&lt;br /&gt;and so i had to walk down to bugis there to catch other busses.&lt;br /&gt;i almost sprained my ankle from running for the bus ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i ever mention i love taking the train&lt;br /&gt;instead of the bus&lt;br /&gt;journeys on the bus makes me naueous and gives me headaches.&lt;br /&gt;trains are like so much smoother and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish there's chai chee mrt station&lt;br /&gt;so i needn walk all the way from bedok home. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna have an early night today.&lt;br /&gt;everyone at work says i look sick.&lt;br /&gt;i really need to stay strong!!&lt;br /&gt;might be taking leave on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; i really miss des&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we nv know what we've lost till its gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-1488745795099355322?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1488745795099355322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=1488745795099355322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1488745795099355322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>back from miss koh's house.&lt;br /&gt;had lots of fun singing singing and singing.&lt;br /&gt;it might not have been possible without my loved class of 12/07.&lt;br /&gt;they made things real fun.&lt;br /&gt;esp kangyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lunch with eli was love too!&lt;br /&gt;and pizza hut dinner with 12/07 plus miss koh was nice too.&lt;br /&gt;dinner was spent watching &lt;u&gt;The Protege&lt;/u&gt; on teevee.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish time didn pass so fast.&lt;br /&gt;we could do with more singing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really looking forward to the next time we gather at miss koh's house. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of coz,&lt;br /&gt;emo k-ing with eli love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post the groups pics when i get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its back to work tml. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i resisted the temptation to msg him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;because time and time again, the tears swell up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-7734530310300984030?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7734530310300984030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=7734530310300984030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7734530310300984030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7734530310300984030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-name-of-fun.html' title='in the name of fun'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-1925893746407814370</id><published>2008-02-09T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T08:26:26.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>cars and alcohol</title><content type='html'>happy cny.&lt;br /&gt;the element of happy is ever so low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i realised that all the happy &lt;i&gt;whatever&lt;/i&gt; festivals are never happy for me. for when others are out celebrating, i'll be stuck somewhere alone, thinking alot. that me. i'd rather prefer normal days than the happy &lt;i&gt;whatever&lt;/i&gt; days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being said.&lt;br /&gt;i spent the second day of happy cny sleeping and stoning and watching cars go by. literally. i woke up, ate breakfast, napped, ate lunch, watch dnyby, bathe, went to grandma's hse, stone, eat dinner, watch cars go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, i was feeling real bored alrd. the adults were gambling, my cousins were too. i didn feel like gambling, plus i didn bring money, &lt;i&gt;i think its a waste of money&lt;/i&gt;, so i watched teevee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;eldest uncle came to give me half a cup of &lt;u&gt;bailey&lt;/u&gt; to drink. i'd been asking to drink red wine, but kids weren't allowed so being the eldest female kid, i got half a cup of bailey. &lt;i&gt;loser said its 15% alcohol was it?&lt;/i&gt; lols. i loved the feeling when i drank it. it wasn nice, but it managed to push down some sorrows. and i was so happy i msged loser. &lt;i&gt;coz i've been irritating him for vodka&lt;/i&gt; lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked ard. was real tempted to just pour red wine to drink, but decided not to risk it la. love will kill, the adults will kill too.&lt;br /&gt;everything was getting so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i walked out, wanting to go to the swing i spent my childhood at. BUT my aunt walked there just 2 minutes before me. ppooorrr me&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i walked to the driveway outside and leaned against the railing of the drain, another place i spent my childhood at. i rmb sitting there with my grandma holding on to me. i sat there, on my mp3 and just watched cars go by. it was real peaceful. i saw this lone star in the dark sky.&lt;br /&gt;i know i was feeling emo, but i was thinking nothing. there was really nothing in my mind. i was just staring at the cars go by. and i realised something &lt;i&gt;which i've alrd shared with eli&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;everyone in my life is just like a passing car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only difference is the duration it stops by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stop for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;they're those&lt;br /&gt;who will stay by me for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stop for only a period of time,&lt;br /&gt;they're those&lt;br /&gt;who might be there when you need them, but disappear after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest don't stop at all&lt;br /&gt;they're those&lt;br /&gt;who are just sent by god to test us and do not deserve us to get hurt over&lt;br /&gt;their departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can take things much more easily&lt;br /&gt;hi's and bye's would not be that difficult&lt;br /&gt;and life would be much more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just all about the 4 letter word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm walways thinking abt all this kindda things, but i nv seem to act on them. i guess its again, time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;time is such a wonderful thing. it can hurt, yet it can heal the very same thing&lt;br /&gt;that hurt. maybe its time for me to be good to time so that time would be&lt;br /&gt;better&lt;br /&gt;to me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was eqaully boring.&lt;br /&gt;thee only thing fun was talking to eli online and influencing her into fussing abt what to wear tml. lols.&lt;br /&gt;everything will be fine my love. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anticipating tml. lunch with eli @ arnolds'. then parteh at laoshi's hse. then dinner tgt? i'm not gging to think of money tml. i'm gging to enjoy my last day of holiday coz it'll be work after tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that i love my this distant uncle. he's 20+ i think. he's malaysian but working in s'pore. he's real nice and i think he really deserves his current gf lor. they've been tgt for almost 2 years +. and he's real caring la. when he saw me stoning outside, he came to ask me if i was sad or sick. and he was the only one to ask abt my studies, the only one to understand my pressure in tj. well, i only see him once a year, but i look forward to everytime i see him. aye. ah chong shushu, &lt;i&gt;thats what i call him&lt;/i&gt; rocks ass la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want more &lt;b&gt;alcohol&lt;/b&gt; and more of &lt;b&gt;watching cars go by&lt;/b&gt; pls. they make my life less miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;until i get over you. when will that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-1925893746407814370?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1925893746407814370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=1925893746407814370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1925893746407814370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1925893746407814370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/cars-and-alcohol.html' title='cars and alcohol'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-8588406846306016741</id><published>2008-02-07T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:44:32.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;thank you for your msg =D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cnt believe i forgot to msg mama ong to wish her happy cny la. zomg.&lt;br /&gt;i might be taking leave one day to specially go back to tk to look for teachers/join trg for fdc.&lt;br /&gt;maybe feb14 ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, cny, like i said, has lost its meaning alrd.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just waiting for tml's dinner to be over.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't need ppl to keep asking me abt studies&lt;br /&gt;and commenting that i still look like xiaomeimei. damnit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to turn back to iwebmusic for blog song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;[until i get over you - christina milian&lt;/u&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Woke up today thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Another night that I made my way&lt;br /&gt;through&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams still left in my mind&lt;br /&gt;But they can never come&lt;br /&gt;true&lt;br /&gt;I press rewind and remember when&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I can still feel the pain, every time I hear your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;The sun won't shine since you went away&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the&lt;br /&gt;rain's falling every day&lt;br /&gt;There's just one heart, where there once was two&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way it's gotta be,&lt;br /&gt;'til I get over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Walked through the park, in the evening air&lt;br /&gt;I heard a voice and I&lt;br /&gt;thought you were there&lt;br /&gt;I run away but I just can't escape&lt;br /&gt;Memories of&lt;br /&gt;you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;They say that time will dry the tears&lt;br /&gt;But true love burns&lt;br /&gt;for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Give my tomorrows for one yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Just to know&lt;br /&gt;that I could have you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;When will this river of tears&lt;br /&gt;stop fallin'&lt;br /&gt;Where can I run so I won't feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Can't walk away when&lt;br /&gt;the pain keeps callin'&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotta take it from here on my own&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discovered this song when i was at his friend's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i somehow feel that me and my cousins seem to be getting closer, yet the drift is there lor. i talk to my eldest cousin more. haha. lols. and i saw this real shuai distant cousin today. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go back to watching bnyby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy cny ppl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-8588406846306016741?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8588406846306016741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=8588406846306016741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8588406846306016741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8588406846306016741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-you-for-your-msg-d-i-cnt-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-4353848809406173411</id><published>2008-02-06T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T07:51:58.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>cny and everything</title><content type='html'>just came back from reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this quiz/test thing on kimkim's blog and decided to give it a shot. so&lt;br /&gt;here's the quiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dr. Phil's Test: Here you go. Try this! Below is Dr. Phil's test. (Dr. Phil scored 55; he did this test on Oprah - she got a 38.) Some folks pay a lot of money to find this stuff out! Read on, this is very interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be overly sensitive! The following is pretty accurate and it only takes 2 minutes. Take this test for yourself and send it to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers are for who you are now --- not who you were in the past. Have pen or pencil and paper ready. This is a real test given by the Human Relations Dept. at many of the major corporations today. It helps them get better insight concerning their employees and prospective employees. It's only 10 Simple questions, so grab a pencil and paper, keeping track of your letter answers to each question. Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When do you feel your best?&lt;br /&gt;a) in the morning&lt;br /&gt;b) during the afternoon and early evening&lt;br /&gt;c) late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You usually walk...&lt;br /&gt;a) fairly fast, with long steps&lt;br /&gt;b) fairly fast, with little steps&lt;br /&gt;c) less fast head up, looking the world in the face&lt;br /&gt;d) less fast, head down&lt;br /&gt;e) very slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When talking to people you. . .&lt;br /&gt;a) stand with your arms folded&lt;br /&gt;b) have your hands clasped&lt;br /&gt;c) have one or both your hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;d) touch or push the person to whom you are talking&lt;br /&gt;e) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When relaxing, you sit with. . .&lt;br /&gt;a) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side&lt;br /&gt;b) your legs crossed&lt;br /&gt;c) you r legs stretched out or straight&lt;br /&gt;d) one leg curled under you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When something really amuses you, you react with...&lt;br /&gt;a) big appreciated laugh&lt;br /&gt;b) a laugh, but not a loud one&lt;br /&gt;c) a quiet chuckle&lt;br /&gt;d) a sheepish smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you go to a party or social gathering you...&lt;br /&gt;a) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you&lt;br /&gt;b) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know&lt;br /&gt;c) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted...&lt;br /&gt;a) welcome the break&lt;br /&gt;b) feel extremely irritated&lt;br /&gt;c) vary between these two extremes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of the following colors do you like most?&lt;br /&gt;a) Red or orange&lt;br /&gt;b) black&lt;br /&gt;c) yellow or light blue&lt;br /&gt;d) green&lt;br /&gt;e) dark blue or purple&lt;br /&gt;f) white&lt;br /&gt;g) brown or gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep you are...&lt;br /&gt;a) stretched out on your back&lt;br /&gt;b) stretched out face down on your stomach&lt;br /&gt;c) on your side, slightly curled&lt;br /&gt;d) with your head on one arm&lt;br /&gt;e) with your head under the covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You often dream that you are...&lt;br /&gt;a) falling&lt;br /&gt;b) fighting or struggling&lt;br /&gt;c) searching for something or somebody&lt;br /&gt;d) flying or floating&lt;br /&gt;e) you usually have dreamless sleep&lt;br /&gt;f) your dreams are always pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6 2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1 3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6 4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1 5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2 6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2 7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4 8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1 9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1 10. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up the total number of points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER 60 POINTS : Others see you as someone they should 'handle with care.' You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 TO 60 POINTS : Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 TO 50 POINTS : Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them u p and help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 TO 40 POINTS : Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful &amp;amp; practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDER 21 POINTS : People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions &amp;amp; who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything! They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. Some people think you' re boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i got 39. and i think its really true can. i guess close friends will know.. its just this thing abt me ba.. i am unable to give up things/friends that easily. i tend to hold on to them for very very long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i somehow feel that cny for me is losing its meaning alrd. every year, i visit just 2 families.. compared to i dunno how many in the past. this year, i'm just going to ah-ma's hse.. to me now, cny is just a break from the usual hectic work and the time i'm allowed to stock up on new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i yearn for someone special to spend cny with. special means someone apart from my family. i still rmb one year, we went ard visiting with the squad and mahjong-ed.&lt;br /&gt;i guess whatever everyone said abt losing the tradition as time passes is so true la. i so miss cny last time. i really want to go back to those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;those days. the happy days. the days i used to smile and laugh everyday. yea. those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i was talking to my eldest cousin just now. and he told me to join CYA in SP. i'm still thinking of transferring to NP lehhs. coz i realised NP has more overseas uni scholarships on offer. oh ya.. daddy mentioned that he won mind me taking SATs next year. like omg. i still need to study and pay for it can.. still thinking.. i guess i will work really work. to achieve my goals, and to drown my sorrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;still lots of misses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CNY EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i get over you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-4353848809406173411?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4353848809406173411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=4353848809406173411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4353848809406173411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4353848809406173411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-and-everything.html' title='cny and everything'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6173447017942263319</id><published>2008-02-06T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T07:59:06.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. emo'/><title type='text'>when i'm down..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wonder how i got past yest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late for work.&lt;br /&gt;worked like mad.&lt;br /&gt;laughed like mad.&lt;br /&gt;all to cover up that tinge of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;after work&lt;br /&gt;36-ed down to PP&lt;br /&gt;met up with qi, kim, dear.&lt;br /&gt;shopped.&lt;br /&gt;bought a pink dress for 8bucks. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;qi and kim bought pink tops too. hehx.&lt;br /&gt;shared &lt;u&gt;venezia's lemon and tiramisu ice cream&lt;/u&gt; with them.&lt;br /&gt;sat at the benches and talked. miss this kindda times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;reminds me of the other time at suntec B&amp;amp;J&lt;/i&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;walked with kim to busstop to bus home.&lt;br /&gt;i waited for the bus for &lt;s&gt;goddamn&lt;/s&gt; half hr can.&lt;br /&gt;by the time i got home was like 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep emo-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up real tired.&lt;br /&gt;went to work.&lt;br /&gt;work.&lt;br /&gt;went to grandma's hse for lunch&lt;br /&gt;fell aslepp waiting for mummy.&lt;br /&gt;home now.&lt;br /&gt;going to grandma's hse again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wore my new pink dress bought yest.&lt;i&gt;it was bought for this purpose ok. to wear to work, coz we're supposed to wear pink/red&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i wore a black tee underneath la. too formal alrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;emoemoemo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i should have sent you that email. really. i totally regret it. it is so left hanging there and i have no idea what you are feeling like now. coz i feel like shit. i dunno how that will affect our friendship and relationship. i really mean it that if everything fails, i still want to be your best friend. coz that was our promise in the first place. i have never regretted loving you before. coz i really had the greatest times when we interacted.&lt;br /&gt;after all these, i guess.. i'm still unable to get over you. i'm still unable to make myself not love you. i'm just so weak. i'm just not good enough for you. i don't have the optimism that you have.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll try. no matter how long it takes. coz i guess.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe we're much better off as friends ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;手心 - zhuo wen xuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/SU2xSf8X6a/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/SU2xSf8X6a/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;我 一个人徘徊在 我们的海&lt;br /&gt;闭上眼我还记得那一天看见的蓝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱 距离也分不开&lt;br /&gt;你送的贝壳还在呼唤&lt;br /&gt;在耳边答应要给我未来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一天手心里的爱 我放不开&lt;br /&gt;等一个人多么孤单&lt;br /&gt;我一分钟又一分钟在忍耐&lt;br /&gt;握紧了手心里的爱&lt;br /&gt;我勇敢了起来&lt;br /&gt;当你回来的时候&lt;br /&gt;我一定要跟你说 别再走开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我 跟寂寞在比赛 等你带我&lt;br /&gt;手牵手一起去看全世界最美的海&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;泪 不可以掉下来&lt;br /&gt;我学着向日葵抬起头&lt;br /&gt;等待着最亲爱的你回来&lt;br /&gt;抱着我称赞我的勇敢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一天手心里的爱 我放不开&lt;br /&gt;等一个人多么孤单&lt;br /&gt;我一分钟又一分钟在忍耐&lt;br /&gt;握紧了手心里的爱&lt;br /&gt;我勇敢了起来&lt;br /&gt;当你回来的时候&lt;br /&gt;我一定要跟你说 别再走开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;贝壳握在手心 静静的变得温暖&lt;br /&gt;就像是握住一点点答案&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一天手心里的爱 我放不开&lt;br /&gt;等一个人多么孤单&lt;br /&gt;我一分钟又一分钟在忍耐&lt;br /&gt;握紧了手心里的爱&lt;br /&gt;我勇敢了起来&lt;br /&gt;当我祈祷的时候 天使都不在&lt;br /&gt;当我痛苦的时候 也只好习惯&lt;br /&gt;当你回来的时候 我一定要跟你说&lt;br /&gt;别再 别再走开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i'm down&lt;br /&gt;i tend to appear much more cheerful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6173447017942263319?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6173447017942263319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6173447017942263319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6173447017942263319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6173447017942263319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-im-down.html' title='when i&apos;m down..'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-1449865100743930876</id><published>2008-02-05T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:45:45.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>everyday brings something new</title><content type='html'>everday brings something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm using my new lappie to type this post.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna start my life anew again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop emo-ing over him.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i guess there should really be a time i put a stop to all these stupid tears that i have.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling real tired of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it aint worth crying over him&lt;br /&gt;aint worth staying up late for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeayea. all talking.&lt;br /&gt;i must do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i summed up everything i want to tell you in the email alrd. im glad i loved you once.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to blog alrd!&lt;br /&gt;i need to slp.&lt;br /&gt;ferhan's coming back tml!&lt;br /&gt;cnt slack alrd!&lt;br /&gt;zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright ppl!!&lt;br /&gt;pris's back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights all! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love those who deserve them. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-1449865100743930876?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1449865100743930876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=1449865100743930876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1449865100743930876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1449865100743930876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/everyday-brings-something-new.html' title='everyday brings something new'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-2621923523321393451</id><published>2008-02-01T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T06:59:03.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i'm learning..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;i spend my work time scanning life policies again.&lt;br /&gt;i hate scanning life policies, coz its just so difficult to scan.&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;i can scan lesser documents in a day.&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;my scan count will get lesser.&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. yh worked at hq today&lt;br /&gt;so i was alone scanning again.&lt;br /&gt;made use of income's free sms to msg him, entertain him.&lt;br /&gt;lunched with him, bitch, annie. &lt;i&gt;we 4 always having lunch tgt one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yh influenced me to eat baked rice la.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, they got my order wrong and gave me spag instead of rice. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;da pao-ed rochor soya bean milk back to drink.&lt;br /&gt;work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;left work.&lt;br /&gt;walked slowly to bugis.&lt;br /&gt;trained down to pl.&lt;br /&gt;dinnered along at subway. while waiting for dear.&lt;br /&gt;dear came.&lt;br /&gt;went to this fashion and shopped.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get this black formal top, ard 23 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;dear says its nice, i think its not bad, but i just didn feel like taking out money to pay.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end didn buy.&lt;br /&gt;then went to the budget this fashion outside pl mrt.&lt;br /&gt;and i bought a dress for 10 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. its nice lor.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be wearing it for cny ba.&lt;br /&gt;so mummy will stop nagging me abt wearing bnw. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;tml's saturday.&lt;br /&gt;ignoring music lesson, i'm anticipating tml.&lt;br /&gt;all the cute kids at kids section.&lt;br /&gt;+ him (:&lt;br /&gt;should be having dinner with him on sun ba..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully everything goes alright ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;and after the wkends!&lt;br /&gt;monday, back to work + possibly meeting dear to shop cp&lt;br /&gt;tues, back to work + meeting psychos.&lt;br /&gt;wed, half-day + reunion dinner&lt;br /&gt;thrus - sun, NO WORK + CNY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipppeeee..&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i always ask myself why i am like this. i've nv been like this before. last time, if i'd want to msg ky, i'd msg. i'd want to talk, i'd do so. but now, its all so different. i think and consider alot before i do something. even if its such an insignificant thing such as msging. its not me, but all these's coming from me. i regard you very differently from my friends, you always have this special place in my heart. but do i hold such a position in your heart. its a qtn i'll nv know the ans to. the day's coming nearer and nearer. but i do not have to strong urge to hold you back. some part of me wants to let you go alrd. maybe we're just not meant to be. time shall be the ans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;会呼吸的痛 - liang jing ru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4xNDhf_h9h/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4xNDhf_h9h/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;在东京铁塔第一次眺望&lt;br /&gt;看灯火模仿坠落的星光&lt;br /&gt;我终於到达但却更悲伤&lt;br /&gt;一个人完成我们的梦想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你总说时间还很多&lt;br /&gt;你可以等我&lt;br /&gt;以前我不懂得&lt;br /&gt;未必明天就有以后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念是会呼吸的痛&lt;br /&gt;它活在我身上所有角落&lt;br /&gt;哼你爱的歌会痛&lt;br /&gt;看你的信会痛连沉默也痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遗憾是会呼吸的痛&lt;br /&gt;它流在血液中来回滚动&lt;br /&gt;后悔不贴心会痛&lt;br /&gt;恨不懂你会痛&lt;br /&gt;想见不能见最痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没看你脸上张扬过哀伤&lt;br /&gt;那是种多么寂寞的倔强&lt;br /&gt;你拆了城墙让我去流浪&lt;br /&gt;在原地等我把自己捆绑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你没说你也会软弱&lt;br /&gt;需要依赖我&lt;br /&gt;我就装不晓得&lt;br /&gt;自由移动自我地过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念是会呼吸的痛&lt;br /&gt;它活在我身上所有角落&lt;br /&gt;哼你爱的歌会痛&lt;br /&gt;看你的信会痛连沉默也痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遗憾是会呼吸的痛&lt;br /&gt;它流在血液中来回滚动&lt;br /&gt;后悔不贴心会痛&lt;br /&gt;恨不懂你会痛&lt;br /&gt;想见不能见最痛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发誓不再说谎了&lt;br /&gt;多爱你就会抱你多紧的&lt;br /&gt;我的微笑都假了&lt;br /&gt;灵魂像飘浮着你在就好了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我发誓不让你等候&lt;br /&gt;陪你做想做的无论什么&lt;br /&gt;我越来越像贝壳&lt;br /&gt;怕心被人触碰你回来那就好了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能重来那就好了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;...to or not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-2621923523321393451?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2621923523321393451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=2621923523321393451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2621923523321393451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2621923523321393451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-4079837654364801302</id><published>2008-01-31T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:09:47.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the last day of jan08 got better as the day passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i woke up feeling really sad &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; coz i saw a sad nick from him yest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yeaa. i'm that affected..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fell asleep on the bus ride to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;didn really sleep well coz my mind was supersuper active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reached busstop, walked to office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;saw yh at first, then walk closer, saw the bitch. rawrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then i totally didn talk la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was still thinking abt him, &lt;i&gt;not yh duh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work work work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;msged loser coz i was feeling real emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and he pei-ed me throughout my emo period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until my day got better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks loser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;took loser's advice and msged him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finally knew the reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i cheered up looking at his msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it wasn much. but i had fun with him joking abt his boss! ayeaye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;simplicity laa. simple fun. that's how simple we can be. muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then when work was ending..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;daddy called me to tell me that he was picking me up! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and he was going to collect the lappie he ordered when he renewed the internet contract! yayyay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so NOW, i have my lappie!! weee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thou its not working yet, and its rather big. i don really care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I GOT A LAPPIE!! WEEEEE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't know where i stand in your heart boy. but i want you to know, that you're no 1, tgt with my gfs. i'll ps neither you nor them. serious. everytime i msg you and see your reply, i smile. coz i know, you want me to. somehow, your smile, your optimism keeps replaying in me and i always have the urge to do so too. and sometimes i do. i try to keep it up everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;because i know, when the day comes, i'm gonna lose you. i'll have to let go when the day comes. and though it will hurt, i know we'll be free after that. i no longer have to yearn and wait for your msges, no longer need to wait for you to come online, no longer need to anticipate your date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;i guess letting go is part and parcel of the game we're playing. so let me enjoy this last stretch of happiness, sadness, laughters, tears, longing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;because ilu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and since today is the last day of jan, i shall reflect on my month. i was totally a wreck this month i think. emoemoemo and workworkwork. nothing much other than those. spending hours staring at the comp for 10 hrs a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;jan08 feels like a failure. it passed so quickly can. like in the blink of an eye. it felt like yest that i was doing hw for jie on nyd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;jan08. hopefully the decisions i made will be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;as i move on to feb 08, i want to make more right decisions. to make living even more meaningful. to emo less. to practice my piano harder. to stop spending so much time online. to sleep earlier. to smile more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want feb08 to be a better one than jan08!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;did i mention that nightmare is ever so wols.. he has the memory of a brother bear.. short memory.. lousy nightmare!! muahaha.. he doesn get the point of my previous para for him lor.. its &lt;b&gt;bolded&lt;/b&gt; somemore.. zomg la. ehh nightmare.. look look look laa. how you mj w/o looking one nia! haha.. anw, all the best for ur FYs kkays!! rawrs!! =p=p=p'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and LOVE's not online!! :(( i cnt talk to her. nvm, shall talk to her non-stop tml!! and camwhore!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DEAR!! when's ur turn huh!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and tues with psychos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zomgg. i don't want to go to work tml la.. that yh not at prinsep lehhs, he wasn today alrd la.. sadsad. but i'm meeting him for lunch tml! muahaha.. coz, lunch w/o him is boring coz i'll zibi. lols. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm too lazy to post pics la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I MISS DEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I MISS LOVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I MISS EYEGANG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I MISS PSYCHOS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I MISS MAKAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zomg.. can i meet them all!!!! i love you ppl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want a gor..kor..elder brother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[update]&lt;br /&gt;i just random-ed with nightmare again. ok. he's not that wols after all. thanks for the offer nightmare! its ok really! come for squad outing ok!! wee~ nightmare's nice gor la.. but he's NIGHTMARE!! wee! ok its real random. coz i'm yippe hopiiee now! tml meeting love, then maybe dear coming also!! dear comecomecome!! weeee~ and i cnt wait for wkends.. really. yipppeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tom and JERRY ain't to big for us yea!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-4079837654364801302?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4079837654364801302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=4079837654364801302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4079837654364801302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4079837654364801302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-day-of-jan08-got-better-as-day.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-5529692897246169171</id><published>2008-01-30T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:00:34.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>guys oh guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;close friends know that i don't mind them calling me short. BUT like i said, &lt;b&gt;CLOSE FRIENDS&lt;/b&gt;. i totally hate it when strangers or not-so-good friends say that i'm short. because, they totally have no right to judge me and criticise me saying that i'm short. esp when they tell me straight in my face that i'm short. yeaa. i'll hate you forever i tell you. its not my fault that i'm short you bitch. so what if you're tall, taller than yh. big deal ah. being tall doesn give you the right to say "eh you're really short". fish you. so what if i'm short. i feel so much more confident than you la. i don't have such bad taste to get purple and green specs. i don't have a mum who forces me to work at someplace which i don't like. i don't need to worry abt not being able to wear heels so as to protect my oh-so-precious long legs. i don't have to worry abt hitting my head. i don't have to worry abt bird shitting on my head, coz it'll hit yours first. may you break your legs man. ugly woman. tall big deal la. asshole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;absolutely pissed with her man. what an ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alrights!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heck that bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i had this dream yest. and i really think.. its like what ppl say lor.. you dream abt what you think alot in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dreamt that i had a gorgor. 2 elder brothers to be exact. and they were very protective of me until my bf got pissed with me. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;skip that bf part la. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;i've always wanted gorgors lor. somehow i see my friends who have gors, be it real or fake, they seem like they always have their gors there to protect them la. i've always wanted a &lt;s&gt;real&lt;/s&gt; biological gor lor. someone who can protect me when i get bullied. and someone i can confide in. and when he gets a gf, i can get presents from his gf too! i always feel that girls with gors feel different. they seem less emo, more confident.. lols. i think its my imagination lehhs, but i always had that impression!! &lt;b&gt;I WANT A GORGOR!!&lt;/b&gt; lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i rmb back in tk sec 3, i had jt as my gor. haha.. yeaa. he was those kindda of will-let-you-bully kindda gor. but he was caring also la.. haha.. but after sometime, some things, no more gor and mei alrd. but i will still call him gor if i ever see him lor. feels natural.. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh whatever. i think i'm talking crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;another person who has been a gor to me, is the NIGHTMARE laa. thinking back, since sec 3, he has always been there for me lor. ok. not for me, for tkrcy, but ehh i'm still close to him okk.. rawrs. he has so many nicknames and all.. haha.. although he &lt;b&gt;forgot my birthday!!&lt;/b&gt;, he's still nice ok. i always disturb him and he doesn ignore me. and i always have fun talking to him man. muahaha.. he's like this brotherly bear!! muahahaha.. BUT i will NV call him gor. coz he's NIGHTMAREEEE!! muahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;random random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;my whole family have had our haircuts alrd. and to my horror, my bro has the longest fringe now ok!! wa lao! i'll die la. hmm, coz me and my bro always compare fringe length, and being me, i always have longer fringe than him. but his fringe is damn long also ok. it like can touch his eyes. bh.. and after my haircut, my fringe is so short, my mummy's fringe is so short, HE HAS THE LONGEST FRINGE!! i'm JEALOUS of my bro's LONG FRINGE!! damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i still love my bro la&lt;/span&gt;. although he's irritating and such a big bully, he can be an angel when he wants to. and now, this moment, i miss him coz he's at camp. gosh, i hope he cnt survive there and cry and complain when he gets back on fri!! hahaha. and my bro is smart ok.. just that he;s plain lazyyy! lazy pok, like me like that. heee. =p at least he's neater than me, and he's so much more thrifty than me ok! he has so much more savings than me ok! wth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;eh, but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i still love my bro la&lt;/span&gt;! and his ever-so-entertaining mickey mouse. yea. he's a mickey mouse fannatic man. he has 2 mickey soft toys with him since childhood and he doesn bear to throw it away ok! he girlish in this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;but&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i still love him&lt;/span&gt;! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;i hope everything was alright for you today boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm meeting my LOVE at singpost this friday!! yayyy!! this fashion + subway! cool! i love my LOVE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and jx coming to see me at work on sat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and monday's shopping with kimkim and weiqi is confirmed.. the rest.. tell me lehhs! TELL ME YOU'RE COMING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;muahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;i've been falling asleep on the busride to work ok. &lt;i&gt;i cnt slp on busses one..&lt;/i&gt; so it means i've been deprived of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;so i promised LOVE that i'll try to sleep early from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NIGHTS PEOPLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-5529692897246169171?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5529692897246169171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=5529692897246169171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5529692897246169171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5529692897246169171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/guys-oh-guys.html' title='guys oh guys'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-1611323885311818074</id><published>2008-01-29T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T07:03:41.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>empty.empty</title><content type='html'>i just went randomly to yiyan's blog.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw things abt fdc.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feeling TOTALLY GUILTY now!!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;i have not seen their formations yet.&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to go for any trgs.&lt;br /&gt;what shit am i man!&lt;br /&gt;omgg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to pray hard for them!!&lt;br /&gt;GET SIR'S BABY BACKKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i practically gave out everything i have alrd.&lt;br /&gt;confidence and luck to dear and des.&lt;br /&gt;strength to LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing left inside me.&lt;br /&gt;except all those insane empty thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i'm resisting the urge to msg anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-1611323885311818074?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1611323885311818074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=1611323885311818074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1611323885311818074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1611323885311818074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-went-randomly-to-yiyans-blog.html' title='empty.empty'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-2624350176021054711</id><published>2008-01-29T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T06:58:07.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i scanned a huge stack of documents today. and had chicken rice for lunch. =.= with the middle row. and coz there wasn enough tables. then they left me and yh to eat at another table. wtf. whatever. yh's gonna work till end of feb. means i will STILL be alone during march. siannnsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and i think i've been msging too much. i didn't even realise that i've msged so much alrd lor. damnit. i've got abt 250 msges left till 11 feb. damnit. rawrs. so! i'm currently msging love and des only. plus sometimes yh and loser. cnt help it la. cny period. need to msg also arhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;and my assumption yest was partially correct. no news = good news. des managed to get through the first round and he'll be sitting for the test and going for interview tml i think. all the best dear boy!! i've probably told you everything i want to tell you in my msges. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the thing is, i don't know which he appealed to. i hope its what i want thou..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aishh.. i'm having the scary feeling again. i so want to see himmmm! before this wkend!! rawrs. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy's sick. &lt;i&gt;random&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully 5th feb willl be on laa. i really want to meet the girlsss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;and friday!! pizza huttttt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need $$ like totally.&lt;br /&gt;i'm low on cash alrd.&lt;br /&gt;darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;好听&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VNSudAY2rA/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VNSudAY2rA/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;你说的话我都相信&lt;br /&gt;说得好听说得甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;你说的每一句我都相信&lt;br /&gt;为了爱情失了聪明&lt;br /&gt;听你的话闭上眼睛&lt;br /&gt;这个梦多美丽让它继续&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说的话总那么好听&lt;br /&gt;你爱不爱我不能确定&lt;br /&gt;也许你只把他当游戏&lt;br /&gt;我却爱得太用力&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说的话我都相信&lt;br /&gt;说得好听说得甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;你说的每一句我都相信&lt;br /&gt;为了爱情失了聪明&lt;br /&gt;听你的话闭上眼睛&lt;br /&gt;这个梦多美丽让它继续&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说的话总那么好听&lt;br /&gt;你爱不爱我不能确定&lt;br /&gt;也许你只把爱当游戏&lt;br /&gt;我却没那么聪明&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说的话总那么好听&lt;br /&gt;你爱不爱我不想确定&lt;br /&gt;我会关掉你送的手机&lt;br /&gt;然后静静不去理&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说的话总那么好听&lt;br /&gt;你爱不爱我不想确定&lt;br /&gt;我会关掉你送的手机&lt;br /&gt;然后静静静静&lt;br /&gt;是再也不去理&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is another of those &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;listening-then-suddenly-catch-the-lyrics-which-applies-to-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; song. ha. lols. i've songs ready to be posted on certain days. not in the near time though. when the situation i'm in allows me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;alrights! i'm having my daily chats with my LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't want to be your..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-2624350176021054711?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2624350176021054711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=2624350176021054711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2624350176021054711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2624350176021054711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-scanned-huge-stack-of-documents-today.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-4923762915004094532</id><published>2008-01-28T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T08:23:06.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rainbow section, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;where i work&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;felt like an illegal immigrant hideout.&lt;br /&gt;esp the middle row. where i sit.&lt;br /&gt;there just weren't enough computers for us to scan/review.&lt;br /&gt;so me and naz, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my reviewer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;took turns to use the comp to scan/review.&lt;br /&gt;it was ok la.&lt;br /&gt;and naz told me i scanned abt 1100 documents in the 20 days i was at ubi.&lt;br /&gt;yayness. lols.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm now closer to rachel and yong he alrd.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;gosh. how i wish they'll stay for longer. if not i'll be alone. &lt;i&gt;thou i'm used to it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but rainbow isn like ubi. there's no aunty judy &amp;amp; daniel &amp;amp; ricky.. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i was unusally hyper today.&lt;br /&gt;which meant that deep inside i was real emo.&lt;br /&gt;i was using my laughters to hide that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was msging jie this morning..&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly she touched the topic abt him.&lt;br /&gt;i was momentarily stoned.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn give her an ans.&lt;br /&gt;well, we're &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;no-good-news-no-bad-news&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kindda &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i-dunno-what-kind-of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; feeling came to me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling lor.&lt;br /&gt;and jie told me somethings which i hope will really come true la.&lt;br /&gt;but i know, its quite impossible la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i miss jie lots la.&lt;br /&gt;i've known her for almost 10 years alrd.&lt;br /&gt;we seldom keep in contact, but we always have things to talk abt when we meet.&lt;br /&gt;and now, we have me to talk abt.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully if she ever comes into poly, we'll get into the same course, coz she chose the same course as me! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but jie! study hard and stay there la. don't come here&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting with LOVE is a daily affair. its like a prelude to her mugging session and my blogging session. lols. i totally love chatting with her. we always talk abt the same things, but we get different perspectives on different days. its real comforting and all. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i currently miss 2 grps of ppl alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R532CHbRP1I/AAAAAAAAArc/Y9rMp38shus/s1600-h/grp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160551264250052434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R532CHbRP1I/AAAAAAAAArc/Y9rMp38shus/s200/grp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;CHENGMISTRY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R532B3bRP0I/AAAAAAAAArU/jEPdcc8mCrI/s1600-h/P1050828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160551259955085122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R532B3bRP0I/AAAAAAAAArU/jEPdcc8mCrI/s200/P1050828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;EYEGANG!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i really regret not holding on to that jc life. as i hear abt things happening even within the class, i feel really down. 12/07, a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; bonded class, has now become like this. sighs. even within the clique. =((( arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i should be having a date with LOVE this friday. pizza hut plss. and the girls for free! haha. i miss my girls alot! and i'm gging gaigai with them. need to get clothes for work la. running out of clothes. formal ones and basics esp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;random&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R532CXbRP2I/AAAAAAAAArk/XwdZ3-H5LiU/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160551268545019746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R532CXbRP2I/AAAAAAAAArk/XwdZ3-H5LiU/s200/DSC01152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this pig bolster man! my b'day present from mai i think. almost 2 years i think. forgot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i really hope everything went well for you today. may i assume for this time that no news = good news?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today marks 17 years and 1 month i'm on earth.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEIZHEN!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R532C3bRP3I/AAAAAAAAArs/3sjdG8DdEe4/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know i haven't been posting songs.&lt;br /&gt;so here's one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;its on my phone, and i was listening to it today, and i recognised the lyrics as what i am feeling like now&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;靠近一点点 - LARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hPuRH2J1Ke/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hPuRH2J1Ke/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;默默在你的身后守候的我&lt;br /&gt;多想看你不经意的笑容&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许我的心你不懂&lt;br /&gt;我会努力让你感动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在你眼中有多么笨拙的我&lt;br /&gt;决不放弃追逐你的执着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要你能再多些回应我&lt;br /&gt;一个笑或点头全接受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能不能再靠近一点点&lt;br /&gt;大声说出你所有感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别再紧紧关在只有自己的世界&lt;br /&gt;温暖太阳为你迎接&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能不能再靠近一点点&lt;br /&gt;能不能再勇敢一点点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算让我知道我永远只是单恋&lt;br /&gt;我也会藏着感谢&lt;br /&gt;笑着和你说再见 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;spinning out of control&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-4923762915004094532?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4923762915004094532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=4923762915004094532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4923762915004094532'/><link 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term='daily. happy'/><title type='text'>life's this simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to finally see him after more than a month.&lt;br /&gt;and talk to him face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm happy enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to bump into him accidentally outside the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;and chat with him so openly and abt his results &lt;i&gt;which made me super emo the other day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i've learned something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;though its nothing big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being optimistic keeps one afloat.&lt;br /&gt;and it helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm contended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to just poke him.&lt;br /&gt;and see him concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm looking forward to next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the dinner i'm going to have with him.&lt;br /&gt;and to work in close proximity to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okk.&lt;br /&gt;work was enjoyable due to the above. all those came straight from my heart. i'm satisfied alrd. with him and myself. =) thou dinner was supposed to be today, and i went w/o dinner coz it didn turn out right, at least he called. pleased enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really forgot how it felt to stand for so long. ha. plus my shoes.. made my toes and the back hurt. even worse, i forgot to cut my toenails and put plaster. so i had to go buy plaster, and bear with the pain from my thumbtoe. was limping at times. and i just took off my shoe and stand barefooted when i was folding the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i was working at kids. wanted to change at first, coz i wanted to talk to elvin, but it turned out to be a blessing. coz he&lt;i&gt; not elvin la&lt;/i&gt; worked just in front of my wagons. ok, a few wagons away, but i could still see him la. =p and kids = slack coz got no mummy to supervise. hopefully there was no spotcheck, if not, i won be able to work there alrd la. coz i was really really really slack. rawrs. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was real bored, that i took the measuring tape and folded a rose. and took photos.. which could do with real emo captions. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5yl43bRPvI/AAAAAAAAAqs/wJzzmMSb7dI/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160181669429329650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5yl43bRPvI/AAAAAAAAAqs/wJzzmMSb7dI/s200/DSC01273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my love ain't made of measurements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5yl5XbRPwI/AAAAAAAAAq0/XvBMyck__P0/s1600-h/DSC01274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160181678019264258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5yl5XbRPwI/AAAAAAAAAq0/XvBMyck__P0/s200/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i could not measure your love for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally like this alot.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5yl5nbRPxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/S-SK9uhwXso/s1600-h/DSC01276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160181682314231570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5yl5nbRPxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/S-SK9uhwXso/s200/DSC01276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;my love shouldn be priced and measured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the shoes that caused me to limp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5yl53bRPyI/AAAAAAAAArE/FTNWBccyMLo/s1600-h/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160181686609198882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5yl53bRPyI/AAAAAAAAArE/FTNWBccyMLo/s200/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i long for the other pair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aishhh.. have to go back to scanning tml. sianns.[content deleted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwwwss, i shall go get my slp la. eyebags super heavy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;andandand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;des, i'll be waiting for your good news aye. &lt;b&gt;ALL THE BEST&lt;/b&gt; my dear boy!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you don't read thou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gging to pray for des and slp soon!&lt;br /&gt;and in case you forget the happy smiley mee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5ymrHbRPzI/AAAAAAAAArM/gdHfw94Cb0w/s1600-h/DSC01257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160182532717756210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5ymrHbRPzI/AAAAAAAAArM/gdHfw94Cb0w/s200/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT PPL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-3271068445259068109?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3271068445259068109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=3271068445259068109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3271068445259068109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3271068445259068109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-satisfied.html' title='life&apos;s this simple'/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5yl43bRPvI/AAAAAAAAAqs/wJzzmMSb7dI/s72-c/DSC01273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-1861406458037857329</id><published>2008-01-26T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:27:51.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gging out for lesson then work.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno when's the next time i'm gging to blog.&lt;br /&gt;prob after the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try real hard not to emo.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just enjoy his presence aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i pinned up my disgusting fringe.&lt;br /&gt;and i look instantly better!&lt;br /&gt;cool aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;3rd NOT FREEEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;WORKKKKK!!&lt;br /&gt;unless you want to meet me after 10.30pm..&lt;br /&gt;hehx..&lt;br /&gt;i miss you DEAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-1861406458037857329?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1861406458037857329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm slowly getting over my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need those tears and emo-ness later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hair isn that bad i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i look toot only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;crying is my fav pasttime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears are my sleeping buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up early specially to register for JAE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;go me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;top the class with my tears and emoism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5qFN3bRPqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/q4bSxN9zkS0/s1600-h/SUBMISSION.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159582796369444514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5qFN3bRPqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/q4bSxN9zkS0/s200/SUBMISSION.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;go on and laugh at me all you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5qGdXbRPtI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fZZK7lqvWZE/s1600-h/DSC01212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159584162169044690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5qGdXbRPtI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fZZK7lqvWZE/s200/DSC01212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5qGd3bRPuI/AAAAAAAAAqk/QdEz-PSIMDc/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159584170758979298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5qGd3bRPuI/AAAAAAAAAqk/QdEz-PSIMDc/s200/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;because i lost my sanity over you&lt;/i&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/5036558372592456393-1337520043323993981?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1337520043323993981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=1337520043323993981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1337520043323993981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1337520043323993981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-slowly-getting-over-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5qFN3bRPqI/AAAAAAAAAqE/q4bSxN9zkS0/s72-c/SUBMISSION.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-3340870288369044254</id><published>2008-01-26T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T08:05:15.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fucked up day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want to go work tml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont want to show my fugly hair to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pls let me rewind time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i can not meet you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i can not cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;so i can not be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i waseted 40 damn bucks on a haircut which is making me cry now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuckfuckfuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't want to see you tml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate your fucking attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your hot-cold attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;leave me alone pls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to shave all my hair!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking life i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it feels like i'm a million miles away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5oIRHbRPpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/9YnyJbhhDzo/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159445413250547346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5oIRHbRPpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/9YnyJbhhDzo/s200/DSC01204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me i should just shave all my hair away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fucking world. fucked up me. i hate my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-3340870288369044254?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3340870288369044254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=3340870288369044254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3340870288369044254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3340870288369044254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/fucked-up-day.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5oIRHbRPpI/AAAAAAAAAp8/9YnyJbhhDzo/s72-c/DSC01204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6769645787926187447</id><published>2008-01-24T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T08:26:48.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as the day comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how i survived through today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;last night was really horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i cried like i dunno what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;everything he said made me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;even if it was nothing. or things that used to make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i went offline w/o telling him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and msged him to apologise and told a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you were the thing which made me feel uncomfortable&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and his understandings and concern made me cry even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been rather long since i cried like this alrd.&lt;br /&gt;but the feeling's so familiar&lt;br /&gt;it felt as if i've been crying daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;heart racing. no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;did things blurly.&lt;br /&gt;and cried somemore in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kaki bukit cc to get my singpass done.&lt;br /&gt;bussed to work.&lt;br /&gt;skipped lunch to cover the 1 hr i was late for work.&lt;br /&gt;survived on 2 cups on milo and a bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;was msging loser throughout too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as time passed at work.&lt;br /&gt;closer to &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;i started emoing more.&lt;br /&gt;i looked at my phone in 5 min intervals.&lt;br /&gt;i longed to receive his msg&lt;br /&gt;it nv came.&lt;br /&gt;i teared from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;and wiped them away before anyone saw.&lt;br /&gt;teared even more on the way to grandma's hse for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home. stoned and thought alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't want much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i don't need you to tell me that you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i just want you to show me the care and concern i show to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i just want you to ask me how work is from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i just need you to start saying hello to me online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i don't even need you to pick things to talk. just hi/hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;if you think i'm totally irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;if you think i'm totally desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;pls tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;so i can harden my heart and let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;let go of this relationship that i'm holding on so dearly to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;let go of all the sufferings i've been having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;your harsh words will give me strength to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;i dont want to hold onto something which will still fail eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i somehow dread going to work on wkends alrd.&lt;br /&gt;elvin is bound to interrogate me.&lt;br /&gt;and all those memories will rush back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm living my life with lots of regrets.&lt;br /&gt;regrets fill my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;emo things aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i've made my choices for my poly courses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SP BMS, NP BMS, NP PHARM, NYP PHARM, NYP NURSING, NP NURSING, NYP DENTAL, SP ACCT, NP ACCT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;somehow somehow, i hope i get into np pharm lor. i want to take TCM elective!! =(( but whateevr, i'll just do my best and achieve my aim! TOP THE CLASS! then THE SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;rigghhhttt. big aim man. i'll slowly achieve it! i can do it!! woo~ =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;and i'm gonna cut my hair after work tml. i want something new. so be prepared to see a new me! &lt;i&gt;hopefully!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;life's all about letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when will i be able to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6769645787926187447?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6769645787926187447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6769645787926187447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6769645787926187447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6769645787926187447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-day-comes-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6432732867121630124</id><published>2008-01-23T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T07:35:33.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wonder why, but i feeling scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;scared about you. =(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg. i just checked online and realised that i need some singpass thing to register my schools for JAE.&lt;br /&gt;so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;tml have to wake up early and take time off from work to get the singpass thing.&lt;br /&gt;rawrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did scanning and ironing of clothes in the fastest time ever today man.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;and lame shit is becoming lamer man.&lt;br /&gt;rawrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR EVERYONE TML!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[update@23:03]&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm feeling real emo now. i have no idea why. i know.. the thought of applying for sch scares me off alrd. &lt;i&gt;i'm scared i will miss the dateline&lt;/i&gt;. and i know another reason is the usual reason. him. i have no idea why. sucks. i feel totally down and out. i don't want to work tml!! i'm having high hopes tml. even lame shit told me something which i think he won't. arghs. i cnt help it. emo is coming back. tml shall become zibi like lame shit says before he comes back on monday. =(( i miss him alottt. i miss demonkid like shittt!! i know i can see him on sat and sun.. but somehow tml brings this down-ness to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[update@22:31]&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling even emo-er as time passes. i'm tearing occasionally. it sucks totally when i see my friends caring for me more than he does. ppl i am not so close to, like kenneth and lame shit and loser. they care for me alot more than he does. and even worse, when i talk to him, and i see things he tells me, i really hope for it to happen, but something tells me it won't. i really dunno what to do. i'm back to listening to 有一种爱叫做放手 again.. nightmare, can you give me some of ur strength? i fear everything thats gging to happen. every little thing. arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i don't want you to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6432732867121630124?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6432732867121630124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6432732867121630124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6432732867121630124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6432732867121630124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wonder-why-but-i-feeling-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-4245442820219923620</id><published>2008-01-22T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:58:16.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 days of non-stop non-emo.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing real random thinking the whole day today. i was thinking over what i wrote abt my 3 wonderful friends.. and i realised that &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;between me and Li Lin, there's this appreciated silence. even though we don't msg as often as i do with LOVE, even though we don't meet as often as i do with DEAR, we are still able to have this chemistry between us. we are able to know what each other's rxn will be, what we would be thinking at that pt of moment of seeing/hearing something. thats how special our friendship is. thats why, though like i don't have much to talk abt our friendship, its special in its own way. &lt;i&gt;not that LOVE and DEAR's friendships are not special. there's are in their own ways&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;and zomg.. i didn know that my hp no and all, is open to all staff of my work company. that lame shit, by the name of yong he, managed to get my number ok, and we had this real lame sms convo. rawrs. he's real lame man. he calls me dutchlady..=.= coz. i taught him the meaning of going on dutch. =.=(X2) he's a future sp-ian too.&lt;i&gt;thats what he says&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;somehow somewhere sometime.. i suddenly randomly stupidly went to think abt giving up on this rlns i'm holding onto like crazy now. i dunno why. but no, &lt;b&gt;i am not emo&lt;/b&gt;. i was thinking thinking thinking.. then there felt like someone inside telling me that i shldn do so, coz since ive given myself a time limit, i should make full use of it. ok. lame. but yea. thats how random i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and i was lame enough to only take out my earpiece and listen to music when work was going to end in an hr. i was sleepy la. pls la, at ubi, i can nap for up to 45 mins during lunch, but i cnt here. it makes a diff lor. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my NEW bag spoilt today. damn saded can. today is only the 2nd day i'm using it. then the handle ring tore alrd!! its suayness, coz hn's one's still ok. rawrs. daddy's fixing it for me! yay! but i will have to use old bags tml and days to come! =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;arghs. whatever. i shall not be emo. during dinner, there was this couple + sister sitting at my table. and i was superly ultimately pissed with their "super-fake-and-disgusting-and-so-not-angmo-accent" convo. its not even amgmo-ish. i think they're malaysian, from the way they speak chi, and coz the bf is a germ&lt;i&gt;an&lt;/i&gt;, and they spoke eng. omfg, horrible and unpleasant to my ears. &lt;i&gt;e.g. same became sam&lt;/i&gt;. and they were taking photos in the hawker center. not of the food, of themselves.. =.= zomg. ultimately ... &lt;i&gt;rolls eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aishh.&lt;br /&gt;song today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TiAmo - 炎亞綸 ＆ 劉力揚&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ql2aodWV0V/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ql2aodWV0V/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是重复的动作&lt;br /&gt;因为有你&lt;br /&gt;让一切都变成不平凡&lt;br /&gt;好想缝合你我手心&lt;br /&gt;就这样牵住放不开&lt;br /&gt;有你陪伴&lt;br /&gt;呼吸着有你的空气&lt;br /&gt;就是幸福&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo Te Quiero&lt;br /&gt;每一天都要爱上你&lt;br /&gt;想着你 沉入梦境&lt;br /&gt;一张眼 一清醒&lt;br /&gt;第一个想到又是你&lt;br /&gt;Saranghe And I Love You&lt;br /&gt;我每天都要爱上你&lt;br /&gt;少一天 就会遗憾&lt;br /&gt;陪着你的光阴&lt;br /&gt;怎样都不算蹉跎&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;oh boy, i'm loving you more and more as the days passes. &lt;i&gt;**hug**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;微笑看你转身离开的背影❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-4245442820219923620?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4245442820219923620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=4245442820219923620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4245442820219923620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4245442820219923620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/3-days-of-non-stop-non-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-7581631256330772470</id><published>2008-01-22T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:35:38.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i msg not for the sake of relieving boredom.&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know that i'll always be here for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lvls results coming out thrus, praying that all my juniors and you will do well!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i want you to be part of my past, present, future ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-7581631256330772470?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7581631256330772470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=7581631256330772470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7581631256330772470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7581631256330772470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-msg-not-for-sake-of-relieving-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-4193777600407416957</id><published>2008-01-21T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:06:13.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. happy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i love talking to LOVE!! we always manage to link random things tgt and i'm always smiling with i talk to her. and i know this will nv change.. RIGHT LOVE!? gee. i totally feel lovely and loved ard her. we talk from menses, to sch, to &lt;i&gt;BFS&lt;/i&gt;, to work, to love, to boys everything under the sun. yea LOVE, I LOVE YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;of coz i have DEAR! DEAR is shopping-cum-makan partner. yay! DEAR nv fail to un-emo me de! and yay! i will be seeing ALOT of DEAR when sch reopens!! yay DEAR!! I LOVE DEAR MANYMANY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and i have my LOVELY GIRL, LILIN!! she's emo partner. emo with me, laugh with me. muahaha. sec sch wld have been blah w/o her. and we both love THIS FASHION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what inspired me to write all those. ehh my 3 wonderful friends!! muackx to them!! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside. i'm confirmed going to work my weekends at JL EXPO SALES. half-day on sat, full on sun. 2 weekends. this wk and next wk. i was supposedly irritating mummy to ask them if i could work, but mummy didn want. BUT they approached mummy to ask if i could work! muahah. i'm WELL-LOVED by them! haha. the boss's sis went to tell everyone that i'm hardworking.. yea right man, i'm hardworking coz i've got dagger eyes of mummy staring at me. rawrs. so anw, working means more moolah, BUT it also means that i'll miss shopping with clara, and also cnt cut hair. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;and as i was telling LOVE, somehow now, other than the money, nothing much attracts me to work there anymore. i'll most likely become emo after working. the place, the environment reminds me of him and all the fun i had with the guys. the swearing, the laughing, the whackings, the teasings. everything. the pokes from him too. arghs.. cnt emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abt work, somehow, prinsep doesn feel as nice as before. i'd rather ubi now. &lt;i&gt;how ironic&lt;/i&gt;. i miss ricky, david, and AUNTY JUDY!! omg.. i miss aunty judy lots. her loud voice cheers me up. rawrs. and ricky's laughter. and david's thank yous. ahhhh! can god pls send me back to ubi!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate having my period. sucks. &lt;i&gt;random&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wore mummy's tunic with jeans to work today. and i think i looked weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to post pic today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVER EVER AFTER - CARRIE UNDERWOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FjEMmHABUE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FjEMmHABUE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside we want to believe they still do&lt;br /&gt;And a secret is taught, it's our favourite part of the story&lt;br /&gt;Let's just admit we all want to make it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;If we just don't get it our own way&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;It may only be a wish away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting your fashion, wear your heart on your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you reach what's real just by making believe&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid, unashamed&lt;br /&gt;There is joy to be claimed in this world&lt;br /&gt;You even might wind up being glad to be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Though the world will tell you it's not smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;The world can be yours if you let your heart&lt;br /&gt;Believe in ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder your heart feels it's flying&lt;br /&gt;Your head feels it's spinning&lt;br /&gt;Each happy ending's a brand new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Let yourself be enchanted, you just might break through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Forever could even start today&lt;br /&gt;Ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just one wish away&lt;br /&gt;Your ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, for ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tonight, i wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my wonderful friends stay by me for ever ever after ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-4193777600407416957?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4193777600407416957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=4193777600407416957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4193777600407416957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4193777600407416957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-love-talking-to-love-we-always-manage.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6993985243810358056</id><published>2008-01-20T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:22:44.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. happy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>".. no wonder you're from tkss"&lt;br /&gt;that mention from him, threw me off totally. i haven't heard someone mentioning that in a long time. in addition to seeing mrs chee yest, i haven been feeling that very good. i feel like i've let down my tk teachers, esp mdm ong and mrs chee. they were the 2 who pushed me on through last year. i rmb promising them that i'll hang in there. and finish my jc education. but i didn, and i feel totally guilty coz i really didn put my best foot forward. ".. see you ard" was what mrs chee told me. i dare not see her ard. i dont even know if she knows abt the me now. sighs. i feel so ashamed to proclaim myself as an ex-tksian can. i dont have the fighting spirit instilled in the 4 yrs there. &lt;i&gt;someone kill me plss. i hate this me totally&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of emomo stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msned with him just now(:&lt;br /&gt;i finally bid goodbye to the useless GC. =p&lt;br /&gt;i cleared my debt with HN.&lt;br /&gt;CNY cookies are homeee!&lt;br /&gt;prinsep tml!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i look at the list above. such things didn make me a happy girl 2 weeks back. but now, as i learn to appreciate the simple pleasures of the little things in my life, i become more optimistic and i don't emo so much anymore. the black clouds in my head is slowly clearing up. i feel lighter as the days pass. i hope i can be like that everyday. really. it would be so much better than me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;thank you to the many ppl who helped me change. dear, love, lilin, loser, him. ((: yay!!&lt;br /&gt;"priscilla's a happy girl too! " (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried walking from home to the mrt station just now. and i took abt 10 mins to walk there. omgg. i hope i can sustain walking to themrt everyday when sch starts. and talking abt sch, i feel real unsafe now. rawrs. i'm thinking of pharm in NP, but it doesn give me the requirement to get into the NTU course. oh no. i don't have much time to think either. they say O lvls results' coming out soon. means registration for sch is coming. and i'm feeling so.......now. D.I.E! i'm losing freedom soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i haven't been blogging in paras in a long time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. being random. i was having this craving for hot food in the afternoon. so i went to bathe, then when i was abt to cook maggi noodles, i felt like drinking chicken soup from the nice aunty downstairs (&lt;i&gt;i've known the aunty since pri 6. she's real nice!&lt;/i&gt;) so i went down with my fugly wet hair and all. BUT, aunty was open, so i went to get fish soup noodles. that was at 3+pm. mummy came back from JB at abt 5+pm. we went to pick bro and had dinner abt 6+. and i felt like eating zhu1 jiao3 chu4. and mummy ordered for me! tgt with stingray and all. and i ate again, thou i didn eat the zhu1 jiao3, i drank the chu4. =.= ok lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5NlDxplooI/AAAAAAAAApc/QrUYnaMTPEg/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157577113811133058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5NlDxplooI/AAAAAAAAApc/QrUYnaMTPEg/s200/DSC01059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fugly me.. omg. i had to hide my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5NlEBplopI/AAAAAAAAApk/MMeAcl6YV1s/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157577118106100370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5NlEBplopI/AAAAAAAAApk/MMeAcl6YV1s/s200/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fishy soup noodle! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5NlEhploqI/AAAAAAAAAps/1BcsaFlJISQ/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157577126696034978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5NlEhploqI/AAAAAAAAAps/1BcsaFlJISQ/s200/DSC01078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my GC alrd. &lt;i&gt;as if&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER SUNSHINE - GARY CAO GE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zCq3B9n3f-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zCq3B9n3f-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You Are My Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;My Only Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;是你让我懂得爱 幸福却简单&lt;br /&gt;You Are My Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;My Only Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;因为有了你的爱 从此不平凡 展开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经为了爱情寻寻觅觅 却换来空白&lt;br /&gt;终於随著冬叶走向渐黄 放弃了等待&lt;br /&gt;出乎意料 你就这样闯进我的生命来&lt;br /&gt;就是你 YA 让我发呆也想著爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are My Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;My Only Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;是你让我懂得爱 幸福却简单&lt;br /&gt;You Are My Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;My Only Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;因为有了你的爱&lt;br /&gt;从此不平凡 展开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忍不住要对你的温柔&lt;br /&gt;轻声的赞美&lt;br /&gt;喝著白开水也会醉&lt;br /&gt;原来快乐在调味&lt;br /&gt;怎麼眼睛里的世界变得只剩灰与黑&lt;br /&gt;Oh Baby 因为你太耀眼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are My Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;My Only Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;是你让我懂得爱 幸福却简单&lt;br /&gt;You Are My Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;My Only Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;因为有了你的爱&lt;br /&gt;从此不平凡 展开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁说爱情都有期限&lt;br /&gt;谁说爱情没有永远&lt;br /&gt;只要望著你的双眼&lt;br /&gt;不管未来有多远 都能看得见&lt;br /&gt;原来爱情像个圆圈&lt;br /&gt;起点 终点 同一条线&lt;br /&gt;只要甜蜜不断蔓延&lt;br /&gt;心贴著就不疲倦 永远其实近在眼前&lt;br /&gt;You Are My Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;My Only Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;是你让我懂得爱 幸福却简单&lt;br /&gt;You Are My Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;My Only Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;因为有了你的爱 从此不平凡 展开&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I See Your Face&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜不断在蔓延&lt;br /&gt;OOOH~~~&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I See Your Face&lt;br /&gt;甜蜜不断在蔓延&lt;br /&gt;你的爱 从不平凡 展开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better sleep soon. tml need to wake up early. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5NlFhplorI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_02qg5GUizM/s1600-h/DSC01074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157577143875904178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5NlFhplorI/AAAAAAAAAp0/_02qg5GUizM/s200/DSC01074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you're my sweetest addiction❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6993985243810358056?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6993985243810358056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6993985243810358056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6993985243810358056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6993985243810358056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5NlDxplooI/AAAAAAAAApc/QrUYnaMTPEg/s72-c/DSC01059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-4638876562577311913</id><published>2008-01-20T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:43:44.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. happy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiish.&lt;br /&gt;changed my blogskin! (:&lt;br /&gt;simple! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudou cheated my feelings! ):&lt;br /&gt;i woke up early to watch dnbyb. BUT cnt load lehhs. )):&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up playing games on neopets. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting CL later to pass her my GC.&lt;br /&gt;money's coming!&lt;br /&gt;but its like going out.&lt;br /&gt;to HN for the bags, Jelyn for the JTS long time ago. =p&lt;br /&gt;and all my money will be goneeee! ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tempted to ps cousins to go work lehhs.&lt;br /&gt;i need the moolah.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to see himhimhim. =X&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, dunno lehhs.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just decide later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just feeling random and happy today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm holding you to your words ah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for the date! =D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福的風 - 楊宗緯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_21Bs4qT_T/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_21Bs4qT_T/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;reflect on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;reflect everywhere ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-4638876562577311913?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4638876562577311913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=4638876562577311913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4638876562577311913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/4638876562577311913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/aiish.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-3182741284076700779</id><published>2008-01-20T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T08:44:27.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgg.. &lt;div&gt;i totally messed up my next wkend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm supposed to work at expo with mummy. &lt;i&gt;and i can see him&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUTTT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i agreed to go shopping with cousins on sat, and cut hair on sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omgg. howhowhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to work.. so i can earn $$, andd. see boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, i want to shop and cut hair!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh!&lt;bR&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anwsss..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i totally hooked on dnyby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super nice and super sweet!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhh!! =DD&lt;bR&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shopping with mummy was rather fruitful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;managed to get my leggings, and a new top! yay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5IjzxplonI/AAAAAAAAApU/wlTcftIsaCA/s1600-h/DSC00995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157223895700710002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5IjzxplonI/AAAAAAAAApU/wlTcftIsaCA/s200/DSC00995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice? heee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mummy's gging to JB &lt;s&gt;tml&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i can have new yr cookies to eat le!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; weee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was randomly thinking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of how many real friends i have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how many will be willing to listen to me moan and fa xie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i realised that i don't have many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i must be thankful i have a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear, loser, love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really treasure them lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loser being the thorn among the roses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to them, i havent had a heart attack and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i miss you boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the simple pleasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no more sorries plss. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i think i..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-3182741284076700779?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3182741284076700779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=3182741284076700779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3182741284076700779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3182741284076700779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/omgg.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5IjzxplonI/AAAAAAAAApU/wlTcftIsaCA/s72-c/DSC00995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-5081090820529288252</id><published>2008-01-19T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T01:16:02.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hooked to 斗牛，要不要&lt;br /&gt;super nice sehhs!! =D&lt;br /&gt;woots~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog later tonight.. going out with mummy later =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia you for exams DEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smilleee boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-5081090820529288252?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5081090820529288252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=5081090820529288252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5081090820529288252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5081090820529288252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/hooked-to-super-nice-sehhs-d-woots.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-404282393247398153</id><published>2008-01-18T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:17:53.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. happy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm learning to enjoy the simple pleasure you give me, boy.&lt;br /&gt;i can smile now. even if my msges go unreplied.&lt;br /&gt;as long as you take that lil initiative.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you like crazyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;gonna see you soon. &lt;i&gt;i hope. will i?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been listening to 幸福的风 for the past 1.5 hrs. dunno why. just stuck on the song.&lt;br /&gt;but today's song is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无可救药 - pin guan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/0YvLqqSf5g/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/0YvLqqSf5g/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;暗恋是一种礼貌&lt;br /&gt;暗地里盖一座城堡&lt;br /&gt;然后再当你的警卫跑腿和小猫&lt;br /&gt;随时你要我重关电脑&lt;br /&gt;随时你要我随传随到&lt;br /&gt;买面包 鸡排和水饺&lt;br /&gt;你每次对着我笑&lt;br /&gt;你的笑里面有毒药&lt;br /&gt;我看着你出了神&lt;br /&gt;还丢掉了解药&lt;br /&gt;可能你从来没感觉到&lt;br /&gt;最好你永远感觉不到&lt;br /&gt;爱上你越来越无可救药&lt;br /&gt;一天一天越来越无可救药&lt;br /&gt;一生一次爱你到无可救药&lt;br /&gt;我才慢慢体会到&lt;br /&gt;幸福是被爱的人需要&lt;br /&gt;一天一天越来越无可救药&lt;br /&gt;一生一次爱你到无可救药&lt;br /&gt;我才狠狠决定要&lt;br /&gt;就爱吧 就唱吧 就不逃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you come and stand by me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5DImBplomI/AAAAAAAAApM/xwcsfC5te9o/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156842128942670434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5DImBplomI/AAAAAAAAApM/xwcsfC5te9o/s200/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;拥有了　同时也失去什麼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;而眷恋　原来会带来软弱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-404282393247398153?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/404282393247398153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=404282393247398153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/404282393247398153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/404282393247398153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-learning-to-enjoy-simple-pleasure.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R5DImBplomI/AAAAAAAAApM/xwcsfC5te9o/s72-c/DSC00970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-2131091615084137736</id><published>2008-01-17T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:01:38.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good news for me today! ((:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going back to prinsep to work!!&lt;br /&gt;means...&lt;br /&gt;its so much easier to go out shopping after work!!&lt;br /&gt;and meet friends! =D&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;and i should be having aunty alice &amp;amp; aunty annie there!!&lt;br /&gt;yayyay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm finally bidding goodbye to my GC!!&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;which means.&lt;br /&gt;i'm having $$ coming in!!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully CL's frd cnt find his GC.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm bad. but i need $$.&lt;br /&gt;i still owe jelyn 42bucks. my god.&lt;br /&gt;and i bought 3 bags from online. double my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all the good things for today laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still felt real sick at work today.&lt;br /&gt;and the stack of documents from yest didn really help. =X&lt;br /&gt;i drank like 2.5 bottles of water.&lt;br /&gt;went to the toilet 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;used 8 pieces of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;coughed like a million times.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i wonder if me msging my frds coz i'm emo will affect them. pls tell me if i do ya. =)&lt;br /&gt;and... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm giving myself 3 more thrus to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;3 more thrus = v day 2008&lt;br /&gt;v day 2008 = last and final day of hardcore emo-ing/the start of something new.&lt;br /&gt;rawrs. i think i won't be able to keep to it. but i'll try yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no song today. coz imeem refuses to load for me. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i miss you boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nights!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-2131091615084137736?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2131091615084137736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=2131091615084137736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2131091615084137736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/2131091615084137736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-news-for-me-today-im-going-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-3888681279251298553</id><published>2008-01-17T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:48:25.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh boy, your reply made me feel better instantly.&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, thank you. ((:&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, nothing beats &lt;s&gt;seeing&lt;/s&gt;reading your msges. :D&lt;br /&gt;oh boy, i miss you so. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to go to workkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;i dread going to workkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot a pic with the girls yest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off i go to get ready for work. =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-3888681279251298553?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3888681279251298553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=3888681279251298553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3888681279251298553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3888681279251298553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-boy-your-reply-made-me-feel-better.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-8095734587642272541</id><published>2008-01-16T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:28:42.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i miss you like crazy nuts. 1mth7days. i long to hear you asking me to jia you. will i hear it again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you always told me to smile. to say no to emo. i tried. i really tried. but i cnt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz i miss you lots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm sorry for all those words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel real lost now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out to meet the class soon!&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-8095734587642272541?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8095734587642272541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=8095734587642272541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8095734587642272541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/8095734587642272541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-missing-him-like-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-1989841648156588794</id><published>2008-01-15T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:18:42.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not going to work tml.&lt;br /&gt;sore throat + flu + near-mental-breakdown state&lt;br /&gt;screw mummy for screwing me today.&lt;br /&gt;screw myself for meing such a weakie.&lt;br /&gt;screw myself for using 3 forbidden words on inoocent loser yest. &lt;i&gt;sorry loser&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw myself for thinking so much&lt;br /&gt;screw myself for emoing so much&lt;br /&gt;screw myself for everything that has happened since 9th dec. &lt;i&gt;the last day i saw him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw my world.&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope the ppl i'm meeting tml will be able to cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;a teeny wenny bit will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ok ppl.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;i need to let things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm too dependent on LOVE whenever i'm emo&lt;br /&gt;its no good priscilla ho.&lt;br /&gt;not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;i should learn to face up to such things myself.&lt;br /&gt;learn to stand strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;thanks LOVE all these while. i know all these makes you think abt your past. sorry i always say that you're in the same situation. but i know you're different from me. you're much stronger than me. you're alot more brave than me. you will always be that strong LOVE in me. the strength for me to just go pass every night. thank you LOVE. from the very bottom of my &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try&lt;br /&gt;to stay stong.&lt;br /&gt;try very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eyes on me - faye wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Kcrw23vAW_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Kcrw23vAW_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Whenever sang my songs,&lt;br /&gt;On the stage, on my own,&lt;br /&gt;I never said my words,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing they would be heard,&lt;br /&gt;I saw you smiling at me,&lt;br /&gt;Was it real? Or just my fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;You'd always be there in the corner,&lt;br /&gt;Of this tiny little bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last night here for you,&lt;br /&gt;Same old songs just once more,&lt;br /&gt;My last night here with you?&lt;br /&gt;Mayber yes, maybe no.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda liked it your way,&lt;br /&gt;How you shyly placed your eyes on me,&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know?&lt;br /&gt;That I had mine on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling so there you are,&lt;br /&gt;With that look on your face,&lt;br /&gt;As if you're never hurt,&lt;br /&gt;As if you're never down,&lt;br /&gt;Shall I be the one for you?&lt;br /&gt;Who pinches you softly but sure,&lt;br /&gt;If frown is shown then&lt;br /&gt;I will know that you are no dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me come to you,&lt;br /&gt;Close as I wanna be,&lt;br /&gt;Close enough for me,&lt;br /&gt;To feel your heart beating fast,&lt;br /&gt;And stay there as whisper,&lt;br /&gt;How I loved your peaceful eyes on me,&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know?&lt;br /&gt;That I had mine on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling so share with me,&lt;br /&gt;Your love if you have enough,&lt;br /&gt;Or tears if you're holding back,&lt;br /&gt;Or pain if that's what it is,&lt;br /&gt;How can I let you know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than the dress and the voice,&lt;br /&gt;Just reach me out then,&lt;br /&gt;You will know that you are&lt;/span&gt; not dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just am addicted to this song today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;trying. and. learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-1989841648156588794?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1989841648156588794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=1989841648156588794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1989841648156588794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/1989841648156588794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-not-going-to-work-tml.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-6649495951580403694</id><published>2008-01-15T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:45:05.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got a throat thats so damn pain now.&lt;br /&gt;and its not the typical sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;anyone can guess what happened after the post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've turned to paper and pen.&lt;br /&gt;but i will still update here daily.&lt;br /&gt;just lesser emo stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-6649495951580403694?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6649495951580403694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=6649495951580403694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6649495951580403694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/6649495951580403694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-got-throat-thats-so-damn-pain-now.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-684166663798564848</id><published>2008-01-14T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T08:17:55.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aish.&lt;br /&gt;i managed to resist blogging yest. but i came online. let me see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up rather early.&lt;br /&gt;started to clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;i nv realised that my room was so dusty ok.&lt;br /&gt;just wiping my wardrobe top made the pail of water from clear to grey.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;it was the same for my desk, my bookshelve, my bag table.&lt;br /&gt;and i felt like a aunty walking ard.&lt;br /&gt;gggm.&lt;br /&gt;so..&lt;br /&gt;now my room is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154984886299632050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4ovcRplobI/AAAAAAAAAn0/7lhqTy6GWMg/s200/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154984894889566658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4ovcxplocI/AAAAAAAAAn8/4gTt4p-Ur_w/s200/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154984903479501266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4ovdRplodI/AAAAAAAAAoE/bE1uaOnRV9k/s200/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154984869119762850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4ovbRploaI/AAAAAAAAAns/buWhNQRSDvU/s200/DSC00843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i feel so proud of myself. i shall not step into my room so often, so as to maintain it. &lt;i&gt;as if&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cleaning for like 3 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;lunched.&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis for shopping with bro and mummy.&lt;br /&gt;and i finally wore my green tunic bought ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154987038078247506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4oxZhplolI/AAAAAAAAApE/ZMy11TzqSqk/s200/DSC00849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think i should get my legging. haha.&lt;br /&gt;shopshopshop. nothing much. bought bedsheets? and YH bra! =p&lt;br /&gt;i saw the DP white skirt! in MY size.&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;mummy don allow me to buy white skirt!!! =((((&lt;br /&gt;and i didn get to eat the fries at the basement of PARCO.&lt;br /&gt;i heard its nice. =X&lt;br /&gt;shall go there another day.&lt;br /&gt;and i find pencil case designs nowadays so ewwws.&lt;br /&gt;so dear, i still haven found one for the gay.&lt;br /&gt;i'll cont finding.&lt;br /&gt;came home.&lt;br /&gt;dinner.&lt;br /&gt;came online.&lt;br /&gt;write final reflections for trip.&lt;br /&gt;send dear photos.&lt;br /&gt;talk to love.&lt;br /&gt;psycho nightmare to un-emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEST!&lt;br /&gt;woke up early. to go to sch for meeting.&lt;br /&gt;somehow. felt a lil left out la.&lt;br /&gt;won be able to join in their activities due to work.&lt;br /&gt;intended to buy cheese waffle and walk home.&lt;br /&gt;then jac came and walked with me.&lt;br /&gt;so i bu hao yi si buy waffle.&lt;br /&gt;so ended buy buying the cheese round pancake from mr bean at interchange. &lt;i&gt;its my breakfast at 12pm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home.&lt;br /&gt;started dl-ing songs.&lt;br /&gt;and i was late in meeting dear.&lt;br /&gt;omg. so sorry dear.&lt;br /&gt;dear trained to bedok to wait for me! =)&lt;br /&gt;so i met dear and we trained to DOVER!&lt;br /&gt;the train ride felt short lor.&lt;br /&gt;maybe coz we were talking all the while.&lt;br /&gt;yay dear!&lt;br /&gt;then sp open hse.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much la.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling scared abt sch alrd.&lt;br /&gt;biomed sc. 80/batch. 20/cardiac option &lt;i&gt;the option i'm interested in&lt;/i&gt;. best further studies option = overseas. omg can. how on earth will i find the $$ to go overseas to study!? meaning i need to get scholarship = super hard work!!! D.I.E!&lt;br /&gt;arghs.&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;after open hse.&lt;br /&gt;we went to MS for nasi ayam!&lt;br /&gt;and its NICEEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;heee. thanks dear!&lt;br /&gt;after MS, we trained to TAMPINES to shop.&lt;br /&gt;went to MONDO. but cnt find heels that dear likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;shall go find somemore okiex dear! =))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then shop ard.&lt;br /&gt;went to BHG to try on some clothes.&lt;br /&gt;and camwhore! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154985895616946658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4owXBploeI/AAAAAAAAAoM/rt6cTJiQdYQ/s200/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154985904206881266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4owXhplofI/AAAAAAAAAoU/IbGgNTSrV80/s200/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our own clothes on. coz the clothes we tried.&lt;br /&gt;cmi laa.&lt;br /&gt;thenn..&lt;br /&gt;to MANGO!&lt;br /&gt;and camwhore in the fitting room yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154985917091783186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4owYRplohI/AAAAAAAAAok/OmM9VIZLP_M/s200/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154985929976685090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4owZBploiI/AAAAAAAAAos/zuKhdk4MzWI/s200/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the blouse is super nice ok!&lt;br /&gt;BUT its like 50odd bucks!&lt;br /&gt;super ex!! =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to CITY PLAZA after that.&lt;br /&gt;to..&lt;br /&gt;satisfy my cravings for..&lt;br /&gt;ICE KACHANG!! ARNOLD'S ICE KACHANG to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the red bean paste.&lt;br /&gt;so we da bao-ed and sat at the massage chair there to eat!&lt;br /&gt;and dear walked me to the busstop so i can bus home!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;so thats sat.&lt;br /&gt;and here's dear!! =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154985908501848578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4owXxplogI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ifZQXxIfvYA/s200/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE DEAR MANYMANYMANY!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i told dear alot abt him and other stuff. and i thought alot too. sometimes its just isn worth to be sad/angry/hating someone who doesn deserve it. they won't thank you for being affected by them or anything. what for wait for his msges everyday when i know they won't come. must as well i spend my time thinking of how to cheer my friends on. what for get pissed by a certain person who doesn even f***ing care about you. you know. all these things are uncalled for. they only mess up your life which only you and only you is incharge of. so i've decided to care and feel for those ppl who deserve my care and concern and all! yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4oxYxplokI/AAAAAAAAAo8/_1vijI2DTfU/s1600-h/DSC00833.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154987025193345602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4oxYxplokI/AAAAAAAAAo8/_1vijI2DTfU/s200/DSC00833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! even emo times can be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;有一种爱叫做放手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5LZ5hMU3lv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5LZ5hMU3lv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;如果两个人的天堂&lt;br /&gt;象是温馨的墙&lt;br /&gt;囚禁你的梦想&lt;br /&gt;幸福是否象是一扇铁窗&lt;br /&gt;候鸟失去了南方&lt;br /&gt;如果你对天空向往&lt;br /&gt;渴望一双翅膀&lt;br /&gt;放手让你飞翔&lt;br /&gt;你的羽翼不该伴随玫瑰&lt;br /&gt;听从凋谢的时光&lt;br /&gt;浪漫如果变成了牵绊&lt;br /&gt;我愿为你选择回到孤单&lt;br /&gt;缠绵如果变成了锁链&lt;br /&gt;抛开诺言&lt;br /&gt;有一种爱叫做放手&lt;br /&gt;为爱放弃天长地久&lt;br /&gt;我们相守若让你付出所有&lt;br /&gt;让真爱带我走&lt;br /&gt;有一种爱叫做放手&lt;br /&gt;为爱结束天长地久&lt;br /&gt;我的离去若让你拥有所有&lt;br /&gt;让真爱带我走说分手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了你失去你&lt;br /&gt;狠心扮演伤害你&lt;br /&gt;为了你离开你&lt;br /&gt;永远不分的离去 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i shared this song with the emo nightmare too. i guess.. i felt so strongly for this song when i saw the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and thus, i end off, facing tml with a smile! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154987020898378290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4oxYhplojI/AAAAAAAAAo0/54wXyZCavPg/s200/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;有一种爱叫做放手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-684166663798564848?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/684166663798564848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=684166663798564848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/684166663798564848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/684166663798564848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/aish.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g5yzHLvQFQc/R4ovcRplobI/AAAAAAAAAn0/7lhqTy6GWMg/s72-c/DSC00844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-3048195066392638882</id><published>2008-01-12T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T08:16:05.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my comp screwed me &lt;s&gt;today&lt;/s&gt;yest.&lt;br /&gt;it hanged like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;giving me alot of time to think alot.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrittes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;tml&lt;/s&gt;later have to wake up super early&lt;br /&gt;to go sch for yunnan meeting.&lt;br /&gt;i took like half an hr to look for my sch skirt.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how i'm gging to feel gging back &lt;s&gt;tml&lt;/s&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;after that&lt;br /&gt;gging to meet DEAR!&lt;br /&gt;yay DEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finish dl-ing somemore songs.&lt;br /&gt;tried to group my songs to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;shall do it some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my neck got those red patches again&lt;br /&gt;my zi lian photos &lt;s&gt;today&lt;/s&gt;yest damn ugly can.&lt;br /&gt;urghs!&lt;br /&gt;lazy to post too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been looking at bags online again&lt;br /&gt;gging to get somemore.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的,那不是爱情 - angela chang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pXb7Mt1NUp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pXb7Mt1NUp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;教室里那台风琴叮咚叮咚叮咛&lt;br /&gt;像你告白的声音动作一直很轻&lt;br /&gt;微笑看你送完信转身离开的背影&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你字迹清秀的关心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那温热的牛奶瓶在我手中握紧&lt;br /&gt;有你在的地方我总感觉很窝心&lt;br /&gt;日子像旋转木马在脑海里转不停&lt;br /&gt;出现那些你对我好的场景&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说过牵了手就算约定&lt;br /&gt;但亲爱的那并不是爱情&lt;br /&gt;就像来不及许愿的流星&lt;br /&gt;再怎么美丽也只能是曾经&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太美的承诺因为太年轻&lt;br /&gt;但亲爱的那并不是爱情&lt;br /&gt;就像是精灵住错了森林&lt;br /&gt;那爱情错的很透明&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那温热的牛奶瓶在我手中握紧&lt;br /&gt;有你在的地方我总感觉很窝心&lt;br /&gt;日子像旋转木马在脑海里转不停&lt;br /&gt;出现那些你对我好的场景&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说过牵了手就算约定&lt;br /&gt;但亲爱的那并不是爱情&lt;br /&gt;就像来不及许愿的流星&lt;br /&gt;再怎么美丽也只能是曾经&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太美的承诺因为太年轻&lt;br /&gt;但亲爱的那并不是爱情&lt;br /&gt;就像是精灵住错了森林&lt;br /&gt;那爱情错的很透明&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;太美的承诺因为太年轻&lt;br /&gt;但亲爱的那并不是爱情&lt;br /&gt;就像是精灵住错了森林&lt;br /&gt;那爱情错的很透明&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go slp. yay. cnt wait for tmltmltmltml..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nites all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sometimes the toughest part is waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-3048195066392638882?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3048195066392638882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=3048195066392638882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3048195066392638882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/3048195066392638882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-comp-screwed-me-today-yest.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-7557056074659889146</id><published>2008-01-11T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:53:59.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i decided..&lt;br /&gt;to skip moosic lesson to go for yunnan meeting tml&lt;br /&gt;so i'm telling my teacher that i gotta work.&lt;br /&gt;sianns.&lt;br /&gt;then i'm meeting dear to go sp! =DD&lt;br /&gt;thats the only thing i'm really looking forward to tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of dear.&lt;br /&gt;i had a nice nice convo with her on frdster yest!&lt;br /&gt;yay dear.&lt;br /&gt;44444444. =p=p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it went unanswered again.&lt;br /&gt;but hell la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY NO TO EMO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-7557056074659889146?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7557056074659889146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=7557056074659889146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7557056074659889146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/7557056074659889146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-5732564621741742347</id><published>2008-01-10T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:25:16.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. happy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jan 10 2008&lt;br /&gt;is a lovely day&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008.01.10&lt;br /&gt;is good hair day&lt;br /&gt;yayyay&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 jan 2008&lt;br /&gt;is no-tears day&lt;br /&gt;yayyayyay&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess last night really kept my spirits up today.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to &lt;i&gt;youknowwho&lt;/i&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today.&lt;br /&gt;my hair behaved well enough to allow me to let it down.&lt;br /&gt;but it gave way to my itchy hands to touch touch touch&lt;br /&gt;and discover all the split ends again. omggg.&lt;br /&gt;and they're gone now!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i trimmed my ends again.&lt;br /&gt;and i think my right side is shorter than my left side now. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy's gonna let me go clara's hairdresser to cut my hair soon&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;its no wonder why i get to cut my hair once a yr only.&lt;br /&gt;conpared to twice last time.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to cut it lehhs..&lt;br /&gt;any ideassss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and work today.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;slack.&lt;br /&gt;coz the comp hanged like dunno-how-many times. hee&lt;br /&gt;and i find the CSE ricky's voice damn nice to listen to laa..&lt;br /&gt;and listening to the radio while working makes ppl think i'm crazy coz i keep laughing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had love to msg me thruout.&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;tc love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cnt wait for sat afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;dear! on bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randomm..&lt;br /&gt;i heard on 933 that laughing hard 100 times a day is equals to like 15 mins of biking.. haha =p&lt;br /&gt;and i finally hit that sacred number on the scale. need to jia you! woo~&lt;br /&gt;and yay! horoscope again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;魔羯座 Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;魔羯座今年财运不错，随著身价攀升，收入同步稳定成长，投资转趋积极&lt;br /&gt;而耐高风险，舍得把金钱投资在自己身上。今年较大的花费可能是国外旅&lt;br /&gt;行或其他属於较长期的投资。理财风格属於有纪律、有规划、有恒心的理&lt;br /&gt;财资优生。因为勤做功课，所以让他们从事的各种高风险投资都变得稳健&lt;br /&gt;合理。可惜今年健康容易出现大好大坏的非常极端，要注意健康保险; 适&lt;br /&gt;合投资房地产、天然资源、公用事业和医疗照护产业。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;魔羯座今年健康体力正值颠峰。12年一度的当旺之运，让她们意兴风发、&lt;br /&gt;精神振奋，身体也显得生龙活虎、活泼乱跳。唯一要提醒的是，这段期间&lt;br /&gt;容易出现健康的错觉，低估健康警讯，以致问题等到严重恶化时。才怵然&lt;br /&gt;惊觉。最需注意的身体部位是肝肾功能的正常，多运动、少忧烦、不要经常熬夜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;印象派的爱情 - 潘嘉丽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/iylXaw42g-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/iylXaw42g-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;爱绕多少个弯才能有答案&lt;br /&gt;我问过朋友回答都不相同&lt;br /&gt;我把爱当图案拼凑出印象&lt;br /&gt;就算不写实都可以添上感想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;莫内画的教堂涂满了夕阳&lt;br /&gt;常玉画的花朵总行只影单&lt;br /&gt;在最浪漫地方总是会隐藏&lt;br /&gt;别人看不见的小失望&lt;br /&gt;毕加索的女人总是看远方&lt;br /&gt;潘玉良的波斯菊特别倔强&lt;br /&gt;彷佛最失落时心却最勇敢&lt;br /&gt;把渴望画成了阳关&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;say NO to EMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-5732564621741742347?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5732564621741742347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=5732564621741742347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5732564621741742347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/5732564621741742347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/jan-10-2008-is-lovely-day-yay-d-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-455106162655837226</id><published>2008-01-10T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T16:45:16.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i ended up at the com till almost 1am yest.&lt;br /&gt;chatting with love and desmondngyouze. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall be happy today!&lt;br /&gt;and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i hope i can&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;coz i was asked to say NO to EMO.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha..&lt;br /&gt;cute guy la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and take care love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my mum think that i am a poly tour guide or open house baby sitter.&lt;br /&gt;first she ask me to ask jie along with me to the open hse.&lt;br /&gt;then she ask me to ask my neighbour along.&lt;br /&gt;omggg la.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like gging with my dearest dear can!!&lt;br /&gt;won't i like leng luo my neighbour?&lt;br /&gt;thats the main thing why i totally dislike going out in a total whole big grp.&lt;br /&gt;haha. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to practice my piano for a mo.&lt;br /&gt;and prepare to go for work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;i love dear.=)))&lt;br /&gt;i love love.=)))&lt;br /&gt;i love youknowwho.=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;我到地哭什麼 哭什麼 明明搞笑的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036558372592456393-455106162655837226?l=quaver-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/feeds/455106162655837226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036558372592456393&amp;postID=455106162655837226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/455106162655837226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036558372592456393/posts/default/455106162655837226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quaver-love.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-ended-up-at-com-till-almost-1am-yest.html' title=''/><author><name>- l ii n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02939706421364068692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036558372592456393.post-8895217477246149539</id><published>2008-01-09T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:54:17.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily. emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i somehow keep talking to laoshi these few days.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. its quite fun thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and work today..&lt;br /&gt;i slacked yet again.&lt;br /&gt;and it was sadsad.&lt;br /&gt;my phone ran out of batt.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn have music to accom. me&lt;br /&gt;and i was waiting for his sms.&lt;br /&gt;thou it nv came.&lt;br /&gt;there were a few times when i was yawning.&lt;br /&gt;and normally when i yawn, i tear.&lt;br /&gt;and those few times.&lt;br /&gt;when i yawned.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like crying real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back to school!!&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be alone.. in the stupid cramped place.&lt;br /&gt;facing the comp 8 hrs everyday..&lt;br /&gt;i somehow cnt wait for the expo sale to come.&lt;br /&gt;at least i can earn $$ w/o staring at the comp screen.&lt;br /&gt;and i can see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random stuff..&lt;br /&gt;i was stoning while waiting for the documents to be scanned.&lt;br /&gt;then i had a sudden urge to drink. =x&lt;br /&gt;lame and random. but yea.&lt;br /&gt;there felt like this demon inside me.&lt;br /&gt;like i was telling loser.&lt;br /&gt;i could have succumbed to smoking if someone had tempted me at that time.&lt;br /&gt;think i'm gging through that &lt;b&gt;super&lt;/b&gt; rebellious stage sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahaha. i cnt wait for yr end man.. really..&lt;br /&gt;then i can go clubbing like nuts. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay la. tml gging to be me and me the only scannist ard.&lt;br /&gt;so happy can.&lt;br /&gt;wont have that pressure there.&lt;br /&gt;i've been bringing lunch to work.&lt;br /&gt;so i wont need to have lunch with him.&lt;br /&gt;yay! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh yaa..i've been getting like phone calls from unfamiliar and private numbers nowadays laa. damn freaking irritating. i got one again today. private number. i thot it was haoning prank-calling me. so i like said "&lt;i&gt;go and die&lt;/i&gt;" in chi. but the person kept talking. then i heard something like  y&lt;i&gt;ou prefer something something&lt;/i&gt;.. in chi. then i was like &lt;i&gt;hello&lt;/i&gt;. then the person ask me if i speak chi and i hung up on her. stupid chinese woman. and i just another missed call from unfamiliar number again. damn. wonder how those ppl get my number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to meet dear sooonnn!!&lt;br /&gt;satsatsatsatsatsatsat.&lt;br /&gt;i cnt wait to go sp open hse. and nyp's too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;两个人并不等于我们 - lee hom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KucNOYK6Lp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KucNOYK6Lp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;醒来只有我一个人&lt;br /&gt;分不清黄昏或清晨&lt;br /&gt;空气微冷有甚么在流失慢慢降温&lt;br /&gt;一颗心往下沉&lt;br /&gt;毕竟只是太短的梦&lt;br /&gt;彼此终于退回陌生&lt;br /&gt;我加上你两个人并不等于我们&lt;br /&gt;你想我吗会偶尔想我吗&lt;br /&gt;是这样吗飞扬的会落下&lt;br /&gt;你爱我吗如果诚实回答&lt;br /&gt;可是爱也不是解答&lt;br /&gt;空屋子里没有回声&lt;br /&gt;但我记忆有你指纹&lt;br /&gt;我加上你两个人却并不等于我们&lt;br /&gt;你想我吗会偶尔想我吗&lt;br /&gt;是这样吗飞扬的会落下&lt;br /&gt;你爱我吗如果诚实回答&lt;br /&gt;可是爱也让人疲乏&lt;br /&gt;你知道吗我心快要溶化
