<?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-17580492</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:46:11.413+08:00</updated><category term='cliches'/><category term='rain'/><category term='misses'/><category term='slowdown'/><category term='whatever'/><category term='pissssssssssssed'/><category term='church'/><category term='believe'/><category term='lightning'/><category term='fine'/><category term='tolerance'/><category term='music of the night'/><category term='Q'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='dread schooool mundane'/><category term='grumbling'/><category term='harmony'/><category term='faith'/><category term='love'/><category term='whining'/><category term='p.'/><category term='hope'/><category term='maaah-neeee'/><title type='text'>just me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>540</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-6892388510257008794</id><published>2008-06-15T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:05:14.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's sunday&lt;br /&gt;i should be going over t church later with jeremy and his mom and tutor&lt;br /&gt;talked to jenny yesterday and the songs she sent me were awesome&lt;br /&gt;很有感觉 i like (:&lt;br /&gt;weather has been nasty yet it still feels good to be seeing the sky so blue sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i feel like playing badminton, hehe i'll ask next week&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i just saw this flying crawling thing outside my window. i'm-freaking-out&lt;br /&gt;but thank god it flew away (:&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, 最近好像发生了很多事 让我感触还蛮多的&lt;br /&gt;开心也好 不开心的也好。 都让我在了解的过程中成长  ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been reading this book "turning point" by vaughan roberts&lt;br /&gt;very meaningful, something about realising the meaning and purpose of life.&lt;br /&gt;like how people are never satisfied. how people feel empty and stuffs like that..&lt;br /&gt;it all comes down to their "spiritual thirst"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its lunch time!&lt;br /&gt;wil update more tonight !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-6892388510257008794?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6892388510257008794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=6892388510257008794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6892388510257008794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6892388510257008794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2008/06/todays-sunday-i-should-be-going-over-t.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-3273486154731416166</id><published>2008-06-15T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:37:52.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my boyfriend threw some pepper into the cup of water &amp;amp; said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"here dear, drink some water...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows it was zoo with the girls, sit rae sq + jw&lt;br /&gt;it was hot, crowded but nonetheless fun (!)&lt;br /&gt;then theory lesson&lt;br /&gt;nyny&lt;br /&gt;hoooome ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get some reading done today .&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/17580492-3273486154731416166?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3273486154731416166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=3273486154731416166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3273486154731416166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3273486154731416166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-boyfriend-threw-some-pepper-into-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-5121741912480321929</id><published>2008-06-15T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:25:05.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i miss u jenieh`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've abandoned this blog for like almost a year&lt;br /&gt;hehe, but cause jenny can't read my xanga i shall try to update here too so that at least we know whats going on with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 anyway, its really an awesome feeling catching up with someone that you missed dearly&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course ly, i really hope you're fine and get back to being your happy self. i'll meeet up with you again really soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;yiqing ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-5121741912480321929?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5121741912480321929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=5121741912480321929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5121741912480321929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5121741912480321929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-u-jenieh-ive-abandoned-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-308831682990507954</id><published>2007-08-23T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:51:49.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'VE OFFICIALLY MOVED TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WWW.XANGA.COM/APPLEBANANAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;bye dearest blog, you've been a great companion a great ranting space, but now i've found someone better and i'm gna ditch you. but nope you'll always be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my heart&lt;/span&gt;. awwwwwwww i love you blog. and i'm gna miss you, so very much. xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-308831682990507954?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/308831682990507954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=308831682990507954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/308831682990507954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/308831682990507954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-officially-moved-to.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-176180523284264512</id><published>2007-08-09T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T21:31:28.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edit/&lt;br /&gt;decided to use xanga, cause the skin is prettier . hahahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.xanga.com/applebananas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think NDP 07's pretty good :D&lt;br /&gt;i love the fireworks and the songs towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;sis is there though i'm like at home resting my ass on the comfy sofa.&lt;br /&gt;just wish i was there to watch the fireworks too.&lt;br /&gt;but howells, there's always next year &amp; the fireworks look pretty on teeeveee too. so that pretty much made my day.&lt;br /&gt;should stop complaining about how boring my day is bcause i thought i'd be understanding, since everyone's busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gna like busk in the sun @ east coast park.&lt;br /&gt;something random, but i love singapore :D&lt;br /&gt;its friday tomorrow though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't stress yourself,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsoflove&lt;br /&gt;.yq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-176180523284264512?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/176180523284264512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=176180523284264512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/176180523284264512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/176180523284264512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-ndp-07s-pretty-good-d-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-7541235913037781910</id><published>2007-08-09T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:51:02.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;"♥ Yq says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;yea i know read your blog (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;寧 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;=) oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;i write only cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;i really dont think people read all that bs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;hahahahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;you must be bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;/♥ Yq says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;NO, CAUSE THATS HOW I KNOW HOW YOU'RE DOING AND STUFFS.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;at least it updates me. (:!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;寧 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;&gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;and i always treat blog as like a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;writing 發洩工具&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;/♥ Yq says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;but seriously, its really quite inspirational sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;it makes me realise about some stuffs too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;寧 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;=).. that's nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;/♥ Yq says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;I'M SERIOUS MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;=)=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:green;"&gt;^________^  Miss HoYiQing.. a true candy heart. a very....bored candy heart. hahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JENNY NIEH CHIH NING'S SUCHA FUNNY CHOCOLATE HEART THAT MELTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY GIRL! OMG&lt;br /&gt;i was just catching up with dearest nini(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what else can i say? too much to say actually&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait for september so that i can visit you in xiamen(:&lt;br /&gt;REALLY HOPE I CAN!&lt;br /&gt;and then december&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how good our memory is, those small little details back in sec 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;classic (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you jenny nieh even though you're like SO WEIRD and VIOLENT and CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;but you're special :D&lt;br /&gt;miss you-&lt;br /&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/17580492-7541235913037781910?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7541235913037781910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=7541235913037781910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7541235913037781910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7541235913037781910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/yq-says-yea-i-know-read-your-blog-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-2528998236625127828</id><published>2007-08-08T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:41:10.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edit/&lt;br /&gt;secret was pretty good (:&lt;br /&gt;dinner was great with good company. with sheila spying and stuffs&lt;br /&gt;i loveLOVE cranberries&lt;br /&gt;please please keep yu ang in your prayers cause he's been hospitalized for some lung thing D:&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldn't be feeling like this, but damn it. gaaah, feeling upside-down&lt;br /&gt;mugging tomorrow. to keep me occupied while everyone's busy&lt;br /&gt;good night-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized everything that i've wrote in my blog is just a summary of my day.&lt;br /&gt;but what about stuffs that i've unknowingly learnt, the emotional aspects, i don't really write it here. not that i don't want to, but i don't see why i should.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess everyone just needs to be inspired but before being inspired, someone has to actually inspire you first. be it intentionally or unintentional, whether the purpose is solely for the sake of inspiring. but to me, my inspirations come from everywhere and anywhere. you don't ask for inspiration, all you have to do is to look around. you'd probably find it somewhere you least expect it to be.&lt;br /&gt;i've seen too many people, trying to be someone they're not.&lt;br /&gt;i won't say i'm not like that sometimes, because i'm human too.&lt;br /&gt;but what is 'identity' ? chinese not being able to speak proper chinese?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, but i'm starting to realise that chinese is a beautiful language, so deep and mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;i can't say that trying to be someone you're not just to fit into a group isn't right, its a part of social skills anyways. its a society we're living in. but losing yourself just to fit into this 'social-circle' just isn't what i'd agree with.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just me, me as in myself, myself is i. alright that just sounds wrong, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;i was knocked on the head like a dingdongbell which really woke me up, back into the reality. or is it what i perceive to be 'the reality'. who am i? have you ever walked down the streets, like orchard to only realise that everyone looks the same, everyone dresses the same way etc. its like everyone's being crafted into what the society wants us to be.&lt;br /&gt;not really pin-pointing anyone, because what can i say? i'm just me.  thats all, fullstop(.)&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been spending time with my family, just realise i've got the cutest parent though.&lt;br /&gt;mom&amp;dad are always busy with their work, rarely see mom in singapore. won't see dad until 1230am. that is if i were still awake. then i realise, once you've become a mom and dad, your life won't revolve around you yourself and i, you'll start to think of your spouse(s), sacrificing their time, spend half of their lives working their asses off, for us. that is, unconditioned love.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;whenever they've got time off, they'll hope that we as children would spend quality time with them, but we'll always say ' oh, i've gotta meet my friends ' - its quite sad isn't it&lt;br /&gt;i think my parents are great people :D&lt;br /&gt;SO, i guess point is, be true to yourself. you are who you want to be. people can't bring us down, because we have our own sets of beliefs. perhaps they are able to influence us, but at the end of the day, its we ourselves that chose to be who we are, they don't make the choices for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats it, i've said too much for today. sheesh&lt;br /&gt;(: love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-2528998236625127828?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2528998236625127828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=2528998236625127828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2528998236625127828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2528998236625127828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-realized-everything-that-ive-wrote-in.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my frigging broadband thing wasnt working, i couldn't watch DISNEYCHANNEL &amp;amp; i couldn't go ONLINE D:&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yesterday's physio test was D: ! because the paper was super tricky.&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg i wrote pheripheral nervous system instead of central nervous system. i wrote CNS first then i changed my answer after thinking about spinal cord and brain. owells&lt;br /&gt;today was suppose to go to school, but being sucha pig i overslept which explains why i'm happily typing this entry here.&lt;br /&gt;on a happier thought, I'M GNA MEET BESTFRIEND WONGLY LATER! and DEAREST SHEILA too. in town, going to watch SECRET! :D hope it'd be good&lt;br /&gt;anyways, outing with ly always ends with a tummyache, YOU KNOW WHY! :P&lt;br /&gt;its wednesday already! alright, everyone go "WOOOO HOW TIME FLIES" tgether with me.&lt;br /&gt;NATIONAL DAY'S TMR and i've got no one to watch the fireworks with D: !&lt;br /&gt;owells. guess i'll end here before i'm late to meet ly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-2401459236235021965?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2401459236235021965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=2401459236235021965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2401459236235021965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2401459236235021965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-beautiful-mistake-right-from-start.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rrkr01jMCeI/AAAAAAAAAf8/WbnVES7lnx4/s72-c/DSC03364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-5156705304140339427</id><published>2007-08-07T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:31:42.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrdMzljMCcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/dQtj0TZOtp4/s1600-h/annecy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrdMzljMCcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/dQtj0TZOtp4/s320/annecy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095625952529746370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it'd be prettier if you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;met up with xueqi today to mug&lt;br /&gt;OMG, i actually took the train all the way to payalebar and mugged at the coffeebean.&lt;br /&gt;like there's only ka fei dou cafe in payalebar, but it was rather productive, kinda finish my physiology, i'll just pray really hard that whatever i've read will stay there until tmr.&lt;br /&gt;we got really distracted, by this couple cause xq was complaining that the woman kept moving, and i was distracted by this lesbian couple opposite me. not that i've got any thing against lesbianism but yea, i guess you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;CRANBERRY MUFFIN IS LOVE ! &amp; oh, i wasted this whole LARGE cup of mango creme cause its really gross D: ! o man, i love cranberries :D !&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after mugging we headed off to chjimes cause xq wanted t collect her pay :D&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich we couldn't decide on where to have dinner, OMG we actually thought of calling people to ask where to go for dinner please. AND GUESS WHERE WE ENDED UP AT!&lt;br /&gt;sakae. its alright since i havent had that for quite awhile :D&lt;br /&gt;for the first time since donkey eeyore years, i felt so bloated.&lt;br /&gt;went over to esplanade to 'take a walk', saw lim wei there though.&lt;br /&gt;we ended up chilling at the library there, using my laptop and camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;i think the library's a damn frigging nice place to mug during weekdays :D !&lt;br /&gt;osgkajflsjdjsaoighoiajgpodjkosajflsaf &amp;amp; we went home !&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny towards the end :D all was fun &amp; i enjoyed the company&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm really glad we've manage to meet and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;its funny how simple things such as 'chilling' at the library could bring so much joy.&lt;br /&gt;its just like how just sitting at the playground could make my day, i guess its with the right company.&lt;br /&gt;"putting yourself in other people's shoes" i think if everyone would at least TRY, the world will be a happier place, there'll be less prejudice, more understanding, more love and more care &amp;amp; concern! yq, DREAM ON! you can't make the whole world put themselves in other people's shoes, but at least i really hope everyone around me will. i guess even for myself, i've gotta learn how to do tht sometimes too, you know, when you get too carried away. you'll forget why you live, your core value of life.  and the whole world will revolve around me,myself&amp;i.&lt;br /&gt;you know, i was thinking, even if the shoes won't fit, at least you've tried and you know how it feels (: isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pray for your math test tomorrow dearest cowstick :D&lt;br /&gt;no worries, it'd be fine &lt;3 love you many! &amp;amp; xq's test &amp; for everyone taking the physio exam tmr :D hugs&amp;amp;kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-5156705304140339427?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5156705304140339427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=5156705304140339427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5156705304140339427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5156705304140339427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/met-up-with-xueqi-today-to-mug-omg-i.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrdMzljMCcI/AAAAAAAAAfs/dQtj0TZOtp4/s72-c/annecy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-6347527296375115572</id><published>2007-08-05T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:20:42.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrW8rljMCaI/AAAAAAAAAfY/k2MuW1vjsSc/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrW8rljMCaI/AAAAAAAAAfY/k2MuW1vjsSc/s320/DSC00621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095186010439682466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;credits/jmie:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i just found this picture really cute. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sunday's kinda :D and =l&lt;br /&gt;went for church in the morning, sermon was pretty boring but funny at some parts.&lt;br /&gt;and someone had to make me laugh like shitzxz in the middle of the service. so i had no choice but to contain my laughter and LAUGH SILENTLY. (LOS! fyi, its laugh-out-soft)&lt;br /&gt;i should have just poke you . urgh!&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S HOLY COMMUNION TODAY&lt;br /&gt;brand new start for the new month&lt;br /&gt;lunch as usual, then rushed off cause jere has lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeremy "your eyes are small ... " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yq " NO! MY EYES &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; BIG! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;j " eyes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; big "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yq- seriously thinking of what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pair of eyes is big&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;j " pair of eyes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are big&lt;/span&gt; la..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both " that sounds wrong too "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally, the brilliant yq " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'VE GOT BIG EYES&lt;/span&gt; laaaaa "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays actually i dont think its funny, but still, it was funny in you were listening to our conversation. omg haha&lt;br /&gt;went grocery shopping, bought cereal(CRANBERRY&amp;ALMOND! is love &lt;3 )&lt;br /&gt;wholemealbread&amp;amp;breakfastham to last the whole week, zoolandbiscuit, wangwangbunbiscuit, meijiyoghurt. wells I'M SUPPOSE TO SAVE MONEY so i though i'd rather bring bread and eat bread LIVE BREAD EVERYDAY :D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;went home and slept all the way till like 7, im suppose t study for physio.shitass&lt;br /&gt;not going to school tomorrow since there's like no physio tutorial and its pointless to go for mbio lecture when she finish teaching everything. though she might give us some pointers or smthing, but still its quite stupid to go school for 2 hours. so WE decided to give school a skip.&lt;br /&gt;gna like wake up and go to the library to mug whole day for physio.&lt;br /&gt;though its just MCQ and fill-in-the-blanks.&lt;br /&gt;so much to do, so little time, really can't wait for 21st aug.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i guess no fireworks this thursday since everyone's like busy, i'd spend my national day mugging my ass off (?) IDK owells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 26px; height: 27px;" src="http://www.xanga.com/images/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/17580492-6347527296375115572?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6347527296375115572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=6347527296375115572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6347527296375115572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6347527296375115572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/creditsjmied-i-just-found-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrW8rljMCaI/AAAAAAAAAfY/k2MuW1vjsSc/s72-c/DSC00621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-6880952391838911296</id><published>2007-08-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T01:28:55.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrSyTFjMCYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/EiMJl7y2lCE/s1600-h/DSC00861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrSyTFjMCYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/EiMJl7y2lCE/s320/DSC00861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094893119439899010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my brilliant masterpiece :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrSx-VjMCWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NgZm0dE5kgo/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrSx-VjMCWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NgZm0dE5kgo/s400/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094892762957613410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PERFORMANCE WITH JEREMYWONG today @ beattysec&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed my day today :D even though the management thing sucks and the performance sucks still, we manage to find laughters and smiles despite feeling stress and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;we had to wait for like 3 frigging hours before it actually starts.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to the playground. can you imagine, ARD 3 HOURS SITTING AT THE PLAYGROUND. but it was fun though :D managed to entertain ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;silly talks and spastic faces and kbox-ing and bickering&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE THE " COW-STICK "!&lt;br /&gt;haha(insides) but anyways, jeremywong you're so predictable too :D !&lt;br /&gt;we performed 36 and yizuwuqu. OMAN&lt;br /&gt;okays i'm gna like brag about myself. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;we totally didn't prac for yizu AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;we just went on stage and i played cords and stuffs for him. impromtu&lt;br /&gt;after the thing i was like "OMG I THINK I ROCK! " :D haha&lt;br /&gt;so we've come to the conclusion that those performers that we met backstage, the uncle that drives the van, nice 'teacher' i think who helped me carry my qinjia so jeremy can help me carry the yangqin down the stairs, the indian uncle(s) who helped me to open the door everytime without fail are all damn NICE PEOLE :D but those people like the DJ, 'JASON', management, are like shit. okays haha wait they can't be shit. CAUSE SOMEONE LOVES SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;man, it sounds so wrong and crude, but anyways yea you get the idea of how they treated us there. i almost had a BTICHFIT THERE. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i was nice not to flare up or something though i had the urge to do so.&lt;br /&gt;wongxinrui, stop stressing yourself and feel sad over YOU-KNOW-WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;lets mug okays :D&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrSx-ljMCXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/sxA4nUgXEiU/s1600-h/mangoice+and+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrSx-ljMCXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/sxA4nUgXEiU/s400/mangoice+and+us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094892767252580722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SEE LY I TOLD YOU I'M GNA BLOG ABOUT THE MANGO ICE WITH PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;cause i was complaining about how i see this picture on everyone's blog, and i want it too. not that i'm following the trend or something but, its just for fun :D haha!&lt;br /&gt;i remembered it collapse before 5 minutes. butbutbut we saved the day !&lt;br /&gt;i love ly too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrSwnVjMCSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ehGVE1v_wWo/s1600-h/steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrSwnVjMCSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/ehGVE1v_wWo/s320/steph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094891268308994338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;woke up late D: ! i was suppose to wake up at like 7am and go to the airport but omg i woke up at 9-ish I WAS LIKE SHIT. ( cause i dreamt that i woke up late ) then in reality i'm really late. dangs! so i cab all the way down to the airport, spent like 20bucks.OMGOSH but its all worth it :D i finally saw stephanie chiang since donkey years :D even though its for just for an hour or so, we've caught up. which makes me a really happy girl. its really great to see you again, but we've gotta part, okays i sound damn drama. but this time it doesnt seem as bad as the first time i sent her off. i remembered crying damn badly when we bid each other goodbye. same place, same people, less tears. perhaps we've grown stronger. but i know that feeling of emptiness each time i leave the departure hall is always there. alrights i know, its life, people come and go.&lt;br /&gt;stephanie chiang nini number 2, takecare of yourself in taiwan alrights, dont get scorched by the sun ! i'm gna miss you until next year when you're back again. :D i'll talk to you soon! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;PS/ send me the pictures when you're online! xoxo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrSwoVjMCVI/AAAAAAAAAew/jqLLgu75zXs/s1600-h/DSC03350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrSwoVjMCVI/AAAAAAAAAew/jqLLgu75zXs/s320/DSC03350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094891285488863570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i STUDIED after practicing while waiting for some people :D&lt;br /&gt;lots of love, yq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-6880952391838911296?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6880952391838911296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=6880952391838911296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6880952391838911296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6880952391838911296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-brilliant-masterpiece-d-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrSyTFjMCYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/EiMJl7y2lCE/s72-c/DSC00861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-7657444298274287692</id><published>2007-08-04T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:38:31.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIDAY'S D: &amp; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D because SOCCER WAS LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'M GNA MISS EACH AND EVERYONE OF MY SOCCER BUDDIES. REALLY&lt;br /&gt;and practice tonight, i've got no comments. just that some people just can't really keep their mouth to themselves. well, you know who you are and WE know who you are. so yea shan't comment before someone sets up a IHATEYQ-CLUB or something. sheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today wasn't a really good day because i was so darn stressed over the damn performance and my frigging physiology exam on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;SO YA. i'm having mixed emotions now, which believe me, isn't a really good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i think when they say i'm crazy, its pretty true D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, i'm veryVERYVEEEEERY tired. gotta wake up like superduperly early to send stephc.&lt;br /&gt;since i havent seen her for like, a year! ): and after that i shall stone somewhere and attempt to study or something, and practice for the 'performance' at night.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH, this stupid feeling is coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of everything's-so-screwed-up.&lt;br /&gt;the mixed emotions, i can't control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER MAN. i'm sick of myself too.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for venting everything here. sheesh! you dont have to read it though.&lt;br /&gt;but by the time you read this, you've read everything. OMG i'm starting NOT to make any sense. ): i'm just not very :D now. so, take care people. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-7657444298274287692?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7657444298274287692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=7657444298274287692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7657444298274287692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7657444298274287692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/fridays-d-d-d-because-soccer-was-love.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-7635075998554291478</id><published>2007-08-03T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:31:40.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you,&lt;/span&gt; take care of your throbbing head okays?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here's a quick update of today&lt;br /&gt;i did a major favour for shiquan. she ought to thank me for everything man!&lt;br /&gt;and i can conclude that MATHS ONLINE IS MAKING EVERYONE CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;i dont' know how many times i said the word eff. seriously D: !&lt;br /&gt;i think i could write an essay. and shiquan said that if she were t film me doing the maths online thing, it would be a comedy. BUT I THINK IT SLD BE A HORROR.&lt;br /&gt;went for geco after that.&lt;br /&gt;i had no comments about practice today.&lt;br /&gt;all i could say is, ITS DAMN AUNTY PLEASE. howells. :P other than that its pretty alright.&lt;br /&gt;whats with domineering and bossy silver brigades ? ( if you get what i mean :D) hahhaha i think ly understands .&lt;br /&gt;someone was so funny. tried to jump the ballet way. man! i succeeded scaring jeremy wong! HAHAHA :D ! " OMGOSH! LOOK! "&lt;br /&gt;BUTBUTBUTBUT there were so many stupid eeeeky worms on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;i had to jump around to avoid it. sheeesh! its pretty freaky to see so many tiny stick like looking creatures on the ground though. =l&lt;br /&gt;hours spent with someone is enough to make me forget what happened in the afternoon, the horrible and terrible headache-y thing i went through. i can't wait to finish mathsonline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GETWELLSOON YOU STUPID PIG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR I'LL BITE YOU :D (your shirt) HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;sidetrack, JENNYNIEH'S BACK IN XIAMEN! &lt;3 not that i'm in xiamen but that means i can get to talk to her online more. :D!&lt;br /&gt;stephchiang's going back this satuday D: !&lt;br /&gt;last day for soccer tomorrow D: !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xueqi's back in singapore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all&lt;br /&gt;&amp; jenny, be yourself! the true.jenuine.jennynieh hope your life's been a blast :D because i missed you quite alot. take care of yourself! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-7635075998554291478?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7635075998554291478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=7635075998554291478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7635075998554291478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7635075998554291478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-you-take-care-of-your-throbbing.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-6294981395899769668</id><published>2007-08-01T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:51:52.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrBv8FjMCQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/N5jtDal54zI/s1600-h/Grow_old_with_you_by_babamm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrBv8FjMCQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/N5jtDal54zI/s320/Grow_old_with_you_by_babamm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093694256628631810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel that when I'm old,&lt;br /&gt;I'll look at you and know,&lt;br /&gt;The world was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AUGUST!&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't a really good day to start with cause i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;superduperlystressed&lt;/span&gt; over some stuffs&lt;br /&gt;-school work(uhuh)&lt;br /&gt;things got better, really gotta thank delia for teaching me math ! :D&lt;br /&gt;i kinda finish all my practices for math online except for the revisions. omgomgomg!&lt;br /&gt;so i feel rather accomplish-y. besides, I RAN TODAY AGAIN. haha&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's thursday. which makes me really happy cause i'm gna see some people which will make me :D !&lt;br /&gt;butbutbut ther's math test tomorrow, though its computerised. but still....&lt;br /&gt;howells, it'd be a better day tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;/ i miss you &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muchlove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ps/ stephchiang! when are you free. i miss you so damn much D: ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;i got so frigging bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Mango tea"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Best place to cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on someone's shoulders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Missing someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i'm missing quite alot of people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. The thing you love the most:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.Tell us your dream last night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot, but it wasn't a really nice dream(again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Ever hate someone so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT REALLY, i'm a nice person MOST-OF-THE-TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. The biggest lie you heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That i'm stupid and retarded(!) okays i'm kidding :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Ever lied to someone you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never. but whitelies(?) like 'i hate you' but you know i don't mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What's the worst thing you've ever done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know man, bite my sister and brother when i was really young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Wanna be someone else than ur self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love me :D well, its a love/hate kinda thing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;but i never wanna be someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Ever slap someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, accidentally =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Last time u cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot, but it was quite long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Biggest crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i think barney's pretty cool and elmo's pretty hawt :D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.Last mall you went to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineleisure(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Last memorable song that you've heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Voice Within- Christina A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Last person that hates you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. sheeesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Reasons why you hate someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because he/she gets on my nerves, but i don't usually hate someone.&lt;br /&gt;like what i would say, i'll just dont like someone ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Biggest lie you said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy. (when i'm not)&lt;br /&gt;i guess. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What u wanna say to someone that u love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you(?)  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Who do u think is the most blur person u know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urms, perhaps slow, WONG XINRUI JEREMY(haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. What do u want to eat right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got no cravings though =l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Where you at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Have you EVER failed a subject at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH. omg and i think i'm gna fail my math CCT tomorrow ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What's on your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;differentiation and integration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Honestly, who are you chatting online with now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;appearing offline though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. What is it that you REALLY should be doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRACTICE MORE MATH QUESTIONS! omg- stop making me feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Have you brushed your teeth today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i say no? NAH I BRUSHED MY TEEETH TODAY. I'M A GOOD GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Who are your best friends in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. god and those friends that love me too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Honestly who do you think is the hottest person alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, that person would be dead since he/she burnt themselves since they're like, SO HOT.&lt;br /&gt;alright i know its not funny but just laugh kays. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Honestly, are you a good friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta ask my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Honestly, do you really think going to school is important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT REALLY. BUT IT IS IMPORTANT.&lt;br /&gt;ahh- i'm contradicting. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Honestly, what are your dreams about, mostly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random, seriously i can dream about the weirdest person and the most unexpected ones.&lt;br /&gt;but normally its people whom i think about the most :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Honestly, what makes you happy most of the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILES SUNSHINE RAIN FRIENDS SPASTICNESSOFDEARESTBF SURPRISES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Honestly, what are you so sad about right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i miss stephchiang ):&lt;br /&gt;and omg there's math test tomorrow. GAAAH I'M SAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Honestly, how old are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35.Honestly, what song are you now listenin to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sara and michael- homesick&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Honestly, who do you want to meet at this very moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stephaniechiang and many others whom i've not met for a long long time, JENNYNIEH!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; not forgetting you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Honestly, where do you like to be kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urms , IDK. lips(?) hahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Honestly, do you have a deadly disease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA, the ohsodeadlymathvirus is attacking me D: i think i'm gna die soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Honestly, do you hate someone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Honestly, who/what do you wanna hug right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="is yummy"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instructions : Name &lt;strong&gt;20 people&lt;/strong&gt; you can think at the top of your head. don't read the questions before you write, and tag 10 people to do this survey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;2) Wong LY&lt;br /&gt;3) Stephanie Chiang&lt;br /&gt;4) Min Ru&lt;br /&gt;5) Jennynieh&lt;br /&gt;6) Steph Wong&lt;br /&gt;7) Shi Quan&lt;br /&gt;8) Badd&lt;br /&gt;9) ChenChuan&lt;br /&gt;10) Delia&lt;br /&gt;11) Nic Ho&lt;br /&gt;12) Jake&lt;br /&gt;13) Sheery Honey&lt;br /&gt;14) Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;15) Hui Min&lt;br /&gt;16) De Xin&lt;br /&gt;17) Randy&lt;br /&gt;18) Xiaole&lt;br /&gt;19) Peiyan&lt;br /&gt;20) shunta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn - HARMONIANS :D classmates 05-06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you never met 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremywong-  D: guess i'll be missing out quite a lot in life. i'll be so sad&lt;br /&gt;then again, IF i had never met my numberONE, i wouldn't know what i'll miss out. life will probably be different. but i'm glad i've met you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chenchuan/shunta - THAT' WILL BE SO WRONG &gt;.&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever like 19?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiyan- YEAH :D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stephwong/randy - OMG NO! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badd- man, badd's SEXY :D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me something about 7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiquan- BITCH! :D haha kidding, she's pretty retarded, but i'll &lt;3 her still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake- sheesh, no D: !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is 8's favourite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badd- ROCKCLIMBING(?) SCOUTS (?) HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 18 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaole- I LIKE YOU TOO &lt;3 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What language does 15 speak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huimin- she has her language of her own. I KNOW! crayon shinchye's language :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChenChuan- NO ONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De xin- 17 going on 18 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheery- yesterday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you date 4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min Ru - HAHAHAHA :D i would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 15 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiMin- guess so :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's 10's last name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia- omg i dont know D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicho- noooo hahhaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What school does 3 go to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph chiang- Taiwan American School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph wong- bishan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennynieh- her genuine-ness :D &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-6294981395899769668?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6294981395899769668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=6294981395899769668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6294981395899769668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6294981395899769668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-that-when-im-old-ill-look-at-you.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RrBv8FjMCQI/AAAAAAAAAeI/N5jtDal54zI/s72-c/Grow_old_with_you_by_babamm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-926612509194027472</id><published>2007-07-31T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:27:09.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rq8Zr1jMCPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/w6DAG0Doc2A/s1600-h/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rq8Zr1jMCPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/w6DAG0Doc2A/s320/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093317944479058162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sometimes when I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; These feelings falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Like a landslide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As both of our dreams collide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alright tuesday's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D !&lt;br /&gt;today's not a really nice day though.&lt;br /&gt;i got pretty irritated by some people yknowyknow.&lt;br /&gt;i can be really nice and stuffs but don't test me. cause you don't even know me.&lt;br /&gt;and those who know-know me, knows that they won't wanna try.&lt;br /&gt;okays, enough of being sucha bitch.&lt;br /&gt;school was a bore. practical was alright did lots of stupid and retarded stuffs as usual&lt;br /&gt;went home straight after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;watched shows when i'm suppose t study =l sheesh&lt;br /&gt;then slept and woke up and RAN!&lt;br /&gt;to the silly girl who can't sleep at night for three days.&lt;br /&gt;and feeling troubled by THAT-THING-YOU-DO&lt;br /&gt;no worries alright, i'm sure things will turn out fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i guess, i think my life's pretty boring sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;-i know, stop whining about it. i can hear you chanting it into my ears please. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i love you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-926612509194027472?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/926612509194027472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=926612509194027472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/926612509194027472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/926612509194027472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-when-im-with-you-these.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rq8Zr1jMCPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/w6DAG0Doc2A/s72-c/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-7397658665290483543</id><published>2007-07-30T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:02:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rq3rBFjMCOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2XmMm-OXuek/s1600-h/335004727l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rq3rBFjMCOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2XmMm-OXuek/s320/335004727l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092985157528062178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tell all the dreams that you have let slip right through your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you feel lost inside of someone else's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;helloworld :D ! its monday though D: !&lt;br /&gt;but anyways there are still things to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;(1) thing that made me SMILE AND LAUGH AND GRIN! stephchiang is back in singapore!&lt;br /&gt;i forgot t tell her i changed my number though. gotta know it through joyce and i was like OMG! :D steph lets meeet up soon! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;(2) watched alone with sheila. IT WAS SCARY OKAYS! i was hiding behind my labcoat.&lt;br /&gt;but the show was quite nice with an unexpected twist. rather good plot. i think i'm gna have nightmares tonight though.&lt;br /&gt;(3) met ly after movie. :D :D :D !&lt;br /&gt;walked around first then headed to HKCAFE for dinner. omgosh :) we ate for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;ordered some nice noodles thing :)&lt;br /&gt;then we had mango snow for dessert. OMG it really lives up to its name.&lt;br /&gt;we were literally freeeeeezing. and my erector muscle contracted, my hair was standing and my teeeth were like clattering . sheesh! okays i think its like 10 degrees in that cafe okays!&lt;br /&gt;but mango snow was nice. though it collapsed even before 5 mins. and ly and to SCREAM cause it really toppled over. hahaha i've got pictures but i'm just too lazy to upload.&lt;br /&gt;chillled, literally and talked about stuffs. I LOVE MY BESTFRIEND &lt;3 !&lt;br /&gt;jiayouly! you can do this man :D thurs will be here soon!&lt;br /&gt;love you, hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its tuesday tomorrow anyways :\&lt;br /&gt;lotsoflove&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/17580492-7397658665290483543?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7397658665290483543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=7397658665290483543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7397658665290483543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7397658665290483543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/tell-all-dreams-that-you-have-let-slip.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rq3rBFjMCOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2XmMm-OXuek/s72-c/335004727l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-8369521199467696678</id><published>2007-07-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:57:30.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqyqyljMCNI/AAAAAAAAAdw/-q1i5OvW2So/s1600-h/z71792848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092633064699070674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqyqyljMCNI/AAAAAAAAAdw/-q1i5OvW2So/s320/z71792848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When there’s no one else, look inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;Like your oldest friend just trust the voice within&lt;br /&gt;Then you’ll find the strength that will guide your way&lt;br /&gt;You’ll learn to begin to trust the voice within&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;TODAY'S A PRETTY GOOOD-SUNDAY, if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH WAS :D cause sermon was kinda :)&lt;br /&gt;"TIGER AIRWAYS..." pretty funny that left us :O !&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it rained, pooor laptop was kinda wet. but no worries cause its still alive and kicking. though it died on me just now :l ran outta batt and everyone was hogging onto the powerpoint @ the library ): !&lt;br /&gt;lunch with steph nic jere at tekka, we braved the rain okays! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich we headed to bishanlibrary. studied mbio and did integration.&lt;br /&gt;NIC AND JERE WERE PLAYING THEIR GRANADO ESPLADA GAME THING.&lt;br /&gt;i helped jere with his integration okays! :D hahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;we had subway at 2+ and nic was complaining that he's hungry at 5+6 . OMG&lt;br /&gt;so we went t cafecartel :D no more sirlion steak ): ! so we had this meat lovers thing.&lt;br /&gt;sheeesh &amp;amp; we both liked the porkchop more than chicken. :D! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;took a cab home and dropped jere at his place. ( how nice of me! )&lt;br /&gt;today's a :D day! count the number of smileys i have man.&lt;br /&gt;tssk and i didn't know you guys were so...into such stuffs. ! omgomg! hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;it was super funny okays, nic OMG. you have no idea how funny it was unless you're there.&lt;br /&gt;and jeremywong. HAHAHAHA you never fail to amaze me with your. urms, self-aclaimed intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;my vandalism rocks right :D ! iknowiknow .&lt;br /&gt;i feel so GAY.&lt;br /&gt;but mbio prac tmr, just totally spoils my moood.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, just the thought that tomorrow's a MONDAY, spoils it all D: !&lt;br /&gt;sheesh i can't wait for the next weekend! its AUGUST YO!&lt;br /&gt;FIVE FIVE FIVE more months to CHRISTMAS ! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveyouall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/17580492-8369521199467696678?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8369521199467696678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=8369521199467696678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/8369521199467696678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/8369521199467696678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-theres-no-one-else-look-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqyqyljMCNI/AAAAAAAAAdw/-q1i5OvW2So/s72-c/z71792848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-6899255807794942582</id><published>2007-07-28T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:42:03.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqtS0FjMCLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OKnbTHq75XM/s1600-h/CIMG0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqtS0FjMCLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OKnbTHq75XM/s320/CIMG0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092254858468919474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqtS0ljMCMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gm-xWMgrb6o/s1600-h/CIMG0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqtS0ljMCMI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gm-xWMgrb6o/s320/CIMG0573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092254867058854082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOCCER MATES!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;desiree christina michelle coach sebastian beatrice kenneth clarence myself + SIT -kendric&lt;br /&gt;check out kenneth yo`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house i OVERPOPULATED. thanks to my mom who thinks we live in some huge bungalow or smthing, thank god its only for TWODAYS. now i'll just have to squeeze and sleep in the same room as my sis bro and mom&amp;dad(?) IDK.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ITS FRIGGING NOISY NOW. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;-i studied&lt;br /&gt;-i ran! with my sistaaaaa OMG.&lt;br /&gt;- gna wake up early to run again before church.&lt;br /&gt;-i'm gna like, STOP EATING SO MUCH. cause i think i'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; fat.&lt;br /&gt;haha. howells. (:&lt;br /&gt;its sunday tmr! BEAMS WINK WINK. &amp;all the whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING TOMORROW &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;heavy laptop): but no jeremywongxinrui. I'M &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; gna exchange it with you&lt;br /&gt;you're just jealous of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEXAYE &lt;/span&gt;LAPTOP. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;sidetrack, watched that tad hamilton show just now. quite funny i guess&lt;br /&gt;i think that guy's kinda cute though. oh and the girl's quite pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA OKAYS.&lt;br /&gt;pretty productive today even though i was kinda sick in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;STUDIED CHEMISTRY AND MBIO!&lt;br /&gt;alrightys, GOODNIGHT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;your smiles(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-6899255807794942582?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6899255807794942582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=6899255807794942582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6899255807794942582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6899255807794942582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/soccer-mates-desiree-christina-michelle.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqtS0FjMCLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/OKnbTHq75XM/s72-c/CIMG0574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-3109541079823193515</id><published>2007-07-28T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T19:32:19.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84YpX3XAH1U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84YpX3XAH1U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAKE ODYSSEY 2005 &amp; thats one of the reason wo ai zhong zheng! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss those practices till late at night at esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;joel rina and i would always ALWAYS rush for the last train back from cityhall.&lt;br /&gt;i remember rina's cute coca cola shoebag. &lt;br /&gt;i remembered how we as a school, putting in so much effort to show what we had and have. how the alumini(s) came back and helped out. &lt;br /&gt;how each and everyone played a part, putting aside the fact that we're just a student or a teacher or even a principal.&lt;br /&gt;how ritxu, HAHAHAHA amazingly charmed many YOUNG GIRLS. or rather, blinded them.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, i remember how everyone thought he was oh-so-charming and hot. but time, seriously proved otherwise. ( i'm sure everyone in co will agree yea? ) &lt;br /&gt;alright, KIDDDING. :P &lt;br /&gt;the part where we all stood and sang the school song with pride.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered everyone sang so loudly. some even touched to tears.&lt;br /&gt;i love my school! i hope my loveliest juniors will learn to love the school too. :)&lt;br /&gt;and of course, DARLING JUNIORS WHO ARE TAKING THEIR PRELIMS SOOON. &lt;br /&gt;mug hard alrights, it'd be over soon! &lt;3 ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i'm feeeling so patriotic suddenly. sheeesh!&lt;br /&gt;today i am proud of chungcheng&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow chungcheng will be proud of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-3109541079823193515?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3109541079823193515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=3109541079823193515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3109541079823193515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3109541079823193515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/lake-odyssey-2005-thats-one-of-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-747722367696303312</id><published>2007-07-28T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:54:25.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rqog_VjMCKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3o1VV3oI8Kc/s1600-h/happiness_by_spazxmonkee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rqog_VjMCKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3o1VV3oI8Kc/s320/happiness_by_spazxmonkee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091918601184348322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FRIDAY :D whenever its friday i'll be (1) super happy that weekends are here (2) once the weekends are here, it'd be over soon ! which means the whole frigging cycle is gna repeat itself AGAIN. howells, doesn't really matter since it makes time seem as though its flying.&lt;br /&gt;super packed with stuffs that i don't have any time for fun anymore. not until the holidays are here, that is.&lt;br /&gt;went t school at 3pm cause there's only soccer tday, quite alot of ppl turned up today, but we couldn't play any game cause it was raining, all we did was to run 4 rounds and did some stretching. and coach explained the rules of the game. hopefully it doesnt rain next week cause its like, THE LAST SOCCER LESSON D: ! the soccer group took a grp photo today, shall upload it when mich sends me the picture!&lt;br /&gt;went for geco practice, today wasn't a really goooood day for prac though. making everyone feel kinda pissed and stuffs at the end. hopefully the nxt prac will be a good one(i hope)&lt;br /&gt;wong xinrui, jeremy's sucha copycat for feeling sad cause i was sad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SILLLY OLD POOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i love everyone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ you are my strength when i am weak(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-747722367696303312?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/747722367696303312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=747722367696303312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/747722367696303312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/747722367696303312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-d-whenever-its-friday-ill-be-1.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rqog_VjMCKI/AAAAAAAAAdY/3o1VV3oI8Kc/s72-c/happiness_by_spazxmonkee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1505017080321417410</id><published>2007-07-26T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:18:10.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqgtaVjMCJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gmRAh-2rb18/s1600-h/DSC03312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091369309226928274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqgtaVjMCJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gmRAh-2rb18/s320/DSC03312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; METUBE! :D my loveliest CATS team-mates &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leeying xiaowei &amp; xuanfang &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while waiting for math t start, dearest rach is gna send me nice song(s)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D yays! okays i've got nothing much t update except that there's ge practice later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i've got physio essay t write. so ya ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEEEEEEEEEEE-SEEEEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least i'm trying t keeep myself busy. so time flies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, its gna be end of the week already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;christina's last day in school and soccer tmr! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though we don't really talk much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but still, they make soccer fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1505017080321417410?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1505017080321417410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1505017080321417410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1505017080321417410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1505017080321417410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/metube-d-my-loveliest-cats-team-mates.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqgtaVjMCJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gmRAh-2rb18/s72-c/DSC03312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-2262709810012675372</id><published>2007-07-26T10:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:19:28.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/606353"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/606353/2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-2262709810012675372?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2262709810012675372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=2262709810012675372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2262709810012675372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2262709810012675372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/create-your-own-friend-test-here.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-3059783669345136650</id><published>2007-07-25T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:29:29.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realise, i realised.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been catching up with ALOT of you(s)&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, totally detached from the social circle or smthing.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even HANG OUT anymore. i don't go shopping i dont just go chill at someplace. like i dont even think i have a life. srsly-&lt;br /&gt;everyday's just, wake up-school-go home. weekends' no difference anyways&lt;br /&gt;you just minus the "schooling" part and that pretty much sums up my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss LILY wong liangyu i really reallly miss you alot! i sound like a les. but HOWELLS! you know what i mean :)&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking to you and everything. you stupid woman. we'll chill when you're freeeeee. till then, STUDY HARD BFF &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i love you manymany worzxzxzxzxz :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-3059783669345136650?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3059783669345136650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=3059783669345136650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3059783669345136650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3059783669345136650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-realise-i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-2938496138165033806</id><published>2007-07-25T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:18:51.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;nothing, i've just got this sudden urge to do that.&lt;br /&gt;school's been a bore, but was entertained by the bimbotic-ness of my classmates, which made lectures, hmmm. much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;well, i see lessser and leeeessssssser people turning up for lectures though.&lt;br /&gt;but hey! I ACTUALLY TURNED UP FOR ALL THE LECTURES THIS WEEEK! oh man! its a pretty HUGE accomplishment y`know.&lt;br /&gt;delia's so funny, haha i know you're reading this :D !&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you're suppose t refrain from the you-know-what-word.!&lt;br /&gt;i feel happier and retardeder(i know sucha word doesn't exist. howells!)&lt;br /&gt;thanks to some person. who was 'nice' to me suddenly. ahem. &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;right, shall end here!&lt;br /&gt;bye all. hugs&amp;amp;kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/ your voice is the soundtrack of my summer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-2938496138165033806?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2938496138165033806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=2938496138165033806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2938496138165033806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2938496138165033806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-you-i-love-you-i-love-you-d.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-5600936966379587664</id><published>2007-07-24T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:46:09.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/ a part of me is missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me or the weather, bcause i'm feeling VERY cold &amp; i think i'm running a fever.&lt;br /&gt;GRRREEEEAT.&lt;br /&gt;chem prac exam  was alright, i guess. went home straight after school.&lt;br /&gt;watched youtube and slept wasn't feeling very well. woke up feeling worse.&lt;br /&gt;feet and hands are like, icy. coool(not) 'natural-aircon'&lt;br /&gt;SAVE THE EARTH. ANSWER THE CALL&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;doubts(?) nooo, i wish i was stronger. i'm gna pray or read the bible later. to make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;living by faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be happpy everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;make the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'd just imagine my own world with everyone laughing and smiling&lt;br /&gt;then i'll go " its a pretttyworld afterall "&lt;br /&gt;but in reality, i guess its otherwise. i think i'm pretty retarded.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh alrights.&lt;br /&gt;its wednesday tomorrow. nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;bye, i love each and everyone. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-5600936966379587664?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5600936966379587664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=5600936966379587664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5600936966379587664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5600936966379587664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/part-of-me-is-missing-you-is-it-me-or.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-8290563345082393046</id><published>2007-07-23T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:34:41.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;/ for everything that i was...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent time blog hopping, reading my junior's blog, reading random blogs from cchms. i can't help but to start ____ again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad i didn't transfer out the other time. thank god for his plan, for bringing me to cchms, a place where i truly felt i belong. i don't mind exchanging another 4 years there.&lt;br /&gt;you know how it feels like t be missing home when you're far far away? how you missed your siblings and parents. thats how &amp; what i'm feeeling now.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been emo-ing for a long time. other than occasional angst has been a long time since i felt this sudden surge of emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING ABOUT CCHMS IS LOVE. i can't explain&lt;br /&gt;perhaps you won't understand what i'm saying now, perhaps you don't know how it feels like. so just, let me say whatever i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;"Lost love is still love. In a different form. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesn't."&lt;br /&gt;got this from jamie's blog which i find it rather true.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so 'home sick' suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll just smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo ai zhong zheng.&lt;br /&gt;wo ai 4hm06`&lt;br /&gt;yong yuan yong yuan. forever&amp;evermore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-8290563345082393046?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8290563345082393046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=8290563345082393046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/8290563345082393046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/8290563345082393046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-everything-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-3053827836333085969</id><published>2007-07-23T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:56:25.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I FEEL ACCOMPLISHED TODAY :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore i'm satisfied and happy&lt;br /&gt;I TOUCHED CHEMISTRY ABIT, gna get help from dearest rina though&lt;br /&gt;I WENT FOR IPC LECTURE EVEN THOUGH I REALLY DONT WANNA GO&lt;br /&gt;and only 6 out of the 17 in class turned up.&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats a pretty HUGE accomplishment considering the fact that i'd be the one who won't stay for lecture given the frigging 4 HOURS break inbetween&lt;br /&gt;hmmmms, on a random note. 3 MORE WEEKS TILL EXAMS, afterwhich is holiday ^^&lt;br /&gt;PRACTICED! yes, haven't been really practicing since IDK when.&lt;br /&gt;i really feel super guilty. BUT NO WORRIES, because i'm finished my diploma 'lian xi qu' already ^^ just neeed to try to memorise the score and go for lessons. shall prac all the songs to surprise my teacher. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ANYHOWS, i'm so happy for you today too &amp; you know why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;hugs&amp;amp;kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ i just need t remember how blessed i am, &amp; that will make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;sheeeesh, i'd keep myself busy. YES I'M BUSY, VERY BUSY like the beee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-3053827836333085969?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3053827836333085969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=3053827836333085969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3053827836333085969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3053827836333085969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-accomplished-today-therefore-im.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-816399850775380408</id><published>2007-07-22T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:19:08.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MAKES EVERYONE GO ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sunday, woke up feeling super sleepy but still dragged myself to church.&lt;br /&gt;those kindergarten kids were rather cute though sermon was pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;hey i was paying attention okays.&lt;br /&gt;okays, here's the part where i get my stupid cramps, and i didn't feel like talking. feeling quite saoasnginsa, can't find any better words, but nope, i wasn't angry. just, thinking about some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;headed t PS, for IDK what reasons. and everyone was rather angsty-ish ):&lt;br /&gt;seriously, its spreading around.&lt;br /&gt;then jere steph nic and i went t town, t get nic's bag. STEPH I WANT THAT 'JUNKFOODTEEEEEEE' ! ahh lets go back there again! alrights.&lt;br /&gt;ANGST WAS AMONGST US AGAIN. sheesh ):&lt;br /&gt;walked out and went over t lido, decided t catch vacancy.&lt;br /&gt;someone was stupid for feeling stupid for watching a stupid show :D&lt;br /&gt;but ITS A PRETTY STUPID SHOW WITH A DUMB ENDING.&lt;br /&gt;definitely NOT worth the money . dangs!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; i'm not angry, nver was.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i'm just frustrated and pms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;sorry boyf for ps-ing you making u bring your laptop for nothing. but at least you played games on it. BUT STILL, i felt super guilty&lt;br /&gt;jiayou okays :D we'll pull through, in a few weeks time, it'd be over. for awhile&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everyone else too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired i think i'm gna go sleeep NOW.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS/ STOP THE ANGST, ANSWER THE CALL. i'm starting to make no sense. howells! i just don't like feeling like that, and i dont like seeing people whom i love feeeeling troubled or sad. and i can't do anything ): SPREAD THE SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;realised i enjoy laughing alot. somehow it makes me feel happy(DUH) and it makes me forget all those stuffs that i worry about. i hope everyone's week will be better than mine. at least i hope there's no more rollercoaster rides for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs&amp;kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-816399850775380408?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/816399850775380408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=816399850775380408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/816399850775380408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/816399850775380408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/p.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-7533126070153998904</id><published>2007-07-20T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:30:23.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqBVqNrQ-1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ImjhSRbkNVk/s1600-h/037.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089161762642656082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqBVqNrQ-1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ImjhSRbkNVk/s400/037.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this was like LASTYEAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stephchiang, when are you coming back ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has been like forever since i talked t you about anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know the thing about how friends tend t drift apart after one's overseas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you wont communicate and stuffs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope you're doing fine ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just so you know, i miss you alot, make that times 131432532432!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&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/17580492-7533126070153998904?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7533126070153998904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=7533126070153998904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7533126070153998904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7533126070153998904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-was-like-lastyear.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqBVqNrQ-1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ImjhSRbkNVk/s72-c/037.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-6737671728976849554</id><published>2007-07-20T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:03:38.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqBO8trQ-0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Uz-yjJ-8x98/s1600-h/shiquan+and+yq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089154383888841538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqBO8trQ-0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Uz-yjJ-8x98/s320/shiquan+and+yq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sq the crazy-woman :D&lt;br /&gt;@ cats now, just finished presentation. SO GLAD ITS OVER&lt;br /&gt;so i'm here for a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;had practice again yesterday. someone was nice enough t buy cold-cut for me.&lt;br /&gt;that made me a happy girl ^^&lt;br /&gt;but j was ): and O&lt;- STONE bcause he has remt test tday.&lt;br /&gt;no worries, prayed for you! SMILEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 love you(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-6737671728976849554?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6737671728976849554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=6737671728976849554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6737671728976849554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6737671728976849554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/sq-crazy-woman-d-cats-now-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RqBO8trQ-0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/Uz-yjJ-8x98/s72-c/shiquan+and+yq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-4083569224479721429</id><published>2007-07-19T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:44:00.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i like having long talks with lots of laughters and spastic-ness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i find it rather amusing, the reaction, when we realise its already so late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home from geco extra practice. rather productive I THINK(kinda)&lt;br /&gt;just realise i could live on faith&amp;trust :D&lt;br /&gt;its thursday already! there's math test which i'm SO PREPARED.(NOT)  ):&lt;br /&gt;hey hey you! don't feel too stressed alrights! smile, you spastic dingdongbell :D&lt;br /&gt;i shall end here. because i don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;maybe my brain's just tired&lt;br /&gt;NEO ER JYN'S BEING SUCHA PEST! but i'm nice so i shan't be petty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lotsoflove &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-4083569224479721429?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4083569224479721429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=4083569224479721429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4083569224479721429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4083569224479721429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-like-having-long-talks-with-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-5954634986733021516</id><published>2007-07-18T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T15:18:22.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edit/&lt;br /&gt;shitzzxzxzxz, my itchy hands caused me to press on th video i did for the harmonians last year ): and it triggered my harmony-is-love feeling again. i miss EVERYTHING that we've been through. you guys were always there going through thick and thin with me. i don't think i'm gna be able t find such classmates ever again. (:&lt;br /&gt;at least i won't feeel alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FHM06&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello :D&lt;br /&gt;i spent 2 days watching that smiling pasta show my sister bought.&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH, its super sweeet &amp; funny &amp;amp; cute!&lt;br /&gt;y`know what, i dont like the feeling when a drama comes to an end.&lt;br /&gt;yet i'll keep watching cause i wanna know what happens in the end.&lt;br /&gt;super contradicting, I KNOW- sheeesh!&lt;br /&gt;its wednesday! &amp; there's math test tmr ):&lt;br /&gt;life's a bore now. i'm just alive and kickin`&lt;br /&gt;SO, there you go! thts pretty much the life i'm having now.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go mug for math and complete my cats project.&lt;br /&gt;take care &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs&amp;amp;kisses(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-5954634986733021516?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5954634986733021516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=5954634986733021516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5954634986733021516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5954634986733021516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-d-i-spent-2-days-watching-that.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-7417028458439466594</id><published>2007-07-16T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:24:03.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RptvvtrQ-uI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VdrkoidxlEU/s1600-h/DSC03296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087783069550705378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RptvvtrQ-uI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VdrkoidxlEU/s320/DSC03296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; steph's coool blue tongue and her monster sweet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rptvv9rQ-vI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DuEt-BDKCjI/s1600-h/DSC03298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087783073845672690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rptvv9rQ-vI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DuEt-BDKCjI/s320/DSC03298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i like this picture :D shall entitle it, the crazy siblings&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RptvwNrQ-wI/AAAAAAAAAcg/IV5_JIgj-q8/s1600-h/DSC03301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087783078140640002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RptvwNrQ-wI/AAAAAAAAAcg/IV5_JIgj-q8/s320/DSC03301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; igosaifjsaojlsa, love you many tooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RptvwdrQ-xI/AAAAAAAAAco/cJtCy57AlcA/s1600-h/DSC03302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087783082435607314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RptvwdrQ-xI/AAAAAAAAAco/cJtCy57AlcA/s320/DSC03302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAHAHA CHECK IT OUT YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RptvwdrQ-yI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fx8onZ9VGMk/s1600-h/DSC03306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087783082435607330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RptvwdrQ-yI/AAAAAAAAAcw/fx8onZ9VGMk/s320/DSC03306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahahaha x) i love you many !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;can you beeelieve it?&lt;br /&gt;weekends just woooshed past, and i can't believe its the dreaded monday again&lt;br /&gt;school wasn't sucha bore since i've got my funky classmates to perk me up and make me laugh for the weirdest reasons.&lt;br /&gt;REASONS WHY YQ'S HAPPY TODAY&lt;br /&gt;- greeeat, cause its officially the LAST frigging mbio prac for the semester! no more boring tcher t sing us lullaby after our lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;- ONE MONTH TILL SEMESTER BREAK. i can't wait for 9th august!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tday during the practical bryan neo cc and i started loooking at the calender and count the days left till study break and exams then vacations! &amp; prac tday was rather funnnnny bcause weijie was high and he looked and sound like he was having a hangover. sheeesh! but it was fun trying to press the counter thing for as many times as possible for one minute. NEOTHEFAG won, cause he pressed like 500+ times. while the rest of us pressed like 200,300-ish.&lt;br /&gt;the weather's sucha bitch ):&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't count the number of times i almost died of heatstroke.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i was just exaggerating but no, the weather was a killer.&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY TOMORROW/&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll just go home &amp;amp; sleep or something.&lt;br /&gt;yea, i feeel so piggish nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-7417028458439466594?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7417028458439466594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=7417028458439466594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7417028458439466594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7417028458439466594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/stephs-coool-blue-tongue-and-her.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RptvvtrQ-uI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/VdrkoidxlEU/s72-c/DSC03296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-150742708996809305</id><published>2007-07-15T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:46:45.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly, i'm gna thank each&amp;everyone who told me to cheeer up and stuffs. even though i find it hard to cheeerup but at least i know you guys cared and that made me a happy girl somehow :D&lt;br /&gt;thanks xq, sheerydarling, sq, jake and many others but i can't really remember cause my brain's like dead after sleeping for only 3 hours. for assuring and REASSURING me about some stuffs. i know i can get quite uncertain and insecure about some things. but you guys just made me feeeel awholelot better.&lt;br /&gt;thank you nickho, for accompanying me at my "DARKEST" hours. for talking and assuring me about some stuffs again. seriously, i think i would have just broke down or crumble and fall if you werent there t talk t me. and of course, making things better. gaaah poool was fun ! i think i kinda improved and wells, i won 1/5 times we played i think -_- thats pathetic, and i won only cause nick hit the black ball into the hole.&lt;br /&gt;its you its you (: !&lt;br /&gt;thank you for telling me everything. i love you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today was fun yet tiring. ups and downs for everyone. i'll update tmr or smthing when i'm not so tired. chillingandshopping with steph &amp; nick's damn funny and spastic. but i missed those laughters and i'm so glad i laughed alot today. thanks to my superfunnyfunkaye friends. HAHA! and of course, boyf for pouring lemon all over me(not literally) but...making me laugh cause you're sooo funny too :D&lt;br /&gt;thanks to steph(see, credited you. but seriously its sam that saves the day)!&lt;br /&gt;some people(s) got their haircut. and i swear its a million times bettter than their previous hairstyle. hot stuffs :D! really. just don't be lazy, SOMEONE. and the other one, stop touching your hair! tssk (:&lt;br /&gt;sugar rush and got high while they're getting their makeovers omg, it was soo exciting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, before i end.....&lt;br /&gt;since sheeeery tagged me. i'll just do it since i'm bored :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 weird things about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i've got weird hormones&lt;br /&gt;2. i like laughing at stuffs which are not really that funny.&lt;br /&gt;3. i can't stand noises.  &lt;br /&gt;4. i can't roll my eyes ): !&lt;br /&gt;5. i can't sleep with the lights on . even the bed lights, i'll get very irritated&lt;br /&gt;6. i dont adore shopping but i'm okay with it. &lt;br /&gt;7. i answer my own questions most of the time -_-&lt;br /&gt;8. i'd wanna go Africa if i were RICH. &lt;br /&gt;9. i've got really weird skin which is very sensitive to touch. i'll scream and run around or just collapse if you'd put your hands or fingers near me. especially my "kidney" area, IF U GET WHAT I MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;10. i'm AFRAID OF BUTTERFLIES. LIKE VERY VERY VERY I'VE GOT BUTTERPHOBIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FRIENDS AND YOU and everyone else, who loves me too, that is. :D&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-150742708996809305?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/150742708996809305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=150742708996809305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/150742708996809305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/150742708996809305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/firstly-im-gna-thank-each-who-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-4234516251102243393</id><published>2007-07-15T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T01:27:42.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-4234516251102243393?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4234516251102243393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=4234516251102243393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4234516251102243393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4234516251102243393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1812649779555735234</id><published>2007-07-12T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:17:18.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I said a prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That someday I would find a boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And together we'd find joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he would care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About the color of the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About the things that make me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeeeeeeriously i dont know what's the problem with me.&lt;br /&gt;trying my best to fight off that feeeling. i don't wanna succumb to it.&lt;br /&gt;highhopes always means disappointment when the hopes are dashed or when things don't turn out the way you expect them to be. which happens most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lying to myself if i said i was ok, when fact is, i'm affected by every sentence. it struck me like some big dingdongbell. the "oh i dont think you care anymore. whatever "-thing will ring in my head.&lt;br /&gt;then i'll laugh at how silly i am. and then i'll get scared, bcause i've become materialistic(not in the context of money-stuffs.but if you get what i mean) that i'm so hard to satisfy.&amp; this feeling has been on-going for a week.&lt;br /&gt;you don't deserve someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to the happy&amp;amp;gay girl i was? at least i was contented at least i knew what'd make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;SO, point is, i'm not gna be who i am now. i feel so superficial, and i dont like it. and because you don't deserve someone like me now, i'm gna change, i'm gna pray everynight. i'm sure things will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;talking to nick was, gooood.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so much better after that.&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, i'm feeeling better now.dont worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAND FINALS :D&lt;br /&gt;told you ! so damn proud of you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs&amp;amp;kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1812649779555735234?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1812649779555735234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1812649779555735234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1812649779555735234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1812649779555735234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-said-prayer-that-someday-i-would-find.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-4816891767362290066</id><published>2007-07-11T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:24:44.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you for being the pillar of support i needed.&lt;br /&gt;you people know who you are :D&lt;br /&gt;thank you for reminding myself how i'm loved.&lt;br /&gt;for being the sweetest friends &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&amp; not forgetting you who tolerates every single of my rubbishes and damn emotions that i'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;-what else could i ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD and all the YOU(S) in the world!&lt;br /&gt;bcause i'll try to be happy and everything, for you and everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm gna be more independent. HA. alrights...&lt;br /&gt;love, yq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-4816891767362290066?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4816891767362290066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=4816891767362290066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4816891767362290066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4816891767362290066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-you-for-being-pillar-of-support-i.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-7301180918605245360</id><published>2007-07-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T00:33:33.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm a bad girl that keeps abusing people around me.&lt;br /&gt;be it intentionally or unintentionally, i dont like who i am and what i'm feeeling recently. its quite contradicting like how i can hate the person i am now. i feel spoilt and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;especially t yoou. ): i really hate 2007, and i missed 2006 ): alot&lt;br /&gt;now ppl's gna tell me t move on. i know, but .....howells&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, i need a break from everything, i can't catch up.&lt;br /&gt;i just need to isolate myself from the world and everything. i dont even have time to think for myself... alright i'm not gna update EVERYTHING here, it'd be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gna like, isolate myself until my major exams are over, which is during the 2 months vacation. i'm soooo gna take a looong break. and there's lots of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for gettting crazy and mad over some of the littlest things. this is why i dont like myself now. "if you dont love yourself, how can others love you? " HA! i dont expect people to like the mee now since i dont even like it. i hope i'll be back, the normal one. feeeling so bad everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missing out on every small details in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've been there you understand (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream lead me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That led me straight to you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love you! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-7301180918605245360?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7301180918605245360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=7301180918605245360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7301180918605245360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7301180918605245360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-5506739410455803926</id><published>2007-07-09T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:28:35.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RpJFV2BaloI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JV06Mak68IY/s1600-h/cute+candy+floss+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085203170835732098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RpJFV2BaloI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JV06Mak68IY/s320/cute+candy+floss+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess you get the point that i've got nothing t update tday&lt;br /&gt;except dearest badd is sick and he ditched us in school tday ):&lt;br /&gt;get well soon! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;tuesday tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;ps/soccermakeuptomorrow ): ! omgomgomg frigging 8AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-5506739410455803926?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5506739410455803926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=5506739410455803926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5506739410455803926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5506739410455803926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RpJFV2BaloI/AAAAAAAAAcA/JV06Mak68IY/s72-c/cute+candy+floss+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-4537287506850508429</id><published>2007-07-09T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:05:01.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>church today and all the nothings in the afternoon pretty much sum up my whole frigging day, rather unaccomplished.&lt;br /&gt;but sermon was really funny. i think-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talks about the future makes me one troubled and worried girl.&lt;br /&gt;quite silly of me to think that way, but i just don't like it when i don't plan ahead. or at least THINK about whats gna happen and stuffs like that. even though someone told me to take a break and live one day without a plan or smthing. which also reminds me that I CAN'T WAIT FOR SEMESTER BREAK! 2 MONTHS OF VACATION! i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, ther's stil the MAJOR EXAM before vacation starts, so i better mug for it and not fail CHEM AGAIN . i don't wanna disappoint drkueh and most importantly, I DONT WANNA RETAKE THAT DAMN MODULE. had enough of inorganic chemistry thank you.&lt;br /&gt;STOP TIME STOP!&lt;br /&gt;i wish it was that easy, that i could control time and everything, the pace of the society and stufffs ... but seems like life's unfair except the fact that everyone's given 24hours each. (life's fair afterall) hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;realised i haven't been catching up with lots of people. and maybe what YOU said was right, i've got too many, that i can't even keep track of stuffs. and you know i hate leaving out people and ignoring them. but sometimes i've got too many stuffs to do that i forget about people. that i didn't have time to catch up. but y`know that i'd still love you guys the same alrights :D deeeeeeeep deeeeeeeeeeeeeep down!&lt;br /&gt;i'm rambling nonsense. its 1am now, THATS WHY&lt;br /&gt;i should be sleeping but i slept from like 230pm till like 7pm and i watched THE CORE. then i ran and i was stucked infront of the comp since then. well, at least i realised my sis downloaded nice songs so i transferred them to my phone. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVRIL LAVIGNE'S WHEN YOU'RE GONE IS NICEEEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;alright, i shall go on my bed and TRY to sleeep now.&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY TUESDAY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyousomuch&lt;br /&gt;because ,you make me whole :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-4537287506850508429?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4537287506850508429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=4537287506850508429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4537287506850508429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4537287506850508429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/church-today-and-all-nothings-in.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1628619273749464440</id><published>2007-07-07T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T20:58:33.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you for tolerating my imperfections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you for everything you did and said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll love you, until the very end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i could be so weak, i couldn't even fight what i was feeling&lt;br /&gt;i knew i hated to feel that way, yet i just let the emotions run free&lt;br /&gt;i acted waaay childishly like a child deprived of candies.&lt;br /&gt;i know, sometimes i can't stand myself either&lt;br /&gt;i get pissed, dissed, irritated at the slightest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you know how much i appreciate whatever you've done(?)&lt;br /&gt;so much to say, but i'm not good with words and i can't type everything out here bcause ... yea, you know why.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the prayer, thank god for showing me the blessings that i have in life, thank you for waking me up from the materialistic world and thoughts that ran wild. most importantly, thank YOU for staying by me, though i was really at my breaking point. haven't felt this bad for sucha long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 i'm still quite sad that i didn't go back to cchms for anniversary ):&lt;br /&gt;sorrry dearest harmonians. i love you girls + 6 guys tooo.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so damn proud that so many of you people are going on stage to recieve that award ! heehee&lt;br /&gt;and sheeery darling :D i'm sorry for ps-ing you alrights? we'll meeet up real soon, promise. somehow we'll find a way to meet oks. loveyou too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise&amp;amp;doublepromise that i'll try to be a happy girl now&amp;forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, watched transformers with boyf today.&lt;br /&gt;after my CATS project thing, i think i'm gna miss my group members when cats end, really ):&lt;br /&gt;okays, transformers was rather good. they manage t inject quite alot of humour into the plot, so i guess we had our laughs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yes, HARRY POTTER'S NEXT! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;(.)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1628619273749464440?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1628619273749464440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1628619273749464440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1628619273749464440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1628619273749464440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-you-for-tolerating-my.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-6306066103775153170</id><published>2007-07-05T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:52:35.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its retarded to keep reminding myself how lucky&amp;blessed i am . to make myself feeel better. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but thats all i can do....right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sheesh, really i need endorphine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(: rascal flatts songs are nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-6306066103775153170?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6306066103775153170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=6306066103775153170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6306066103775153170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6306066103775153170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-retarded-to-keep-reminding-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-245084263234519846</id><published>2007-07-05T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:15:28.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozpcGBallI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iCzcLaehg2c/s1600-h/IMG_8355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083694748256605778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozpcGBallI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iCzcLaehg2c/s320/IMG_8355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DE XIN &amp; MIN RU (:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozpcmBalmI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jDFrhvQEMPQ/s1600-h/IMG_8361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083694756846540386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozpcmBalmI/AAAAAAAAAbw/jDFrhvQEMPQ/s320/IMG_8361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE THEM ! ALOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozpdmBalnI/AAAAAAAAAb4/dSrbgNfQFc0/s1600-h/IMG_8363.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozoVWBalgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cOmpUBFtFOk/s1600-h/IMG_8338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083693532780860930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozoVWBalgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cOmpUBFtFOk/s320/IMG_8338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;min ru's a baby, tsk ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozoV2BalhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/uyXshq9nXwY/s1600-h/IMG_8342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083693541370795538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozoV2BalhI/AAAAAAAAAbI/uyXshq9nXwY/s320/IMG_8342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dexin&amp;i " looks like some wedding ceremony"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozoWGBaliI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/AOH7qFThsXs/s1600-h/IMG_8349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083693545665762850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozoWGBaliI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/AOH7qFThsXs/s320/IMG_8349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozoWWBaljI/AAAAAAAAAbY/d-oG9aCZjUY/s1600-h/IMG_8353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083693549960730162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozoWWBaljI/AAAAAAAAAbY/d-oG9aCZjUY/s320/IMG_8353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rozmt2BalbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZmfLCOUYgaU/s1600-h/IMG_8307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083691754664400306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rozmt2BalbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZmfLCOUYgaU/s320/IMG_8307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yays (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozmumBalcI/AAAAAAAAAag/NMOW-lFP-Hc/s1600-h/IMG_8310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083691767549302210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozmumBalcI/AAAAAAAAAag/NMOW-lFP-Hc/s320/IMG_8310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IDKWHY i look damn spastic in POSED picture. its not even candid! OMG ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozmvGBaldI/AAAAAAAAAao/7jP7_XzpatQ/s1600-h/IMG_8315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083691776139236818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozmvGBaldI/AAAAAAAAAao/7jP7_XzpatQ/s320/IMG_8315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; atadbit better, but still.....hoowells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozmvmBaleI/AAAAAAAAAaw/l_ClobcNkRg/s1600-h/IMG_8328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083691784729171426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozmvmBaleI/AAAAAAAAAaw/l_ClobcNkRg/s320/IMG_8328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that was what min ru &amp; i shared, and we couldnt finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozmwGBalfI/AAAAAAAAAa4/B0QYhf6KHTw/s1600-h/IMG_8332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083691793319106034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozmwGBalfI/AAAAAAAAAa4/B0QYhf6KHTw/s320/IMG_8332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love you min ru! okays, it'd sound wrong if i say i love your win win too. hahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyways, i'm feeeling sad. like SAD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that emo-ness is getting me. y`know like how i'm missing jenny and stephaniechiang alot now. and i suddenly remember the thing about how friends come and go. and how nothing lasts forever. and how promises are broken. and how short lived love is, because eventually it turned out to be lust. gaaah, how sad can the world get? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine you're a child, being given a lollipop and your mom asked you to stay where you are and she'll come back for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you waited with anticipation. but mommmy didn't return. now, how does that feel? wells, its something along that line, if you get what i mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its gna be friday tomorrow, the day i've anticipated since sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me, am i the only one anticipating it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh. this sucks. I NEED ENDORPHINE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SERIOUSLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss everyone (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;random shoutout to WLY! dearestest bff, we need t chill out like soon. LETS MUG! hahaha &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitzxzxz, i dont like what i'm feeling now&lt;br /&gt;i think i think too much rubbbish.&lt;br /&gt;yea, thats what happens when i'm left alone for too long.&lt;br /&gt;"DOUBLE-U"&lt;br /&gt;my nonsense and whines and complains and everything&lt;br /&gt;ends here(.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/17580492-245084263234519846?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/245084263234519846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=245084263234519846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/245084263234519846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/245084263234519846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/de-xin-min-ru-3-i-love-them-alot-min.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RozpcGBallI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iCzcLaehg2c/s72-c/IMG_8355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1230078842068788984</id><published>2007-07-04T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:47:48.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I RAN I RAN I RAN! {okays, point noted}&lt;br /&gt;met up with primary school bffs, which is love&lt;br /&gt;sq and i had a really funny and hilarious, WAIT funny=hilarious(?) howells, anyways. as i was saying, the HORNYBIATCH was ...kinky.&lt;br /&gt;it all started with "I'M GOING TO MEET MY PRIMARY SCHOOL FRIENDS" ANDandand!&lt;br /&gt;guess what she heard, " i'm going to meeet my _____ school friend " (guess it yourself cause its rather crude t put it on my blog.ahem)&lt;br /&gt;i was like omg, and it took me quite awhile to understand what she was trying to say. and if you think this is the end, YOU'RE SO WRONG. bcause this conversation continued all the way from convention to canteen1 to bus stop to bus to clementi. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;like how my primary schoool friends should wear helmet for protection.&lt;br /&gt;and how i should go LONG JOHN SILVER for dinnner.(insides)&lt;br /&gt;that took me quite a while to understand and trust me, i dont think it was funny but somehow, we just kept laughing. &lt;em&gt;SHEEEESH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess these are the only interesting stuffs that happened today, otherwise, life's pretty mundane, hate t say it again. blame it on th lack of vocab. or rather, the mundanity of life.&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, ITS THURSDAY TOMORROW (:&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna watch&lt;br /&gt;-transformer(i know i'm slow)&lt;br /&gt;-diehard4&lt;br /&gt;-harrypotter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hate to say it, but have to admit it, though its stupid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you, quite alot .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1230078842068788984?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1230078842068788984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1230078842068788984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1230078842068788984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1230078842068788984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-ran-i-ran-i-ran-okays-point-noted-met.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1937032943242809102</id><published>2007-07-03T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:34:44.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;IN MEMORY OF MY LOVELY AND CUTE TORTOISE NECKLACE THAT I LOST LAST SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt; I WAS SOOOO SAD ): IT WAS SOO NOT COOOL ): !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;divided reality by expectation, you'll get a happiness quotion. But when you inverted the equation. expectation divided by reality. you didnt get the opposite of happiness, instead it was hope.&lt;br /&gt;Assuming reality was constant, expectation had to be greater than reailty to create optimistism. On the other hand, a pessimist was someone with expectations lower than reality, a fraction of diminishing returns. The human condition meant that this number approached zero without reaching it. you never really completely gave up hope; it might come flooding back at any provocation. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty interesting stuffs i read from Nineteenminutes.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't really productive today.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? i've got nothing to update about. except that i'm pretty ___ that i've been misssing on little stuffs in life bcause it has been going waay too fast for me to even take a breather. i wish time would slow down though(ha! i know i'm contradicting myself)/ bcause at the same time i wish time would fly . like how i wish tmr's friday. but hey! it'd be WEDNESDAY tomorrow. at least i've survived half the weeek! nothing to look forward to, just can't wait to get my asss in schoool, lectures after lectures. get my ass home. i'll be so happy that wednesday's over. yada yada. muscles ache from running just now. sheesh ): but twas refreshing. JULY PLEASE BE OVER SOON SO THAT AUGUST COMES THN IT'D BE VACATION AGAIN. TILL SEPTEMBER SCHOOL REOPENS. BUT HECK, CAUSE Y`KNOW WHAT. AT LEAST I'VE GOT 2 MONTHS OF VACATION, AND I'M GNA ENJOY IT BEFORE I START CRYING MY ASS OFF IN SCHOOOL. BUT HEY IT MEANS OCTOBER'S COMING SOON. (?) HMMMS, still quite a long way. heeeheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, people i love &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1937032943242809102?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1937032943242809102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1937032943242809102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1937032943242809102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1937032943242809102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/divided-reality-by-expectation-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-4641602631362811295</id><published>2007-07-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:10:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RokgL2BalaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zz1AFVDSc7w/s1600-h/annecy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082629042316416418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="175" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RokgL2BalaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zz1AFVDSc7w/s320/annecy2.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though today's a really very very tiring day. VERY. i have to emphasize. 9am all the way till 6pm. i stayed during IPC, so proud of myself ! that i didn't skip lesson! afterwhich i rushed t meeeet min ru and winston and de xin! :D&lt;br /&gt;had a sumptious dinner at fisherman's catch(ithink) at clarkequay (:&lt;br /&gt;OMG, i should have shared with de xin cause ahmun and i can't finish ours ): and everyone had to help us finish it. after that they brought out the cake de xin baked, peppermint cheeesecake (: nice, i wanna learn how to bake tooo! SHEESH, i promise i'll give you one of my muffins/cakes/cupcakes if i bake okays? HAHA. we were SO FULL. walked around and i'm so gna go back there to shop! anyways, we sat by singapore river. and talked about stuffs, took some pictures that are with de xin , promise t post them up once i get them . had icecream and enjoyed the breeze, love talking with them (: ! alot- de xin&amp; i laughed soooo much we got abs after dinner :D watching ru and winston is really entertaining and cute. then tooook the train home alone, even though i was REALLY REALLY VERY tempted to take a cab. i resisted the temptations! yes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you girls for making my day tday, de xin i'm sooooo gnna misss you so much when you return to australia ): sheeesh, get your asss back in november and i promise we'll meeet up again! &lt;3 ! loooove you!&lt;br /&gt;HENG MIN RU, guess what its already 3RD JULY! its a AH-MUN-DAY! omgomgomgomg HAPPY 18TH ! love you so much you stupid spastic fishball bouncy mooncake girl. but you're like so hot (: HAHA (curvy) srsly its a compliment! you know i love you soo much too despite the fact that you're abit weird, but i loved you so! have fun okays &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite a happy girl today because i laughed so much i get abs and my mouth is like so tired and i get blisters from walking too much. talking with arfah and rach and the girls is really nice and funny tooo. well, have to say school was fun today. rather entertained by the guys during MBIO prac, when they started having their guys talk infront of my face. sheesh. okays I LOVE MIN RU DE XIN 1MO3 AND YOU &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yiqing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-4641602631362811295?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4641602631362811295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=4641602631362811295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4641602631362811295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4641602631362811295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/id-rather-have-bad-times-with-you-than.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RokgL2BalaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zz1AFVDSc7w/s72-c/annecy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-3193998237324082976</id><published>2007-07-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:04:03.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised its JULY already (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so, i've found new inspiration, thank god. its amazing how prayers are answered indirectly. read from a book, that says, god gave us 2 ears and 1 mouth. because he wants us to listen more (: which i find pretty true.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; through this poem, i've found a new meaning to life, a reason to be happier, something to feel contented about. and i guess, life's a blessing already. isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On Being a Champion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Champion is a winner,&lt;br /&gt;A hero...&lt;br /&gt;Someone who never gives up&lt;br /&gt;Even when the going gets rough.&lt;br /&gt;A champion is a member of&lt;br /&gt;A winning team...&lt;br /&gt;Someone who overcomes challenges&lt;br /&gt;Even when it requires creative solutions.&lt;br /&gt;A champion is an optimist,&lt;br /&gt;A hopeful spirit...&lt;br /&gt;Someone who plays the game,&lt;br /&gt;Even when the game is called life.&lt;br /&gt;There can be a champion in each of us,&lt;br /&gt;If we live as a winner,&lt;br /&gt;If we live as a member of the team,&lt;br /&gt;If we live with a hopeful spirit,&lt;br /&gt;For Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mattie J.T. Stepanek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that's so important, especially now, when everybody is feeling a sense of fear and having been terrorized, &lt;strong&gt;to look at what you have in your life and have a sense of gratitude and see the miracles in your life&lt;/strong&gt;. And you, even though you're hooked up to all this equipment, and we had to plug you in during the commercial break to give you more oxygen, &lt;strong&gt;you still see miracles everyday in your life&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every journey begins&lt;br /&gt;With but a small step.&lt;br /&gt;And every day is a chance&lt;br /&gt;For a new, small step&lt;br /&gt;In the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;Just follow your Heartsong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone's happpppier &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;bcause i'm feeeeeeling happy, contented, blessed with a sense of gratitude, for EVERYTHING. i shall not whine anymore. seriously. i wish i was stronger and less vulnerable to my stupid hormones. ahh i shall fight my way through, i can do this. i hope (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-3193998237324082976?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3193998237324082976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=3193998237324082976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3193998237324082976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3193998237324082976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-realised-its-july-already-so-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-4397151974784241573</id><published>2007-07-01T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:56:39.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Roe-kmBalZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DZRe9l9i0mU/s1600-h/my+adventure.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082240240401946002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Roe-kmBalZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DZRe9l9i0mU/s320/my+adventure.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorrry for all the hormones thats becoming weirder and weirder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what can i say? patience is a virtue :] ( i think i'm a rather patient person though ) HAHA, right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrightys, soccer on friday literally drained everything outta me or rather US. everyone was super worn out. even though it was only for an hour plus, and coach let us off early, reason being, alll of us can't run anymore. we arent professionals, but socccer is rather satisfying (: had fun pairing up with desireee, we were like " left? right? " SHEESH i cant tell which is right and left and i got US confused . hoowells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp; its a HAPPY VICK'S BIRTHDAY. met vick and hazel with jeremy and played pooool. it was hilarious seeeeeeing boyf misssing the white ball though. had my laughs (: but that place's damn scary . and i saw YVONNE ONG - OMGOSH. of all places. hahahaha =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday, went t watch chunmei's piano thing, kids were cute. left early, cause we had a performance to rush for. we were soooo hungry. performance was alright, sound system was horrible, cant blame them since its a gig kinda performance. and derek was like , crapppping with me the whole night. rather childish-ish. okays VERY. but it was fun and amusing to watch him play the yangqin (: - we were VERY entertained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday, church. sermon was goood, i guess. the usuals. and i walked around PS alone after jeremy and steph left. it was quite nice. shopped around. refrained myself from spending money, but i bought a new screen protector for my phone considering the state of my horribly scratched ex-screeenprotector i really need a new one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was bored and i can't meeeeet jeremy and nick ps me. SO, i decided to take a walk down singapore river. alighted at clarke quay. i was greeeted by THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE RUNNNNNNNNNING IN OPPOSITE DIRECTION. i'm not exaggerating, its some community run thing. i started walking at 415PM and my destination was suppose t be raffles place MRT station. i reached there at 6PM. reason being, SMARTY-PANTS me with SUPERB SENSE OF DIRECTION walked the opposite direction - which is AWAY from raffles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i knew i was lost, cause somehow it seeeeemed wrong. and i was quite scared. but thank god it wasnt dark yet. so i stil happily walked all the way to the end of singapore river. some KIMSENGPARK around river valley. i was like OMGOSH- DEAD END. and i had to turn back cause i dont know how to go home from that ulu place. and so , while walking i was perspiring, listening to songs, dodging those people runnning. yada yada. alll the way BACK to clarke quay and to rafffles. and i went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so frigging tired after the walk. LOOOOOONG WALK.oh and i ran today again (: i should like, increase my metabolism! go yq! i can do this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOMORROW, DINNNER WITH DE XIN, MIN RU AND WINSTON(ithink) oh man, i can't wait! ages since i saw min ru, and DECADES since i saw de xin! sheeesh, CLARKE QUAY &lt;3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to the one self proclaiming that he sucks. which is truly, OTHERWISE. i'm sure you'll find that faith again! o wells, even if you can't find it. i'll help you! and we'll find it tgether! two heads are better than one! even though sometimes i'm like, sooooo weird and sooo unpredictable. but i guess somethings about me just won't change, and i'm pretty sure you know what :D i'll pray, every night! promise and double promise &lt;3just dont dont dont doubt and condemn yourself, bcause i know that faith is still in you. just calll for it, silently, but not literally if you get what i mean. I HOPE. you make me a happpy girl everyday with your spastic-ness and stuffs. sooo, YOU ROCK! just so you know. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ALL THE APPLE ORANGES IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD! AND ITS TILLL THE END. &lt;3 ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ps/ can't wait for next saturday, cchms anniversary and dinner with harmonians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-4397151974784241573?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4397151974784241573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=4397151974784241573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4397151974784241573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4397151974784241573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/sorrry-for-all-hormones-thats-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Roe-kmBalZI/AAAAAAAAAaI/DZRe9l9i0mU/s72-c/my+adventure.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-7309072269902367021</id><published>2007-06-28T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T22:51:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RoPFtGBalXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Hau7YSlO9eY/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081122183105385842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RoPFtGBalXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Hau7YSlO9eY/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RoPFt2BalYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/nuS55B9vMj4/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081122195990287746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RoPFt2BalYI/AAAAAAAAAaA/nuS55B9vMj4/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; / SUNDAY, cafe cartel&amp;walksalongsingaporeriver &lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RoNOp2BalWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fC1ZqXT6v9w/s1600-h/DSC03250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080991285387105634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RoNOp2BalWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fC1ZqXT6v9w/s320/DSC03250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{zihui arfah yourstruly}&lt;br /&gt;hello, the girls decided that everyone should wear semi-formal today (:&lt;br /&gt;so everyone appeared in dresses and the guys, well long sleeeve shirt&lt;br /&gt;i'll upload more photos when i get them, its with zihui &lt;3&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm pretttty pleased with myself, because i ran like quite alot, surprisingly. i managed t keep my stamina and ran from my house all th way to causeway point along streeet 41! to and fro! beat that! HAHA~! okays nothing t be proud of but yea, its a rather satisfying run. so i'm feeeling accomplish-ish (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soccer tomorrow, and 2 hours of stone-ing. i'm deprived of APPLE ORANGE! seriously ): !haha total randomnesss, probably bcause i'm bored and everyone's like so darn busy ... okays not everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OHOH! JCTs are OVER right? yays ^^ LY! YOUR LIFE IS KINDA BACK but i think you'll keeeep mugging until your As are here ): sheeesh. but o wells, at least its back for now! i miss you woman, how come it seeems like ages again when we last saw each other ? (HAIYO, YET AGAIN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm finally meeeting dearest HENG MIN RU and DEXIN! for dinner on monday &lt;3 align="center"&gt;- in case you haven't realise, i've beeeen typing whatever comes to my mind. like now. okays...... HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to keeep high so i dont think unnecessary stuffs which could only end up with ME, thinking too much. reading picoult's NINETEEN MINUTES. hahahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" if you spent your life concentrating on what everyone else thought of you, would you forget who ou really were? what if the face you showed the world turned out to be a mask....with nothing beneath it? " sadly, it always ALWAYS happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-7309072269902367021?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7309072269902367021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=7309072269902367021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7309072269902367021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7309072269902367021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/zihui-arfah-yourstruly-hello-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RoPFtGBalXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Hau7YSlO9eY/s72-c/Image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-149729556130829537</id><published>2007-06-27T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:53:25.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissssssssssssed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slowdown'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrightys, today wasnt a really nice day but it ended nicely so i guess it was alright. bcause everything just wasnt going my way it seemed wrong. got disssed quite afew times, and someone was being so nice to make me wait 30 mins with a super heavy bag and a laptop cause i was forgotten. ): haha okays you're forgiven :D though i was really so pissed just now. baaaaaaaaas angsty angsty. no worries i'm alright now, love you ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERISH, when will we ever learn not to take things for granted?&lt;br /&gt;why is it always, "IF ONLY I KNEW ... "&lt;br /&gt;why are things and people never cherished until you've lost it?&lt;br /&gt;when you're too nice, people will take it that you'll be nice forever.&lt;br /&gt;and YOU-ARE-SUPPOSE-TO-BE-NICE&lt;br /&gt;and i realised its getting more MEMYSELFANDI&lt;br /&gt;idontknowidontknow i dont like this feeeling&lt;br /&gt;i dont like this feeling that everyone's rushing and the world keeps spinning round and round and round. like there's no end to it.&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, you realise WHY ARE WE RUSHING. and why didnt we take a look at how beautiful the world is(kays, maybe not but u get th idea) srsly, its just for the sake of pacing with th society since everyone's like rushing everything, once this thing is done you'll have another pile of work to do. it seeemed as though there's no end to everything. alright POINT IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DONT LIKE IT WHEN THERE IS NON-STOP TO WHAT WE ARE DOING, AND FOR WHAT AND WHY ARE WE DOING THIS? RUSHING LIKE A STUPID BEEEEEE, SO BUSY THAT WE FORGOT ABOUT THE WORLD AROUND US. OBSESSED WITH GETTING THINGS DONE. &lt;/strong&gt;sigh, you know there's this little wish i have?&lt;br /&gt;owells i feel like a childish girl complaining about her life, haha okays enough of me whining. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/be my escape ♥&lt;br /&gt;bcause i used to think that love was escapable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-149729556130829537?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/149729556130829537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=149729556130829537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/149729556130829537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/149729556130829537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/alrightys-today-wasnt-really-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-5870598041880238043</id><published>2007-06-27T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T13:59:13.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for not updating here, but life's pretty mundane with school starting and homeworks piling. so i wont be updating here as frequently since i dont want to bore you people with my constant whines of how i wish i never had t go to schoool and how life's abfioafkasngdsfgnajskfn&lt;br /&gt;o wells (: had this very bad nightmare. hahaha which is seriouslythe joke of the day yet its pretty scary if you get what i mean. ): !&lt;br /&gt;well, it involves POPIAH SAUCE. okays shan't elaborate. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-5870598041880238043?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5870598041880238043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=5870598041880238043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5870598041880238043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5870598041880238043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry-for-not-updating-here-but-lifes.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-6321043078811004749</id><published>2007-06-24T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:29:13.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i officially dislike(close to hate but i shant hate someone) my maid ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;effing bitch i tell you. i was this close to screaming my head off ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;like if you dont like do stuffs THEN DONT, we can send you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you're like sucha two faced monster, when mummy or daddy's in singapore you'll be soooo frigging nice, and when they're gone, you're a totally different person. lemme seee if you dare t complain what you do when they're here. effing bitch. SCREW YOU, wait no. maybe now. who would want since you're like so effing old. HAG. having t live under the same rooof is sucha torture, enduring your on/off meno-pausessssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULL STOP CASE CLOSE, I'M MOVING ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's quite a fun yet tiring day, i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;church, home, cityhall, home&lt;br /&gt;met jeremy and steph, sermon was.....wasnt really paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;went home after that cause dearest jeremywong has t rush his stupid project ): so i went home tooooo. it was SOOO HOT.&lt;br /&gt;went outta house again, this time to meeet nick and xueqi. ivan and chunmei came along tooo (:&lt;br /&gt;drank stuffs at that food court in marina square, saw jeremy's mom.&lt;br /&gt;then we decided on cafe cartel, had the yummy sirlion , this time its shared with xueqi! hahahaha gosh chunmei's super duper crappy too. lots of laughters. REMIND ME NOT TO SPEND SO MUCH ON FOOOD. dangs seriously, O MAN i was this close to buying that mango top! shall wait for the next season. alrights, SAVE YQ SAVE!&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we went for a walk at esplanade! was feeling headachey. sheeeeesh, but it was nice walking and talking. ^^&lt;br /&gt;then we went home, took a few pictures though, its with chunmei&lt;br /&gt;my hormones are LAG. i realised. i hate periods.&lt;br /&gt;and i had the most embarassing experience on the train tday!&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY VERY EMBARASSING, i stoood and literally ran out of the train at marsiling. i swear i wish i had a paper bag t cover my face or something. shall not disclose what happened you can ask me though. haha IF YOU WANT.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO THOSE TAKING JCTs ! jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;and yes you too, hurry finish everything so you wont be busy like the beeeeeee . yays&lt;br /&gt;i love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this post is so full of rubbish but o wells!&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-6321043078811004749?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6321043078811004749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=6321043078811004749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6321043078811004749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6321043078811004749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-officially-dislikeclose-to-hate-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-2143991991440661545</id><published>2007-06-23T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:02:19.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/606353"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/606353/2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, since everyone's doing this. hahhaa and i'm bored. so yea (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-2143991991440661545?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2143991991440661545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=2143991991440661545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2143991991440661545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2143991991440661545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/create-your-own-friend-test-here-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-8680647736973765369</id><published>2007-06-23T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:34:05.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dread schooool mundane'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnwGNvNx6-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/GQNdN3PAmZE/s1600-h/P1190883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078941312849406946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnwGNvNx6-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/GQNdN3PAmZE/s320/P1190883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnwFWfNx69I/AAAAAAAAAZg/7SPSGTixie4/s1600-h/P1190863.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; its friday, which means school's gna start sooon. seriously i'm so not looking forward to it. serious TURN OFF. but i'm just waiting for school t start so time can start flying, and 3 years will be over soon. tell me i'm not regretting my choice of forsaking jc. i know i shouldnt be thinking this way, bcause of what i told myself when i made this choice. but just let me whine abit okays. i like what i'm studying now, just hate how lessons and stuffs are conducted. i dont know, o wells. i think i should just end my whinings here, cause its getting irritating. but point is, I DREAD SCHOOL. okays, done and lets move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of mosquitoes, that kept sucking my blood. like seriously. stupid suckers. as in literally. couldnt make it for camp tday, sorrry wanhua ): i woke up at 1PM or rather 1256PM. i slept at 830 last night.today was mundane so i shant elaborate anymore . lots of hugs and kisses, yq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont know how i found you, i'm thankful that i have/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-8680647736973765369?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8680647736973765369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=8680647736973765369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/8680647736973765369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/8680647736973765369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-friday-which-means-schools-gna.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnwGNvNx6-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/GQNdN3PAmZE/s72-c/P1190883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-3557525710977410925</id><published>2007-06-21T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T19:33:18.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is probably one of the most unperky-day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this feeeling is like pure crap, waaay bad beyond words&lt;br /&gt;and what makes me irritated and frustrated is that i'm affecting people around me, especially you. and the last thing i wanna see is that frown on your face. even though i may be super duper emotionless/expressionless deeeep deeeeeeep down you know how i feel and i dont have to elaborate cause, you know what i'm tryin` to say. nontheless, i'll try to be happpy so that everyone around me will be happy too. but if only things were that simple. o wells, i'll just try ^^&lt;br /&gt;these few days have been hectic and ahfijsaldnsafn. seriously i'm just tired. went out like almost everyday, travelling to and fro. rushing here and there. especially today, i was this close to puke-ing already. just hate life of a bumble beee(if u get what i mean) i'm suppose t sleeep soon.oh, cchmsco camp was fun, night walk was quite scary kudos to mingda and the sec 4s :D okays shall try t sleeep early tday, i hope i'll be happier tmr. okays, goood night &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ thank you for everything . it helps you know. hahahaa i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-3557525710977410925?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3557525710977410925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=3557525710977410925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3557525710977410925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3557525710977410925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-probably-one-of-most-unperky.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-350427091928636158</id><published>2007-06-18T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:56:38.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnaqPvNx68I/AAAAAAAAAZY/BW5WLvFl3ug/s1600-h/19679883629719l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077432817255836610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnaqPvNx68I/AAAAAAAAAZY/BW5WLvFl3ug/s320/19679883629719l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hello, i kinda misss OBS/marshalls/raymond!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;practice with shunta&amp;sarah at rjco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ocean's 13 with boyf &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walked around singapore river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to my sweetest and nicest(HA) boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you for tday, and i felt so guilty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oman` you know what i'm gna say (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-350427091928636158?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/350427091928636158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=350427091928636158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/350427091928636158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/350427091928636158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-i-kinda-misss-obsmarshallsraymond.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnaqPvNx68I/AAAAAAAAAZY/BW5WLvFl3ug/s72-c/19679883629719l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-6130015347366472130</id><published>2007-06-18T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:20:07.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVtGPNx63I/AAAAAAAAAYw/FBhL7XAkvh8/s1600-h/DSC03122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077084108861074290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVtGPNx63I/AAAAAAAAAYw/FBhL7XAkvh8/s200/DSC03122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVtGPNx64I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Ocd-wQoSrmM/s1600-h/DSC03126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077084108861074306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVtGPNx64I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Ocd-wQoSrmM/s200/DSC03126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVtGfNx65I/AAAAAAAAAZA/yrGvykRZgAc/s1600-h/DSC03136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077084113156041618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVtGfNx65I/AAAAAAAAAZA/yrGvykRZgAc/s200/DSC03136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVtGfNx66I/AAAAAAAAAZI/3t7BDxdqM8k/s1600-h/DSC03141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077084113156041634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVtGfNx66I/AAAAAAAAAZI/3t7BDxdqM8k/s200/DSC03141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNRISE WITH XUEQI AND NICK! &lt;3&lt;/strong&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/17580492-6130015347366472130?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6130015347366472130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=6130015347366472130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6130015347366472130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6130015347366472130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunrise-with-xueqi-and-nick-3.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVtGPNx63I/AAAAAAAAAYw/FBhL7XAkvh8/s72-c/DSC03122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1162825847610324538</id><published>2007-06-18T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:47:07.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rnao6fNx67I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5ai0ULiOzU4/s1600-h/DSC03157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077431352671988658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rnao6fNx67I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5ai0ULiOzU4/s200/DSC03157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVpyPNx6yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ph98fHrMaGA/s1600-h/DSC03152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077080466728807202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVpyPNx6yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ph98fHrMaGA/s200/DSC03152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVpyfNx6zI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Bd0JwTYCvH0/s1600-h/DSC03156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077080471023774514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVpyfNx6zI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Bd0JwTYCvH0/s200/DSC03156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVpyfNx60I/AAAAAAAAAYY/YuoBvcF-hwM/s1600-h/DSC03159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077080471023774530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVpyfNx60I/AAAAAAAAAYY/YuoBvcF-hwM/s200/DSC03159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVpyvNx61I/AAAAAAAAAYg/fma-CsfQYR8/s1600-h/DSC03157.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVpy_Nx62I/AAAAAAAAAYo/dT3LKQDY_vo/s1600-h/DSC03171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077080479613709154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVpy_Nx62I/AAAAAAAAAYo/dT3LKQDY_vo/s200/DSC03171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnVo-_Nx6xI/AAAAAAAAAYA/8_B1V2AWizA/s1600-h/DSC03152.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;em&gt; i love you daddy&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today turned out t be a pretty nice day, thanks to people who kinda just made me smile and make me forget abt the mood swings i was having previously. church was alright, headed t bukitbatok t accompany dearest boyf for his 'exchange programme' thing, tgether with steph and nick. its quite a happening day though. i swear i got pretty high at some parts. haha (: then jeremy came back! and we kinda just stoned at sakae. went to raffles! we walked all the way to esplanade again &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;just talked and walked, and this is one of the times when i wish time would freeeeze, seriously. anyways, we headed t marina where we kinda shopped ( blackpants for him so someone need not wear that acs pants for performance, and topshoptop! ) spent like 50bucks each ): HAHA i know- oh wells. then someone bcame super bloated later, cause we shared this cafe cartel meal, sirlion steak. HAHA super yummy though. yea we should like stop going sakae and go cafe cartel! thank you for spending time with me tday though you looked kinda tired. i love you very much &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1162825847610324538?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1162825847610324538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1162825847610324538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1162825847610324538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1162825847610324538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day-i-love-you-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rnao6fNx67I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/5ai0ULiOzU4/s72-c/DSC03157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-7758115322434440569</id><published>2007-06-16T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:00:02.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lightning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnP6pPNx6uI/AAAAAAAAAXo/tAN3SIQ9y2k/s1600-h/Simple_happiness__by_yestrdaysforgivn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076676791342590690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnP6pPNx6uI/AAAAAAAAAXo/tAN3SIQ9y2k/s320/Simple_happiness__by_yestrdaysforgivn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rain raining &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rained&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i like rainy weathers&lt;/span&gt; like these just as much as how i love sunny sun days&lt;br /&gt;well, there's a time for everything isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ookays &lt;/em&gt;my hormones are funny, they go up and down and up and down so easily ): like the seee-saw ( if u get what i mean ) thanks to P.&lt;br /&gt;i was eating the strawberries again, happily until i realise there was only one left in the box ):&lt; so i stopped eating &amp; kept the box. i'll eat it someday, when i'm feeeeeeling up/down, it cheers me up.&lt;br /&gt;anyhows,&lt;strong&gt;ITS SUNDAY TOMORROW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care, &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i love each and everyone of you(s), you know it! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-7758115322434440569?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7758115322434440569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=7758115322434440569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7758115322434440569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7758115322434440569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/rain-raining-rained-i-like-rainy.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnP6pPNx6uI/AAAAAAAAAXo/tAN3SIQ9y2k/s72-c/Simple_happiness__by_yestrdaysforgivn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-2424480932494740542</id><published>2007-06-16T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:40:32.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK YOU FOR THE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRAWBERRIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because of that, you put a smile on my face, despite me being half-dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for tolerating and understanding how i feel now. even though sometimes i dont really understand myself, but you get what i mean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though sometimes you do make me feel so abcdefghijklmnop - but something about you, just that presence manage t comfort and calm me down. &amp; because of that, i truly am thankful. i love you, very much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, its a crazy day. last night, xq called and we talked all the way till like 5am-ish and nick joined in. then we decided to catch the sunrise at eastcoastpark. i swear i didn't sleep a wink ):&lt; which kinda explains my zombie-ness today and yes that cranky-ness tooo which i feel pretty guilty about. sorry&lt;br /&gt;sunrise was prettty, wish you were here! but hahaa you saw it too didnt you (: had hotcakes for breakfast, cam whored, rollerbladed, got caught in the rain. then headed t geco t 'SLEEP' which failed even though i was th only one there. met sarah t practice for her exam nxt wednesday (: a really nice person and i had fun practicing with her! then finally got to see someone, and i'm very happy but i was really too tired t show how happy i am tday. really&amp;truly . if i were to smile/grin, it will stretch from northpole t southpole, well you get what i mean (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wish time would just stop sometimes/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ pictures up tmr or something, i'm just tooo tired now and yes LAZY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-2424480932494740542?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2424480932494740542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=2424480932494740542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2424480932494740542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2424480932494740542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-you-for-strawberries-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-7441286017780380768</id><published>2007-06-14T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:15:35.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harmony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnFlM_Nx6qI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7JnyzlcAMhc/s1600-h/961844526l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075949528825326242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnFlM_Nx6qI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7JnyzlcAMhc/s320/961844526l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnFlM_Nx6rI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eYwyt3zb7q8/s1600-h/32613260523553l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075949528825326258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnFlM_Nx6rI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/eYwyt3zb7q8/s320/32613260523553l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they're prolly the reason why i look forward to school everyday last year and the reason why i never gave up despite being like, last in class, almost failing everything. though we do have conflicts like that time when the 'gang of 4' wanted t leave early and yaphuat refused t let them leave etc. but we still grew t be a class with a bond, far greater and stronger than ionic bond ! was watching the video i made for the class for graduation, brings back memories and i can't help but, you-know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;first thing you see when you enter th class, yeeling drinking coffee having breakfast tgether in class. waiying talking about the hottest and lastest gossips and rant about eye candies and dramas. we used t just sit there as a group and talk about americanidol/singaporeidol/css &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;never to fail, yiyang mugging or cheong-ing last minute homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DONGLIN SLEEEPING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;during recesss, donglin yuang yiyang buying dozens of CHA-SIEW-PAU back to class, weird fetish seriously. but CSP's nice (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rushing down t queue for fooooood! xiuli giving xiangrui her egg yolk cause she just refused t eat it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lamoz rushing down to queue for their LOCAL NOODLES. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone not paying attention to ms kaur during english and history tutorial. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slept during lin lao shi's lesson but felt guilty after that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lynette singing SUDDENLY. in that weird and freaky voice, but i really misss it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pauline doing crazy stunts, yvonne acting crazaye and bimbotic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wongwong DOING SWEEET STUFFS for people's birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PARKWAY-ING AFTER SCHOOL! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me getting pissed at them for not being decisive which i always feel guilty in the end. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ECP trips, cycling getting sunburnt, camwhoring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'MUGGING' tgether during the o levels period&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;marine parade library with dalina and meixuan!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;practicing 'say goodbye' together for the zzjsj presentation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;singing it on stage infront of everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tearing all at the same time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;all these precious moments. i know i'll never forget. guess what i'm gonna say! harmonians will know (: this is sooo fun .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyhows, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-7441286017780380768?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7441286017780380768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=7441286017780380768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7441286017780380768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7441286017780380768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/theyre-prolly-reason-why-i-look-forward.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RnFlM_Nx6qI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7JnyzlcAMhc/s72-c/961844526l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-5679492385924253903</id><published>2007-06-14T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T01:32:23.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cliches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I can't believe,&lt;br /&gt;that I'm your &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever comes our way,&lt;br /&gt;we'll see it through,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you know that's what our love can do&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO WORLD (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for getting all pissed at myself yesterday. anyhows, tday's wednesday. and its gna be thursday=someone's coming back to singapore! YEEEHAW, i did it (: at least its smthing worth happy-ing about. i didn't really go out during the holidays. alright wait, my vacation just started and I'M BROKE. so that explains. i really wanna go to the place at khatib, there's swing and its preeeettty there! i want to go to all the pretty places this holiday! SOMEONE! okays, what if i say pretty please (: ALRIGHT&lt;br /&gt;guess what i saw today not once but TWICE. FONG QINBIN, he was like " SUREEEEPORN " like i didn't know its my name. but yea (: 2nd time was when i was doing my routine run ard my estate and of all times, he had t walk home. &amp; BEING SO MEAN, he was laughing his ass off when he saw me running " so hardworking " DANGS. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;while i'm taking train rides alone, walking alone, cooped up at home. been thinking about what i'm gna do in the future. maybe i should just marry some richass and become a 'tai tai' so i wont have t worry about working and stuffs like that.&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;(thats what happens when you leave me alone, it starts the engine &amp;amp; the train goes... chooooooooooo~ )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it won't make me happy &lt;/strong&gt;so why bother? we neeed money, but it just aint everything. well, at least to me. even though i really feel like dying when i'm cashless(IRONY) butbutbut gaaahs i'm not materialistic, really (: i would give up all my money t have each and everyone whom i truly treasure and cherish, smile! haha&lt;3&lt;strong&gt;NO ONE, NOBODY, NOT A SINGLE SOUL&lt;/strong&gt; can replace you (: so don't worry, cause you're so spastic, the spastic-est boyf srsly. thus, i shall proclaim you, my number one boy. xoxo ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i know some people have been thinking about stuffs recently, SERIOUS stuffs. you &amp; you especially. kinda sucks t see y`guys worry about it . yes i know its important but sometimes you dont have t worry so much about tomorrow cause some stuffs will just come to you. but that doesnt mean you dont have to plan and work hard for it. well, you get the idea. do whatever you can, and leave the rest in god's hands. i believe he has already planned it for you/us. we can't take whats not ours, we can't change what we dont like. all we can do is to make the best out of what we are given, ISNT IT? sometimes, when things get all screwy and not feasible anymore. you just, MOVE ON- thats life.&lt;br /&gt;well, some things i may not understand it now, but y`know, sometimes you just have to believe in what seemed t be the impossible to you. because you'll never know what miracles you can create, if you would just believe . (so cliche) o`wells! &lt;strong&gt;POINT IS&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;faith&amp;amp;hope&lt;/em&gt;. i always have in you guys( you know who you are ) and sometimes things just won't go YOUR way and when that happens, take a look around you. how many of us have things going OUR way? be thankful with what you have, cause sometimes you may just have what others dont. and be glad and thankful that you're blessed with it. like i've always said, even though sometimes the world seemed like a sad sad sad x 1000 place. there are still many reasons to smile. even the little-est things. yes even things like the trees, wind and of course the smiles on others. :D ( these pretty much sums up what i've been thinking about recently while you're away )&lt;br /&gt;you may get what i mean and you may not. but whatever it is, always ALWAYS believe that tomorrow will be a better day even though it sounds reaaallly cliche! &lt;em&gt;life's just full of cliches&lt;/em&gt;, RIGHT? ( i just made that up, but ya ) haha . go go go all the way dear(s) !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with much love&lt;br /&gt;yq &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-5679492385924253903?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5679492385924253903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=5679492385924253903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5679492385924253903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5679492385924253903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-i-cant-believe-that-im-your-man-and.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-8286497047182881755</id><published>2007-06-12T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:26:52.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maaah-neeee'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is it, i'm so effing pissed at myself for spending so much money. so pissed that i swear i'm not gonna spend a single cent on foood anymore at least not more than 10 bucks at once. somehow my 'saving' plan seemed t fail WITHOUT FAIL ( what an irony ) anyhows, yes i'm so pissed at ME. sheeesh i should like go to africa or something. no i should just stay at home all day long. that prevents me from spending cash- ya i suck&lt;br /&gt;(not the literal meaning) ):&lt; gaaaaaah, POINT IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M DAMN PISSED AT MYSELF &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;hate the feeling of cashless, so much for money's the root of all evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe we should just use bottle caps instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can't believe it, i actually finish my allowance in ONE/TWO DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just a sidenote, at least i gave up my seat for an old lady. and i swear that made my day :D that smile is what money can't buy. srsly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pffts,i'm still pissed at myself so, goooooood bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-8286497047182881755?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8286497047182881755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=8286497047182881755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/8286497047182881755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/8286497047182881755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-it-im-so-effing-pissed-at.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-8253765051629369174</id><published>2007-06-11T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:12:46.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;If I lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;its sucha boring day, so yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;bye people of the world (:&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/17580492-8253765051629369174?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-233761110080368510</id><published>2007-06-10T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:37:31.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tolerance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rmvs5_Nx6pI/AAAAAAAAAXA/06Espw4Rd4I/s1600-h/DSC03035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074409886128925330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rmvs5_Nx6pI/AAAAAAAAAXA/06Espw4Rd4I/s200/DSC03035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As long as stars shine down from heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And the rivers run into the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Til the end of time forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You’re the only love I’ll need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In my life you’re all that matters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;In my eyes the only truth I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When my hopes and dreams have shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You’re the one that’s there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I found you I was blessed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I will never leave you, I need you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M GONNA MISS YOU WHEN YOU'RE GONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;take care &amp; have fun alrights ; i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥♥♥ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today's service was rather crappy, or maybe just plain rubbish i guess. because it was totally irrelevant and the pastor just kept digressing. anyways POINT we get after th whole service IS. " GO JAPAN " &amp; " FORGIVE" omgosh and he had t go on and on rambling ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went t usual place after service as usual. ivan came along, like finally after a million years, he showed up. and jeremy was scary andandand VIOLENT. tsk~! haha went over PS after that, they played arcade but i dont know why but the 'air' in the arcade never fails t make me feel sleeepy ): then we walked around PS, bought caramel frap, still prefer mocha frap though. wanted t catch a movie but couldnt agree on one, so we went over t sakae and talked. some unpleasant stuffs happened, steph was like swearing at tht bitch. then jeremy had t make a "service complain" about that waitress. afterwhich we headed home cause j&amp;amp;steph had t pack and reach home early. which explains why i'm home so early on a sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come back soon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gaaah its only for 4 days, i can do this !&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with much misses&amp;amp;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yq .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-233761110080368510?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/233761110080368510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=233761110080368510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/233761110080368510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/233761110080368510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-gonna-miss-you-when-youre-gone-take.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rmvs5_Nx6pI/AAAAAAAAAXA/06Espw4Rd4I/s72-c/DSC03035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1739856012559435174</id><published>2007-06-09T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T20:48:05.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grumbling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;but sometimes i get so sick and tired of waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;that many times i'm on the verge of giving up. OKAYS whatever not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;but you know how it feels to be always the one waiting ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;there was this once where i was waiting for my friends. i've waited like an hour. thn i had no handphone and i had t use all my coins trying to call them asking where were they. and when someone finally picked the phone. guess what, i was forgotten. do you know how THAT FEELS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;( not pin-pointing nor blaming anyone here) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;just trying t remind people not to take patience or anyone for granted. &amp; yes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the point after saying so much is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;- I DONT LIKE WAITING AIMLESSLY FOR SOMETHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;and sometimes it just leads to disappointment/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll understand how i feel- bcause it takes two hands to clap, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; bcause i love you beyond the reason why, i can't explain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;shall read the bible now (: hopefully i'll feeel better because i hate myself for grumbling and whining so much. it makes me feel like i'm asking alot from you and the world. i'm so gonna miss you for 1-2-3-4 freaking days ):&lt; somuchsomuchsomuch. gaaah stupid feeling, i'm feeling happier now. SPEAK CHINESE CAMPAIGN TMR ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, yq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1739856012559435174?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1739856012559435174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1739856012559435174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1739856012559435174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1739856012559435174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/patience-is-virtue.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1015346842801082440</id><published>2007-06-09T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:19:28.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;helped chunyang with his present (: so j &amp; i ran around trying to keep the flames burning. was really tiring at the end of the day, but it was all worthwhile &amp;amp; i swear the heart was really pretty thanks to US ! hope you guys liked it and yes HAPPY 2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY! too bad someone's quite un-romantic so yea, HAHA shant be pinning any hopes, but still loved you so &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know it was so funny cause while we were preparing, people walked pass and said, " whats the occasion ? " then i was like " anniversay", the they went " oh happy anniversay! " HAHAHA -_- so we just kept quiet and laughed t ourselves. another person was even funnier " PROPOSAL? " haha! (: i like the feeling of seeing others smile even though it means getting all sweaty and stuffs, getting your fingers scalded by the hot lighter/wax/flame. afterall its the process that counts. btw, its your preprepreprepre-part-of-your-birthday-present too :D haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpB4fNx6lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/o4UJLRabrbQ/s1600-h/DSC03081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073940368894061138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpB4fNx6lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/o4UJLRabrbQ/s320/DSC03081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpB4vNx6mI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cGaciG22OOM/s1600-h/DSC03085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073940373189028450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpB4vNx6mI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cGaciG22OOM/s320/DSC03085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HARMONY OUTING @ BOTANIC GARDEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though its only a pathetic 10 who turned up. but i swear its damn fun !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to adele zhiying samy joce yeeling peizi yaphuat guanyuan alice and theresa who turned up later. cam whored ALOT(right yeeling?) hehe picnic was really interesting brought food there, we had cakes sushis and sandwiches and chips and drinks! i didn't know botanic garden was soo pretty ! as usual, just like the last outing we had at sentosa, i didnt wanna leave ):&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpBhfNx6iI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oWRYxCs4XPQ/s1600-h/DSC03066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073939973757069858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpBhfNx6iI/AAAAAAAAAWI/oWRYxCs4XPQ/s320/DSC03066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpBhvNx6jI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pJ2LSIl25Ws/s1600-h/DSC03075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073939978052037170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpBhvNx6jI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pJ2LSIl25Ws/s320/DSC03075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpBh_Nx6kI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rP2yrHyJMnk/s1600-h/DSC03038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073939982347004482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpBh_Nx6kI/AAAAAAAAAWY/rP2yrHyJMnk/s320/DSC03038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpA7_Nx6dI/AAAAAAAAAVg/jQB8djIP2Ug/s1600-h/DSC03031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073939329511975378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpA7_Nx6dI/AAAAAAAAAVg/jQB8djIP2Ug/s320/DSC03031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpA8PNx6eI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nK4NTqAzkEU/s1600-h/DSC03036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073939333806942690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpA8PNx6eI/AAAAAAAAAVo/nK4NTqAzkEU/s320/DSC03036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpA8PNx6fI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0cGJo0SddHA/s1600-h/DSC03039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073939333806942706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpA8PNx6fI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0cGJo0SddHA/s320/DSC03039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpA8fNx6gI/AAAAAAAAAV4/zStn8n2bga0/s1600-h/DSC03056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073939338101910018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpA8fNx6gI/AAAAAAAAAV4/zStn8n2bga0/s320/DSC03056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpA8fNx6hI/AAAAAAAAAWA/e0gBRW0_quQ/s1600-h/DSC03058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073939338101910034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpA8fNx6hI/AAAAAAAAAWA/e0gBRW0_quQ/s320/DSC03058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BFF OUTING (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh the shirt the shirt! hehe i love ly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took alot of pictures as usual but these are only some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpFDPNx6nI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TaHh3bdeXm0/s1600-h/DSC01171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073943852112538226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpFDPNx6nI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TaHh3bdeXm0/s320/DSC01171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpFDfNx6oI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kFXyYRVGca4/s1600-h/DSC01181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073943856407505538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpFDfNx6oI/AAAAAAAAAW4/kFXyYRVGca4/s320/DSC01181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpAGvNx6bI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yDhe635epCk/s1600-h/DSC01180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073938414683941298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpAGvNx6bI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yDhe635epCk/s320/DSC01180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rmo_lfNx6XI/AAAAAAAAAUw/diU9Absg3Lw/s1600-h/DSC01157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073937843453290866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rmo_lfNx6XI/AAAAAAAAAUw/diU9Absg3Lw/s320/DSC01157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rmo_lvNx6YI/AAAAAAAAAU4/wHF6Gm9OHWw/s1600-h/DSC03016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073937847748258178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rmo_lvNx6YI/AAAAAAAAAU4/wHF6Gm9OHWw/s320/DSC03016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rmo_lvNx6ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/V0vbzwGUt24/s1600-h/DSC03015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073937847748258194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rmo_lvNx6ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/V0vbzwGUt24/s320/DSC03015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rmo_l_Nx6aI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jq2CEK6Fjzk/s1600-h/DSC01174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073937852043225506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rmo_l_Nx6aI/AAAAAAAAAVI/jq2CEK6Fjzk/s320/DSC01174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1015346842801082440?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1015346842801082440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1015346842801082440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1015346842801082440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1015346842801082440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/friday-helped-chunyang-with-his-present.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmpB4fNx6lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/o4UJLRabrbQ/s72-c/DSC03081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-6318397926001169549</id><published>2007-06-07T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:07:52.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU BESTFRIEND !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; you know, i wish you were here with me ):&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;today was a great day minus the chemistry exam which im pretty sure i'll flop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;met wongly @ vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;walked around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chilled and studied at starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saw miss lai !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to emo-place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;camwhored alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;headed to rafflesplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;walked from raffles, to singapore river, esplanade park, esplanade, rooftop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;more cam whoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;laugh &amp;amp; more laughtersss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;watched the performance at th concourse, UNGLAM moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saw hwachongco people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;walked t cityhall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp; you know! bff and i wore the same shirt we bought! omgosh- TELEPATHY! sigh, i'll miss you since we're living so far apart, and we're not in th same school. oh man ):&lt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone's BUSY LIKE A &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;BUMBLE BEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; . oh wells looks like i shouldn't be whining right? i just wanna say that i'm not feeling THAT empty now, thanks to ly. i really needed that. - i just hate it when everyone's busy ): srsly. if you get what i mean. (note that i'm just whining) butbutbut NO WORRIES! life still goes on. i hope tomorrow's a better day! so i'll just pray ! on a random note, no matter how strong i tried t be, there'll still be times when i feel like the world's crumbling down, somehow. there'll still be times when i feel tired. no matter how i want myself to be happy all the time, there'll still be times when i feel empty inside. and in times like this, all i need is a hug and you telling me dont worry and that everything will be okay. because you know, thats just what i'm gonna do when you're feeling like that too. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;god bless! xoxo &lt;3&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/17580492-6318397926001169549?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6318397926001169549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=6318397926001169549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6318397926001169549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6318397926001169549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-you-bestfriend-you-know-i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-2285259882712634384</id><published>2007-06-04T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:12:33.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmQ24gWMANI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IQhhQ-_sS-g/s1600-h/385875373l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072239424709591250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmQ24gWMANI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IQhhQ-_sS-g/s320/385875373l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;if i had magical powers, i would cast a spell to make all your problems disappear, i would make happy potion so that you wont feel sad. if my hands and arms were strong enough, i'll hug you until you feel better. even if it means from dawn t dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;just so you know&lt;/strong&gt;/ (:&lt;br /&gt;feeling rather empty now. i should just shut up until i've found a reason or an answer. i promise i'll get over this emptiness soon. because it kinda sucks. &amp; i've been spending way too much recently. so i'm gonna starve myself this week. and next week i shall save more so that i can shop and buy stuffs soon. i know i've been indulging myself in stuffs, so maybe i should be sent t africa to repent.&lt;br /&gt;i am a happy girl deep down even if i don't smile. you know i am &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i'm just tired and i need a break from all these rubbish i've been going through rubbish that i've heard of and rubbish that i've seeen.&lt;br /&gt;i'm LITERALLY tired, shall stop here. bye! hugs&amp;amp;kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ ILY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;pps/ might not update here as frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/tag replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ru &amp; fred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : hehe yea fred dont be jealous! i still love you dearest goospla! &amp;amp; HENG MIN RU when are we meeting up! haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;badd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: haha last post. i'm not sure, been saying that since forever but there always seem t be a next post after the 'LAST' oh wells ^^ i know you guys will miss me if i stop blogging. hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jmie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: gosh, CT is not like CT, i'm not studying VERY HARD. i'm not even studying. alrights, ALUMNI CHALET! hahaha (: i misss you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zihui&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: hey girl! thanks for the luck! and yes i love you too! and i'll link t you soooon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: !! haha no worries i just POSTED! anyways, yea i'm going for the outing. and i cant wait t see you people again. got lots t catch up. LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;celine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : hehe thanks! and yes study hard (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xq&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : even if i dont blog here, you know where to find what i wanna rant. (: LJ remember? hahahahahhahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-2285259882712634384?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2285259882712634384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=2285259882712634384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2285259882712634384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2285259882712634384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-i-had-magical-powers-i-would-cast.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmQ24gWMANI/AAAAAAAAAUo/IQhhQ-_sS-g/s72-c/385875373l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1731558321558736143</id><published>2007-06-03T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:09:59.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmKDNgWMAKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/RZobs2XwBSY/s1600-h/DSC02958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071760398417133730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmKDNgWMAKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/RZobs2XwBSY/s320/DSC02958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmKDNgWMALI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Q8xFPFRnyLk/s1600-h/DSC02960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071760398417133746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmKDNgWMALI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Q8xFPFRnyLk/s320/DSC02960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmKDNwWMAMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/axz6sItm_4E/s1600-h/DSC02970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071760402712101058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmKDNwWMAMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/axz6sItm_4E/s320/DSC02970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really miss st andrews cathedral ):&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ytd i had th time so i went over and walked around alone. enjoying the nice scenery and serenity there. it was so peaceful i swear (: so i sat down and STUDIED ABIT. hahahaha (: while waiting.&lt;/div&gt;prettty church &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;was thinkng about th times when i was @ citykids(PLEASE NOTE THAT ITS CITYKIDS) omg, that was like how long ago. i had alot of fun there srsly. i miss aunty pat and uncle patrick and that time when we had a "PERFORMANCE" at th waterloo place. HAHA. where we did a ''play'' using th song, 'the old rugged cross' oh man ! haha alrighty, shall end here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! this is for jeremy wong xinrui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th june! [: remember what i told you. there's no need for me t say more here. bcause u know what i'm gonna say. jiayou! F-A-I-T-H ya? hahahaha ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1731558321558736143?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1731558321558736143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1731558321558736143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1731558321558736143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1731558321558736143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-really-miss-st-andrews-cathedral-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RmKDNgWMAKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/RZobs2XwBSY/s72-c/DSC02958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-4725778017581798360</id><published>2007-06-03T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T01:06:06.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alright, even though i said that i wont blog anymore. BUTBUTBUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is for min ru (: like how nice right! heh heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU HENG MINRU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we rarely meet up nowadays, even though we rarely talk&lt;br /&gt;even though we're living worlds apart(not literally BYGWIM)&lt;br /&gt;even though we're living our own lives now. you'll still be my favouritest sister that i can always talk to. and my on-est friend ! i promise i'll still love you even if your face gets rounder or you grow fatter(which i dont think is gonna happen, so dont worry ) aww FISHBALL MOONCAKE AH MUN! you know i missed you so sooo much! we should go out soon, srsly during the break! i love you, my besterest smack-ass friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;yq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI / BYGWIM= BUT-YOU-GET-WHAT-I-MEAN :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-4725778017581798360?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4725778017581798360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=4725778017581798360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4725778017581798360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4725778017581798360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/alright-even-though-i-said-that-i-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-3819892116090217008</id><published>2007-06-01T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T11:31:16.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This would probably be one of my last post(s) on blogger. i guess/ i dont see a point in blogging so openly bcause it is only a root for misunderstandings t arise. no worries, cause i'll still find a place t vent cause i srsly can't keep emotions! so yea :]&lt;br /&gt;anyhows/ OMG my sis blacked out this morning and that scared th shit outta me and my mom and everyone. ):&lt; that stupid girl, hope she's fine now. oh wells, she looks fine to me. probably due t lowbloood -_- bless you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A merry heart makes a cheerful countenace, But by sorrow of the heart the&lt;br /&gt;spirit is broken" Proverbs 15:13&lt;br /&gt;"Better is a little with the fear of the lord, Than great treasure with&lt;br /&gt;trouble. Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a fatted calf with hatred " Proverbs 15:16-17&lt;br /&gt;" Whoever shuts his ears to the cry of the poor. Will also cry himself and not be heard " Proverbs 21:13&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading through proverbs just now after my run since i've still got time before i'll have t leave for school. Praise the word of god, cause srsly when i don't know who t talk to since everyone's busy and stuffs. when i need an answer t my question. when i'm feeeling so stresssed up for whatever-reasons. i always seem t find my answers in the bible. sometimes when i'm randomly flipping and something just prompts me "READ THAT VERSE, READ THAT BOOK..." freaky. but yea the answer just comes t me. thank god-&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, shall end it with a paragraph from ecclesiastes&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to be born, and a time to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to plant and a time t pluck what is planted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to kill and a time to heal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to break down and a time to build uup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to weep and a time to laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to mourn and a time to dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to gain and a time to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to keep and a time to throw away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to tear and a time to sew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to keeep silence and a time to speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to love and a time to hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time of war and a time of peace&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just different perspectives, &lt;strong&gt;different perspectives&lt;/strong&gt;. so stop whining and grumbling bcause there's a time for everything :)  GOOOD BYE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-3819892116090217008?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3819892116090217008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=3819892116090217008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3819892116090217008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3819892116090217008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-would-probably-be-one-of-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-2265011617291578712</id><published>2007-05-31T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:44:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rl7g-gWMAJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/77iV9CImOGw/s1600-h/327490792l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070737594905264274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rl7g-gWMAJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/77iV9CImOGw/s320/327490792l.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY XUEQI :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what! its raining and i'm cooped in a room with 3 walls and a sliding door(HAHA) doing nothing, i've got the urge to go out alone now. srsly- why can't we learn how to be satisfied with what we have. why can't we be contented and not ask for more? why do we have unlimited desires and wants? its so materialistic, it disgusts me. i wish i was living somewhere far far away, where there's nothing okay, maybe a little something and lots of sunflowers, away from this hustle and bustle, away from facades. ALRIGHT, just let me daydream before i'm being brought back to reality where its quite a sad sad world we're living in. (not saying that there's no reasons for us t smile and be happy about living here but many times we just indulge in our own happiness and forgot that there are still others living in darkness, out there) - alrighty i'm just bored, VERY BORED.&lt;br /&gt;^^ PEACE OUT haha&lt;br /&gt;edit/&lt;br /&gt;just got back home (: from dinner with my 127 year old boyf. omgosh!&lt;br /&gt;had the pizza ! had cravings for it since IDK when! yays ^^&lt;br /&gt;walked ard bought stuffs and ya i'm back home now :)&lt;br /&gt;thank you nice boyf for stopping me from taking a cab home just now&lt;br /&gt;even though i whined so much( i swear i get irritated by my whinings)&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;strong&gt; i really needed that&lt;/strong&gt;, someone t stop me from spending unneccessary money&lt;br /&gt;srsly~ alright i hope your nose don't hate you so much now so it wont run away oks (:&lt;br /&gt;/ &amp; i think i love you more each day &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGREPLIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sheery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : i missed you so much :) we should meet up SOOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;delia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : hey girl! i'll link you sooon alrights. :) thanks! you've got a nice blog yourself too . see you on MONDAY! haha mug hard !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;arfah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : no problem! y`know that i'll be here! we're all here and you're not alone :) even though sometimes its good t be alone t think and stuffs. but it helps alot to know that even when you're alone, you're not alone ^^ HAHA! yes xoxo &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-2265011617291578712?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2265011617291578712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=2265011617291578712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2265011617291578712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2265011617291578712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-xueqi-guess-what-its_31.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/Rl7g-gWMAJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/77iV9CImOGw/s72-c/327490792l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-5329065202304377075</id><published>2007-05-30T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:23:36.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;think of all the things that go together, that dont seem quite complete without one another. not just the silly little things like peanut butter and jelly or ball and bat. but things like talking and listening, give and take and love and respect. maybe why, after all, there's a you and there's a me. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/anyhows, ANGST ANGST ANGST! ANGSTY pfft ):&lt; but but but, I'M STILL VERY GRATEFUL and rather contented. HAPPY&amp;GAY! even though i still don't feel like talking the whole day. there are still the littlest things tht makes me smile. and yes ly thanks for the laughs yesterday, i've not laughd like that since IDK when. :D &amp;amp; its the laughters i missed, the times when i'd look around and see everyone laughing with me. that air of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;on a random note, dont you think i love you's such powerful words, yet so over-used. so say it like you mean it! because love's a strange and wonderful feeling. alrighty, darn p. for making me feel like that but yea, i'll love smelly mellie poooo even though you're stinky and stuffs. YOU'RE SO BUSY ):&lt; busy like a beeeeeee &lt;- haha this sounds so retarded. but yea i'm exercising my FAITH now &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its holiday tomorrow! LIKE FINALLY, A BREATHER. i want t goo out tmr. i miss the beach, just suddenly~&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, yq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-5329065202304377075?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5329065202304377075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=5329065202304377075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5329065202304377075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5329065202304377075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/think-of-all-things-that-go-together.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-853572925106230062</id><published>2007-05-29T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:31:01.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/ pictures from weekends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxEhAWMAAI/AAAAAAAAATA/UlUSr1nBq4w/s1600-h/DSC02923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070002614331768834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxEhAWMAAI/AAAAAAAAATA/UlUSr1nBq4w/s320/DSC02923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bff me and bfff (: okays j i know you're jealous right-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxEhQWMABI/AAAAAAAAATI/d1PPeBBfDoQ/s1600-h/DSC02924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070002618626736146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxEhQWMABI/AAAAAAAAATI/d1PPeBBfDoQ/s320/DSC02924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see i'll take a pic with you too (: we're happy people. GAY'S THE WORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxEhgWMACI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4ABdEvyMqgc/s1600-h/DSC02925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070002622921703458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxEhgWMACI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4ABdEvyMqgc/s320/DSC02925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ly julian &amp; i ! yays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxEhwWMADI/AAAAAAAAATY/MmHzZIGE9xc/s1600-h/IMG00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070002627216670770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxEhwWMADI/AAAAAAAAATY/MmHzZIGE9xc/s320/IMG00119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; presenting the bald-but-cute rockn` senior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxEiAWMAEI/AAAAAAAAATg/g_yAjQeBXcw/s1600-h/IMG00122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070002631511638082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxEiAWMAEI/AAAAAAAAATg/g_yAjQeBXcw/s320/IMG00122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice HAIR fred (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxE9wWMAFI/AAAAAAAAATo/Bpymhw9KsGs/s1600-h/IMG00123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070003108253007954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxE9wWMAFI/AAAAAAAAATo/Bpymhw9KsGs/s320/IMG00123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxE-AWMAGI/AAAAAAAAATw/ZhPqyb6F8No/s1600-h/IMG00125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070003112547975266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxE-AWMAGI/AAAAAAAAATw/ZhPqyb6F8No/s320/IMG00125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this is moses (: HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxE-AWMAHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Cie6KzNBthc/s1600-h/IMG00127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070003112547975282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxE-AWMAHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Cie6KzNBthc/s320/IMG00127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SO CUTE OMGOSHNDOAFNOAS! !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxFaAWMAII/AAAAAAAAAUA/pzFETlu-XSk/s1600-h/DSC02936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070003593584312450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxFaAWMAII/AAAAAAAAAUA/pzFETlu-XSk/s320/DSC02936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                         ^^ cause you make me smile like no one else could!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-853572925106230062?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/853572925106230062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=853572925106230062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/853572925106230062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/853572925106230062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures-from-weekends-bff-me-and-bfff.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxEhAWMAAI/AAAAAAAAATA/UlUSr1nBq4w/s72-c/DSC02923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1913085748078399326</id><published>2007-05-29T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:16:37.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxDRwWL_-I/AAAAAAAAASw/EyDku9_bnJ0/s1600-h/DSC02923.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxDSQWL__I/AAAAAAAAAS4/lKpuIAf2Dug/s1600-h/DSC02924.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxCdQWL_5I/AAAAAAAAASI/uvZKv0n-cPk/s1600-h/DSC02949.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxCdgWL_6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/j68skMk1F0Y/s1600-h/DSC02941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070000355178971042" style="DISPLAY: block; 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(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;she made me laugh&amp;amp;laugh x 10000 @ starbucks making us look like total tards but i still love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;met up with bff tday after my super-hard-chem-prac-which-i-think-i'm-gonna-screw ): but my tcher was really nice t guide me along and i had t REDO it like 3 times! anyhows, we met at cityhall, had subway for lunch. went t walk ard, bought this shirt and i really need retail therapy! next thursday :D ! bought tickets for SHREK 3, was quite good, freaking hilarious. hahahahaha quite GAY- then we headed t town. shopped ard and settled @ starbucks at wisma. HAHA thats our new chillout place. nice place t mug with comfy chairs too. sat there, stoned and studied my chem and her bio. WE'RE HARDCORE MUGGERS alright! hahahahaha. then we spent our last 15mins or so, CAM WHORING. srsly. that was when we laughed sooo much that i had this really bad cough and throat after that. heh heh it was super funny, and yes we took like 30 pictures / i think haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;thank you bestfriend for making my day ! and make me laugh like shit. but it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;WONG LIANGYU YOU &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;DIRTY YELLOW MONKEY&lt;/span&gt;. I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING- HAHAHA! xoxo &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, yq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1913085748078399326?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1913085748078399326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1913085748078399326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1913085748078399326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1913085748078399326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-pictures-later-bff-wonglys-best.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlxCdgWL_6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/j68skMk1F0Y/s72-c/DSC02941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-8833517128403583460</id><published>2007-05-28T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:05:27.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOOO, guess what. PLAN A FAILED MISERABLY AFTER 3 DAYS ):&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;bet you lovely darlings missed me, RRRrright?&lt;br /&gt;anyhows, other than feeling stressed, life has been rather mundane yet hectic recently. and the side effects of having t much stress = headaches&lt;br /&gt;plus p. dangs, sometimes i wish i wasn't a girl. yet again (: i dont wanna be a les and yes i know you're not gay too. so i shall stick to being a girl and stop thinking about going for a sex change or something. (alright, you know i'm kidding right? ) I CAN'T WAIT I CAN'T WAIT! FOR 7TH JUNE (: even though vacation's like only for 2 pathetic weeks. still, ITS VACATION!&lt;br /&gt;i just finished my 1/4 papers today. Microbiology, alright i admit i didn't really put in my BESTEREST EFFORT but still, it was definitely more than what i put in during the QUIZ. i'm gonna study for IPC later, proomise! booopooo got 7 weeks of works t catch up! zomg. i can hear the "I CAN DO THIS" (going on &amp; on in my head) oks have fun holiday-ing those secondary-school-and-jc-people. gimme 1 more week ! i need retail therapy but first, START SAVING YQ! tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THE NICE BOY WHO IS NOT SHORT, boyf/bestf&lt;br /&gt;goood luck for your testsssss this week alrights! prove your mean lecturer wrong that you're so gonna pass and own that paper like what you told me today! &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; GET WELLL SOOON :D i lessthanoneplus2 you - bcause i'm so glad that you're my bestfriend tooooo, even though i know you're gonna be like " you got a whole army of bestfriends " but still but still! you're special ! cause you're the most spastic one ! &lt;em&gt;cause you bring out the best in me, like no one else could (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shout out to bffwongly ( the-less-than-most-spastic-but-close-to-being-the-most -spastic-bff-i-ever-had ), thanks for your encouragement tday ytd and always&lt;br /&gt;woman, lets go out during my term break alrights! OOOOONE DAY JUST YOU&amp;ME, shopping and chilling and talking. it'd be fun (: i miss you though i saw you last saturday &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall be nice and reply my tags/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : stephopajfsagnsbkbw you're so random, but i love u ! hahaha coconut! naaaah- it isn't THAT BAD you still look pretty (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : L-O-V-E that spells love (: recieved your love, thank you so much ! haha oh and someone owes me a bday present since IDK WHEN! tssk study hard alrights! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : thanks for reading the LOOOOONG POST though ^^ and cutie? P-LEASE HAHA KIDDING. yea, the aircon was being gay and i almost froze t death! but i'm still alive and kicking , no worries (: take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;estelli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;: hello !!!! thats super sweeeeet, i missed you too and OH MAN, you surprised me during the election with those questions you asked. I'M SO PROUD OF YOU, srsly ! &amp; what! i don't sell fish, where's that fishy smell? haha loveu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : (: i'm glad you're alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: HELLO I MISSED YOU TOO OCTOPUS! lets go t your house during the holidays (: ask me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ keeep tagging and keep my blog alive, it needs you like i need oxygen. HAHA so yea (: i love you all &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-8833517128403583460?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8833517128403583460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=8833517128403583460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/8833517128403583460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/8833517128403583460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/nooo-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-623712358021286375</id><published>2007-05-25T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:25:34.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheesh- dear yq here is trying to accomplish something rather impossible &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blog on &lt;strong&gt;hiatus&lt;/strong&gt; until my common test(s) are over, which means 2 weeks later (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm feeeling so &lt;em&gt;empty&lt;/em&gt; nowadays, cause elearning sucks(right?) srsly`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; j &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;its goodbye blog, until 7thJUNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;with maybe an exception on 31st may/4thJUNE (: &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/17580492-623712358021286375?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/623712358021286375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=623712358021286375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/623712358021286375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/623712358021286375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/sheesh-dear-yq-here-is-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1626703071141710346</id><published>2007-05-25T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T01:31:29.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE THE WEIRDEST FETISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LIKE TO JOG AT THE MOST UNEARTHLY HOURS(1AM-ISH)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SO GONNA START JOGGING TMR! yes my motivation &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEEN INDULGING MYSELF IN SINFUL INDULGENCE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEEN EATING WAAAAY TOO MUCH ):&lt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO YIQING!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-yq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps/ jeremy wong xinrui don't worry too much though its your stressed up period but you know what i'm gonna say and what i've said. i'm sure you can do it! love you &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pps/ xq! dont worry alrights, i'm sure things will get better ! i love you tooo ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(: remember to love yourself for who you are! because you are special &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1626703071141710346?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1626703071141710346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1626703071141710346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1626703071141710346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1626703071141710346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-weirdest-fetish-i-like-to-jog-at.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-5524780958133030015</id><published>2007-05-23T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:41:01.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlWdVgWL_tI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aoiHy_9RjIE/s1600-h/029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068129948461170386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlWdVgWL_tI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aoiHy_9RjIE/s320/029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlWdVgWL_uI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wNoZ_xh8NOg/s1600-h/030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068129948461170402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlWdVgWL_uI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wNoZ_xh8NOg/s320/030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dearest girls in class that made my smile everyday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SQthebiatch(: , zihui, xinfang, arfah, sit., rachel,delia &amp; penny! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlRW5gWL_rI/AAAAAAAAAQY/I86lrd8MGkA/s1600-h/13747472926145l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067771026634178226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlRW5gWL_rI/AAAAAAAAAQY/I86lrd8MGkA/s320/13747472926145l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at clarence! HAHA this was like how long ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cchmsco volleyball team (: and omgosh, JINGWEN was still urms. a little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlRW5wWL_sI/AAAAAAAAAQg/PJ2x6gnz3zY/s1600-h/13552536340982l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067771030929145538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlRW5wWL_sI/AAAAAAAAAQg/PJ2x6gnz3zY/s320/13552536340982l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp; this was during the committee chalet 2 years ago i think. the whole of yangqin section, then! omg i look fat ):&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i was feeling so stressed tday again. with microbio commontest next monday. alrights, START MUGGGING! everyone seemed t be so busy recently. juniors and those in jay-ceees will be having their vacation soon and i still have 2 weeks to go. on a lighter note, its FRIDAY TMR! i know sq's like so excited over it, RIGHT? mie mie mie mie! -wink wink- what a stupid biatch =P  HAHA. IDK why we tend t treasure the stuffs when we lose it? okays just reminding myself to cherish everyone around me :) primaryschool bffs are gonna perform in AJCO CONCERT TMR, and i'm a tad bit sad that i cant watch them like i've promised them to bcause of geco ): maybe i'll pop by awhile? i love you guys alot tooo ! JORDIN WON AMERICAN IDOL! :) hahaha i dont care if u like blake or whatsoever, bcause i srsly think that he's just some gay fag doing some beat-boxing tricks on stage. hahahahahha okays shan't be mean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pffts, PMS SUCKS BEEEEG TIME ):&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;no worries, i'll try to be happy okays and yes a smile a day keeps the pms away !HAHAHA, sorry for feeling so random today. been like that since morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; i love you more each day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;love, yq&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlRSsgWL_pI/AAAAAAAAAQI/REMiObmavrY/s1600-h/13747472926145l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlRSsgWL_qI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lBS4zEjKuQY/s1600-h/13552536340982l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-5524780958133030015?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5524780958133030015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=5524780958133030015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5524780958133030015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5524780958133030015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/look-at-clarence-haha-this-was-like-how.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlWdVgWL_tI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aoiHy_9RjIE/s72-c/029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1882817016255399889</id><published>2007-05-23T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:31:45.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlQlQgWL_oI/AAAAAAAAAQA/x9Qqtkvs5Ns/s1600-h/fred+rocks~!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067716446189780610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlQlQgWL_oI/AAAAAAAAAQA/x9Qqtkvs5Ns/s200/fred+rocks~!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;fred's like the cutest and craziest senior :) missed u goospla !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind's like messed up or something&lt;br /&gt;was a tad bit disappointed with my microbio results, kinda expected it cause i didnt really prepare for it. alright, MY BAD. &amp; this knocked some sense into me, i was reminded by how much i slacked the past month. promise to start listening during lectures and do my tutorials dutifully (: UHUH!&lt;br /&gt;omgosh, math test tmr! and microbio common test next monday. i need a miracle , LIKE NOW! i can do this :D -i hope&lt;br /&gt;someone's not feeling well and is stil at co TSK. someone's not feeling well and had icecream for dinner TSKTSK. someone's not feeling well and doesnt wanna sleeep early TSKTSKTSK. can u eat something PROPER other than biscuits? alright that was RANDOM BTW. haha YAYS because the week is ending soon which means weekends are coming AGAIN! but i really dread the end of weekends which is sunday night. ): i need motivation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh, is it my bad? sometimes i just wanna disappear and go to somewhere ulu where life is simpler/happier. was thinking whether life will be the same if i never talked t you(s), if our paths never crossed. will our lives be any better? will you even know i exist ? will i still smile happily today, will my purpose of living be different? will my perspective of the world still be the same? its just so amazing how time literally flies. 2006 was a really eventful year, shed lots of sweat and tears. met lots of people and some became an important part of my life in one way or another. stephaniechiang left for taiwan, i was really sad, still remembered that video i did for her. we're all living our own lives now, but i still truly miss her , and sometimes when i'm alone or in school i'll remember the times when we had our little talks, our little walks to the watercooler. that scene when i was sending her off. and yes jennynieh you too (: that scene 2 years ago is still fresh in my mind, i can vividly see you smile, and that trying-not-to-cry-but-failed-look. its pretty amazing despite the distance and the not-so-usual-way-of-talking-&gt;email that we are stil able to share our worries,joys and perspectives and stufffs. thank god . yes i'm looking back, but whats wrong with loooking back? i mean, yea we need to look forward. but when i'm looking back it doesnt mean that i'm stucked there, not moving on. so sometimes i'll just blog about what happened in the past to remind me to start treasuring the present. because life's just full of coming-togethers and partings. ( don't worry, bcause i told you i need a lifetime to figure you out. believe me like how i've always believed in you and yes god too. i love you ) anyhooos! its gonna be the end of the month so yea, MONTHLY EVALUATION and permisssion to get emo (: but i'm not emo though, just thinking about some stuffs. seemed that some things just change even if i tried holding on, i just hope that you're happy and stop living life selfishly(sorry for being so blunt) but yes, its becoming more of a chore and it shouldn't be like that. you can't change the world, so start by thinking how u can change yourself for the better so that the world will smile, because of you. to you, i'm just someone that you think will never understand you and your thinkings, someone that is from a totally different world. are u even sure that you understand what your heart truly says? do you know how it feels when i tried to reach out but you're pushing me away. i'm just sorry that i can't be the friend you want me to become. just hope that you'll find more motivation and reason to smile and be happy, not for the sake of smiling but because the world gave you reasons to. when that day comes i swear i'll be so happy for you that my smile will stretch from one side of my ear to the other.HAHA imagine- omgosh. alrights.&lt;br /&gt;i know life's not gonna be smooth sailing i know that there'll be rocky roads ahead of us &amp; i know i'll not be so lucky throughout my life. but i'm so glad i'm not walking this road alone, because ive got you and my thebesterestfriends. my angels in disguise indeeed, how true (:&lt;br /&gt;IN CONCLUSION, may has been really great, realised that i've widened my perspective. learnt alot through going through shits(not literally). &amp; yes, i feel closer to god. its a really really REALLY special feeeling. its like talking to someone, pouring out your emotions and doubts. then POOF! you get your questions answered. don't you think that its WAN-DER-FOOOL? (: you came into my life, okay actually you WERE there since i-dont-know-when. thank you for everything too okays. i know you've been giving into me , yet sometimes you're soo mean. but i know i've got your hands to grab when i feel like falling, and thats prolly the reason why i told myself to smile despite everything going in the wrong way! thank you &lt;3 &amp; thank god AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- ALRIGHTY, I KNOW ITS A LONG LONG POST BUT YOU DONT HAVE TO READ IT, ITS JUST TO REMIND MYSELF TO START TREASURING EVERYTHING AND YES, START MUGGING. HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-love, yq &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU &amp;amp; YOU(S)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1882817016255399889?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1882817016255399889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1882817016255399889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1882817016255399889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1882817016255399889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/freds-like-cutest-and-craziest-senior.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlQlQgWL_oI/AAAAAAAAAQA/x9Qqtkvs5Ns/s72-c/fred+rocks~!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-7801971810503776903</id><published>2007-05-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:32:33.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's beeen usual, with exceptions of more homeworks and tests ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh so freaky, right sq? i love you bitch &amp; we're so gonna shop soon&lt;br /&gt;alrights, after school went over woodlands to meet jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at pastamania, walked around and thought of what to buy, but couldn't think of anything constructive and goood ): !&lt;br /&gt;so we got tired of walking, went over t library and did some work. read this rather meaningful book i took from the children's section. HAHA- srsly! its quite a goood book. laughed so much when i was editing the CATS PROJECT. jeremy was sooo super duperly mean! FROZE IN THE LIBRARY AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;had dinner @ pastamania and sakae (: well, i had cravings for sushi-s suddenly!&lt;br /&gt;pooor j's not feeeeeling well ): get well soon okays, i'll pray for you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;dont worry because whatever happens i'll be here so you wont feel alone (:&lt;br /&gt;i love you more than yesterday, really&amp;truly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-7801971810503776903?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7801971810503776903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=7801971810503776903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7801971810503776903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7801971810503776903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/schools-beeen-usual-with-exceptions-of.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-2125965475627972972</id><published>2007-05-21T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:06:53.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone should be feeling guilty for making me freeze in the library now&lt;br /&gt;but no worries (: i understand, so i'm alright &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, found this in my sis's blog, the lyrics are like, nice-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I am, all I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Everything in this world&lt;br /&gt;All that I'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;Is in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Shining at me&lt;br /&gt;When you smile I can feel&lt;br /&gt;All my passion unfolding&lt;br /&gt;Your hand brushes mine&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand sensations&lt;br /&gt;Seduce me 'cause I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do cherish you&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to think twice&lt;br /&gt;I will love&lt;br /&gt;you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the depths of my soul&lt;br /&gt;It's beyond my control&lt;br /&gt;I've waited so long&lt;br /&gt;to say this to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If you're asking do I love you this much&lt;br /&gt;I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my world, before you&lt;br /&gt;I lived outside my emotions&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know where I was going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til that day&lt;br /&gt;I found you&lt;br /&gt;How you opened my life&lt;br /&gt;To a new paradise&lt;br /&gt;In a world torn by change&lt;br /&gt;Still with all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til my dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &amp; you won't be alone! yes, even when you're feeling emo tssssk-&lt;br /&gt;i prooomise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, yq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-2125965475627972972?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2125965475627972972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=2125965475627972972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2125965475627972972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2125965475627972972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/someone-should-be-feeling-guilty-for.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-3124229329601056237</id><published>2007-05-20T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T23:17:23.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlBfKQWL_iI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wHmImQZt7eE/s1600-h/DSC02868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066654210583166498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlBfKQWL_iI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wHmImQZt7eE/s320/DSC02868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CCHMSCO @ TJCO CONCERT! -thanks j for taking this pic, no i didnt forget about you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlBgfAWL_nI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iKzSbrudXOs/s1600-h/DSC02866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066655666577079922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlBgfAWL_nI/AAAAAAAAAP4/iKzSbrudXOs/s200/DSC02866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dearest nick ho! cutest brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlBfKgWL_jI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lo4HCzmsnm0/s1600-h/DSC02872.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlBfKwWL_kI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JEY2ASc2XR8/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066654219173101122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlBfKwWL_kI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JEY2ASc2XR8/s320/DSC02873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sorry that you loook spastic/retarded in every pic you take with me except for THAT ONE or TWO hahaha out of like, 20? haha! no worries &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlBfLAWL_lI/AAAAAAAAAPo/P3F4ImxstcQ/s1600-h/DSC02878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066654223468068434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlBfLAWL_lI/AAAAAAAAAPo/P3F4ImxstcQ/s320/DSC02878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okays, isnt the sky pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlBfLAWL_mI/AAAAAAAAAPw/1h6QBJrA050/s1600-h/DSC02881.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SUNDAY, was woken up by j's msgs and phone calls. OKAY not really, because i didnt really hear/feel the vibration and continued sleeeeeping. until my alarm started ringing then i got my ass of my bed. got ready to go out of th house t clarke quay, I'M SO NICE please. because of someone i have t go there so early, and get baked under the sun. not really =P until jere finishes his 'performance' with SPCO. thank god for nick and ivan or i'll really bore to death, i swear. you're so lucky i've got gooood patience and endurance (: after that we went t have lunch with nick ivan hazel(nut)&amp;vick and bernard @ VIVO! shared the bacon ripper thing (: NICE- then, ya. walked around went to EMO PLACE! i miss that place alot! especially at night! bcause we were BAKED in the sun, SCORCHING HOT. u can literally cook instant noodles in th water! well someone became a "TAU SAR PAU" today (: HAHA! it was damn funny, cause we wanted to look for ivan at the arcade, so jere&amp;amp;i walked over, but he didnt wear his shoes so it was so freaking hot. me, being so nice and stuffs gave me a side of my slipper, and we were like, HOPPING there. damn funny and fun ! after that we went to church, afternoon service, jere was soo tired and i was quite tired, thanks to someone. left after praise and worship. felt quite guilty, but yea just for this once! =D went t jere's house for dinner, his dad cooked! hahahahahaha it was nice, like the veggies (: omgosh, nick was so tensed up just now because someone was scary! tsk- =) steph was sooo funny as usual. oh we sang that carrie underwood's song just now. quite fun! but i think i'm losing my voice. steph's going OBS tmr, dont get stung by jellyfish! you can catch them t make peanut butter and JELLY though (: HAHA! i love you! and take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tooooooooook cab home, the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i dont don't love you &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- you are my strength when i am weak&lt;br /&gt;thank god for you, because i know i won't have to walk alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/17580492-3124229329601056237?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3124229329601056237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=3124229329601056237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3124229329601056237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3124229329601056237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/cchmsco-tjco-concert-thanks-j-for.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RlBfKQWL_iI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wHmImQZt7eE/s72-c/DSC02868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-3144550901108995808</id><published>2007-05-19T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:46:14.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a sunny saturday morning/afternoon (:&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 10am, i know, its damn early RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;had my ass stucked on the chair starring into the computer screen since then&lt;br /&gt;talked to koh huirong ( like finally ! )&lt;br /&gt;she made me soo excited and high early in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tjco concert at night, not only because bff ly is playing but bcause i'm seeing alot of cchmsco people, which will make my day ! later i'm gonna go SP t play badminton! gosh, i never touch that sport since, IDK when! i can't even find my racket ): hahahahaha omgosh-&lt;br /&gt;alright, will update more later @ night..till then..&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;back from concert and dinner @ lps&lt;br /&gt;went t sam's house this afternoon he passed me wang se's recordings! haha&lt;br /&gt;thn headed over t sp for badminton with xq j ivan and nick&lt;br /&gt;it was FUN (: we sld do that more often! ahhh! and i have this really bad wound that was caused by the abrasion of my poor index finger and th racket ): so my fingers have 3 plasters altogether.&lt;br /&gt;anws, after that we went over t SCH for TJCO concert. bought ly this chocolate tulip thing, BUT YEA. as always, that chocolate part dropped off ): hahaha! but oh wells, you know i love you right ly ? &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;concert was alright, abit of disappointments from th soloistsss but shant elaborate. was happy that i saw alot of people! BFFS FROM PRIMARY SCHOOL liping xinhuan manhua were there! (: !&lt;br /&gt;wanglong and peiyan were damn funny . (ok random)&lt;br /&gt;after concert went t have dinner, thn went home.&lt;br /&gt;alright here's th funny part, AGAIN- IDK why funny things happen t jeremy&lt;br /&gt;he acc me t jurong east cause someone was suppose t stay over at SP for th river raft thing th next day which is less than 12 hours later. uhuh-&lt;br /&gt;then he wanted t go over th other side of th platform t check out if there's still train back t dover from jurong east. thn he entered th middletrain(THE MIDDLE TRACK @ JURONGEAST, if u get what i mean) CAUSE he needs t get over the OTHER SIDE....so yea, instead of using the escalator....&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT! hahaha when he entered, thn it says "DOORS CLOSING..." damn funny tried t squeeze his way through but, ATTEMPT FAILED cause he was blocked by so many people. so took all th way t bukit batok then cab t SP&lt;br /&gt;- quite funny. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;alright, need t wake up early tmr to go clark quay, so i better sleeeep early tooo since someone's giving me morning call . goooooood night people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, yq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love you more than barney spongebob and patrick &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-3144550901108995808?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3144550901108995808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=3144550901108995808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3144550901108995808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3144550901108995808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-sunny-saturday-morningafternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1228958170289168572</id><published>2007-05-19T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:40:16.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up by my stupid stomachache this morning ):&lt;br /&gt;skipped cats and soccer tday.&lt;br /&gt;went over SP t meet jeremy then headed for geco.&lt;br /&gt;geco&lt;br /&gt;went macs with him vick and ivan&lt;br /&gt;headed home&lt;br /&gt;walked in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&amp; here i am (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you can pretty much tell how mundane life is .&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sad dont worry (: just tired. as in literally.&lt;br /&gt;let me try t think about special stuffs that happened tday.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmms.... alright nothing, I THINK&lt;br /&gt;its funny when you're able t make me smile for the stupidest and weirdest reasons or even with no reasons at all. so retarded! oh wells (: &lt;em&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;looooove you&lt;/span&gt; &amp; all &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1228958170289168572?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1228958170289168572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1228958170289168572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1228958170289168572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1228958170289168572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/woke-up-by-my-stupid-stomachache-this.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-5567817103460233976</id><published>2007-05-17T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:34:07.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edit/&lt;br /&gt;just had dinner, well mummy cooked! some prawn-fish-wildmushroom-chillli-spicy-thing (: i swear it was so hot that me &amp; my sis were like, OMGOSH. she's bloated now anyways, damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;after school went met j and we went t queensway ! hahahahaha wanted t buy FBT. then we sat at ulu macs which has no WIRELESS. shared th macflurry&amp;saltless fries (: talked and left that ulu place. this is the funny part. we were waiting for bus t bring us back t where we came from(queenstownmrt) suppose t take 51 but super duper blur me saw a 61 and i actually boarded it! i remembered wrongly ): ! 51 &amp;61 not much of a difference! but j was like " 51's SBS and 61's SMART leh! " so yea, my bad. alighted at some place after holland V. then we WALKED all the way to bounavista mrt. srsly it was so humid i was PERSPIRING while j was SWEATING. hahaha . so so relieved t be in the train, cause its AIR-CON! heh heh. then we took the train t jurong east and change another train. :D pooor j was so sleeeeeepy ): ! tsssssk&lt;br /&gt;then i was kinda irritated by these two northlight students, tried t take picture/video of me/us i dont know. and its so damn freaking obvious. so i was like STARING AT THEM and gave them THAT-LOOK( if you know what i mean )thn j exclaimed something loudly, which i forgot what was it. but oh wells. hahaha we're NICE people who dont bear grudges. went home- and here and i am...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the strong hands and arms for me to grab without fail (: HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;dont know what t do if you were not there, srsly, i may just land flat on my ass or smthing. and i have a GOOD BALANCE okays. alrights, maybe not but i shall practice balancing. &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkvsVAWL_hI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ClHIsAHZVuc/s1600-h/769676430509l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065402051522723346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkvsVAWL_hI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ClHIsAHZVuc/s320/769676430509l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; isn't peizi aka cow the cutest and lamest thing on earth (:&lt;br /&gt;you just made my smile! i chance upon ths picture on pztan's friendster and i was laughing and smiling to myself! our dearest chemist and my tutor for chem! pulled me from a F9 to....okays not really good but well, satisfied results. i really missssss you !&lt;br /&gt;alright, so who's gonna tell me there arent reasons in the world t make you smile? because i just did ^^ and there are many more.&lt;br /&gt;i chose t live my life, the way i want to.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy being me. so, love me for who i am and not what i try to be..you know sometimes i just can't control myself but ill try t be someone i am not, sometimes its because i need to accomodate, sometimes its because i'm tired being me. but you will always pull me back, reminding me my loves and hates. (: so i snapped out, trying to be someone i'm not. thank god for all the angels in disguise, srsly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, yq &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-5567817103460233976?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5567817103460233976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=5567817103460233976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5567817103460233976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5567817103460233976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/isnt-peizi-aka-cow-cutest-and-lamest.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkvsVAWL_hI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ClHIsAHZVuc/s72-c/769676430509l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-5783252922108115960</id><published>2007-05-16T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:36:50.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkqdCgWL_gI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BYQVzfEVe8s/s1600-h/DSC02842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065033397299838466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkqdCgWL_gI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BYQVzfEVe8s/s320/DSC02842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit/&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing much to update about my mundane life ):&lt;br /&gt;quite busy recently ... i'm stlll trying t memorize the stupid peptidoglycan thing. omgosh- like why do we need t know what has N-Acetylglucosamine and N-Acetylmuramic acid gotta do with the stupid cell membrane. i just think long names are pretty cool. but i'm not cool with having t memorize it. ): !! srsly, remember t congratulate me if i do see u tmr. like lets say, 4pm? i just can't wait till school ends tmr! cause that means weekends are here AGAIN! i'm sorry for repeating whatever i've said last week and last last week. but yea, its that feeling every week! that time passes so quickly! i'm so serious, but dont you wish that time would just stop sometimes? oh wells- ! there's nothing much t update yet ive typed so much rubbish. haha it needs some skills too alrights (:&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;alrights, feeeling stressed cause i'm cramming every little informtions into my head now hoping that it'd be stored there under "LONG TERM MEMORY" microbiology's sucha killer anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling so cranky and i was giving that i-dont-wanna-talk-look again. tell me its pms so i have a reason t feel like that. but i know since there's no reason for me to not be happy, then b happy! :) right?&lt;br /&gt;thank you for trying to cheeeer me up ! i was like a gazillon times happier after i talked t you (: yays! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;mummy's coming back tday, promised j that i shall not t have any major/minor quarrell with her this time. imma goooood girl!&lt;br /&gt;oks, i was just taking a breather after cramming all those microbio stuffs. back to mugging. GO YQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, yq&lt;br /&gt;-i love sunshine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-5783252922108115960?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5783252922108115960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=5783252922108115960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5783252922108115960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5783252922108115960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/alrights-feeeling-stressed-cause-im.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkqdCgWL_gI/AAAAAAAAAPA/BYQVzfEVe8s/s72-c/DSC02842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-5843276065911469286</id><published>2007-05-16T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:20:45.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgosh, save me cause i'm cramming my pooor head with microbio stuffs now&lt;br /&gt;): i'm wanna sleep so badly but i know if i sleep now i'm so gonna struggle tmr!&lt;br /&gt;and math is like still uncomplete. so yea ):&lt;br /&gt;i'll just do my best for that test on thursday and pray that everything goes well. HAHA that is if i can remember whatever i've studied. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- please dont take my sunshine away &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-5843276065911469286?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5843276065911469286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=5843276065911469286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5843276065911469286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/5843276065911469286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/omgosh-save-me-cause-im-cramming-my.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-6248316673911201472</id><published>2007-05-15T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:26:37.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a rather nice day apart from th few hours in school&lt;br /&gt;so like, sq(labpartner) &amp; i were rushing, PRACTICING SPEEED during IPC prac today. it was damn funny. we were the first grp to finish. but guess what. we pipetted the wrong volume. so we were like, oh shit! hahaha then th teacher kept laughing at us. omgosh-&lt;br /&gt;then...jeremy came over waited till lesson's over and we went to cchms to collect my o levels cert (: saw alot of familiar faces in schoool after collecting the cert, went to look for my darling juniors, they were, well...doing some serious business. but ended up gossiping most of the time! tsk! =D after that acc j back to sp since he has some meeting with his classmates or something. someone ended up sleeeeeeeping for 30mins and did nothing! while i was trying to study microbio while listening to songs. which FAILED. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;- anws, THANKS FOR THE DOUGHNUT (:&lt;br /&gt;after that we met sam at jurong east ! haha has been a long while since i saw him. didn't change alot, but well, maybe his hair is wheeeeee longer than before. vick came along too. so we just sat there and talked. well as usual, sam did most of the talkings . oh oh xq got her new qin already! yays ^^ arent u happy? haha&lt;br /&gt;then we talked until 7+ and went home. vick took th other line and jere took with me. played puzzle bobble ! alighted at marsiling and we sat there and talk and do stupid stuffs. omgosh -_- hahahahaha but it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;then after missing a few trains j decided t leave. but pooor him, got stranded at angmokio haha! cause it ends there. awwwwww nontheless bet he's practicing at home now, RIGHT (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall be nicee, so here goes. thank you for all the little stuffs today.&lt;br /&gt;never knew such small actions can mean so much.&lt;br /&gt;i smiled because of many reasons, and one of the reasons is prolly bcause of you (: / &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, yq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-6248316673911201472?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6248316673911201472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=6248316673911201472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6248316673911201472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6248316673911201472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-rather-nice-day-apart-from-th.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-3510706993266902208</id><published>2007-05-14T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:39:29.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkhhOQgUkeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wgHXk2yGplA/s1600-h/=).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkhhOggUkfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kAihcvnCYds/s1600-h/DSC02817.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;helllo, MY HOT AND SEXY SHOE KILLED ME TDAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had this super bad blistery fooot. and i walked barefooted after school and towards the way home. really couldnt stand it! spastic, i know. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyways, i DRAGGED my ass to school today. (not monday blues) but badd's having monday's blue though (: cheeer up yo! had physio presentation today. was INPROMTU, thank god eye-candy eddie ong was kind enough to not ask me any questions. alrighty, it was ok i think. OK FOR INPROMTU. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lunch at alumni clubhouse was HORRIBLE. it took them 35 minutes to send me my sirlion-rubber-steak. i swear it tasted like rubber and th steak sold in the coffeeshop downstairs is like a million times nicer. everyone finished eating.. thn mine came. THANKS BADD FOR EATING SLOWER today .yays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MICROBIO PRAC TODAY WAS HAVOC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with neo clarence and cc as bench mates. haha its omgosh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;first partner, cc had to ditch me cause of his interview thing ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had to do FIVE -5 ! stupid smear myself. and i actually stained my fingers and labcoat! plus plus plus plus i kinda burnt my finger cause i was poked by the innoculating hoop. its HOT- alright, we were scolded or rather. NEO was scolded by th teacher cause he was playing afool . omgosh. haha it was crazaye. spraying ethanol to spirit lamp. haha! but it was damn cool. neo's sucha slut. tsk and CC, i'm NOT BIMBO PLEASE. must be the shoes. tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that we were late for IPC lecture. drkueh became smarter and locked the BACKDOOR so we cant run away. BUT guess what, 3/4 of the class still ran away after 1 hour during the break. haha so much for class spirit (: we ran through the FRONT DOOR BTW. haha its not as if we sneaked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thats bad ! i shall try to LISTEN DURING LECTURES! i dont wanna fail this module! ): okoks. i will listen and be a goooooood girl, I PROMISE. ( cause i hear someone nagging already ) sorta. if you get what i mean, which i dont think you do. but OH WELLS. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i didnt have my pancake today ): i shall kick the habit of eating pancakes from canteen 1 before badd and cc gives me THAT-FACE again. whats wrong with pancakes? haha and apple-orange. omgosh i'm gonna like, drink that tmr !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;going back cchms t get o level cert tmr! oh man oh man. haha i miss chungcheng! the lake, the cheeeeeeeena-buildings, the loveliest and cutest and craziest juniors i can ever ask for, the teachers and everything there. lovely memories, really &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love, yq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-3510706993266902208?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3510706993266902208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=3510706993266902208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3510706993266902208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/3510706993266902208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-like-one-of-nicest-picture-weve.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-2025359993575732063</id><published>2007-05-14T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:11:34.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot help it I couldn't stop it if I tried&lt;br /&gt;The same old heartbeat fills the emptiness I have inside&lt;br /&gt;And I've heard that you can't fight love, so I won't complain&lt;br /&gt;'Cause why would I stop the fire that keeps me going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when there's you, I feel whole&lt;br /&gt;And there's no better feeling in the world&lt;br /&gt;But without you I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn out the lights now&lt;br /&gt;To see is to believe&lt;br /&gt;I just want you near me&lt;br /&gt;I just want you here with me&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up everything only for you&lt;br /&gt;It's the least that I could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when there's you, I feel whole&lt;br /&gt;And there's no better feeling in the world&lt;br /&gt;But without you I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel you holding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we afraid to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;To be loved&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain it&lt;br /&gt;I know it's tough to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel you holding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;And when there's you, I feel whole&lt;br /&gt;And there's no better feeling in the world&lt;br /&gt;But without you I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather be in love&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'd rather be in love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'd rather be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel you holding me, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the lyrics (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-2025359993575732063?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2025359993575732063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=2025359993575732063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2025359993575732063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2025359993575732063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cannot-help-it-i-couldnt-stop-it-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-4139098093824447362</id><published>2007-05-14T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:14:47.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfK8ggUkbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-gZTD9-L5Q4/s1600-h/DSC02834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064239446867874226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfK8ggUkbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-gZTD9-L5Q4/s320/DSC02834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha! this is a funny pic but cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfK8wgUkcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/V7JqU_KA9dE/s1600-h/DSC02835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064239451162841538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfK8wgUkcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/V7JqU_KA9dE/s320/DSC02835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jere's eyes are closed or it'd be picture perfect ! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfK8wgUkdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hsFa8nMWidg/s1600-h/DSC02836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064239451162841554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfK8wgUkdI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hsFa8nMWidg/s320/DSC02836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, someone's eyes are finally opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfKMwgUkWI/AAAAAAAAANw/_o1Fi2rmsak/s1600-h/DSC02825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064238626529120610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfKMwgUkWI/AAAAAAAAANw/_o1Fi2rmsak/s320/DSC02825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love you steph! pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfKNAgUkXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kaVp9yCpMnA/s1600-h/DSC02824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064238630824087922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfKNAgUkXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kaVp9yCpMnA/s320/DSC02824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; steph nick &amp; i &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&lt;br /&gt;href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfKNAgUkYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mH42Ky1C8us/s1600-h/DSC02831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064238630824087938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfKNAgUkYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mH42Ky1C8us/s320/DSC02831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st attempt! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfKNQgUkZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/gI8Qju2V10s/s1600-h/DSC02832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064238635119055250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfKNQgUkZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/gI8Qju2V10s/s320/DSC02832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd attempt(FAILED) cause i fell .....alright no comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfKNQgUkaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hRgzEtxmBEQ/s1600-h/DSC02833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064238635119055266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfKNQgUkaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hRgzEtxmBEQ/s320/DSC02833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; finally (: jere ivan steph &amp; i &lt;3 &lt;a&lt;br /&gt;href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfJpQgUkRI/AAAAAAAAANI/rwUjCihB-ng/s1600-h/DSC02827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064238016643764498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfJpQgUkRI/AAAAAAAAANI/rwUjCihB-ng/s320/DSC02827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; omgosh, this is my favouritest picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfJpggUkSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1rIzUy7kM1w/s1600-h/DSC02828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064238020938731810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfJpggUkSI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1rIzUy7kM1w/s320/DSC02828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY BIRHDAY IVAN! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfJpwgUkTI/AAAAAAAAANY/lbjlJmi9slE/s1600-h/DSC02819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064238025233699122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfJpwgUkTI/AAAAAAAAANY/lbjlJmi9slE/s320/DSC02819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; @ the station waiting for train. and we missed ONE train to take this pic. thanks to?? haha JEREMY WONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfJpwgUkUI/AAAAAAAAANg/dLX5xVZMRUQ/s1600-h/DSC02823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064238025233699138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfJpwgUkUI/AAAAAAAAANg/dLX5xVZMRUQ/s320/DSC02823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyways, this is damn funny. cause sam called j while we're watching a walk to remember. so we kinda paused it. and this was the scene we paused at. we were like OMGOSH- hahhahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfJqAgUkVI/AAAAAAAAANo/YFUreBXVA_4/s1600-h/DSC02822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064238029528666450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfJqAgUkVI/AAAAAAAAANo/YFUreBXVA_4/s320/DSC02822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SWEEET &lt;3 i love her voice. and shane west is cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-4139098093824447362?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4139098093824447362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=4139098093824447362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4139098093824447362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4139098093824447362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha-this-is-funny-pic-but-cute-jeres.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkfK8ggUkbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/-gZTD9-L5Q4/s72-c/DSC02834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-2834073034739442929</id><published>2007-05-14T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:22:50.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back, i'm tired and since i'm nice i shall blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;went to church in the morning, was late, took cab. i woke up at 9! omgosh-&lt;br /&gt;anws, service was good tday cause it was really funny (:&lt;br /&gt;after service went t tekka as usual...yada yada etc etc...those usual stuffs we did&lt;br /&gt;then 'chilled' at jere's grandparent's place again. sat there and sang songs!&lt;br /&gt;we were blasting...well sorta, haha!&lt;br /&gt;we decided on what t do for the day, since its ivan's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;so we went DG, played arcade. omgosh steph and i bought this white and red heels each, we're gonna like take turns wearing it. (: haha! i've cut the furry-thing on the red one already! so its pretty now. anws, after arcade chilled at TCC. omgosh- i swear that "TIBITS" (inside joke) was sucha bitch and a hag. urgh! haha but poor her was bitched by jere , right at her face.it was super funny. then we went t buy stuffs and headed to novena t meet dearest xueqi and nick, oh and jonathan came along too! hahahahaha, sat at BK cause xq has t leave early ): OMGOSH, did i mention how i love(love) michelle branch's song lyrics &lt;3 uhuh, then after xq and jonathan left we went over to ivan's (:!&lt;br /&gt;WATCHED TWO MOVIES, A WALK TO REMEMBER &amp; BRING IT ON&lt;br /&gt;it was super funny. and awtr was so damn sweet and touching &lt;3 i watched it the 2nd time. hehe...well the first was on YOUTUBE btw.&lt;br /&gt;dinner was chickenrice and hokkienmee, yums. (:&lt;br /&gt;and i knocked my head on the table while trying t stand up ): !!!&lt;br /&gt;nick left soon after. then we brought out the cake and sang ivan a birthday song. he was so spastic! tsk-&lt;br /&gt;TOOK PICTURES! well, i will upload it tmr or smthing. sorry ):&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite lazy and tired now. haha&lt;br /&gt;i hope ivan had a meaningful birthday, well, SPENT WITH US.&lt;br /&gt;had my fair share of laughter and joy today, i think i'll die tmr during physio presentation. i feel screwed~ oh wells! pray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at keeping my own feelings, seriously. ):&lt;br /&gt;i love you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-2834073034739442929?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2834073034739442929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=2834073034739442929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2834073034739442929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2834073034739442929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back-im-tired-and-since-im-nice-i.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-8831553432758216939</id><published>2007-05-12T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T00:10:54.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXmpggUkOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/E99-KMbppAM/s1600-h/DSC02806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063706956822515938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXmpggUkOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/E99-KMbppAM/s200/DSC02806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXmpwgUkPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/OCrT8hHdgoI/s1600-h/DSC02809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063706961117483250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXmpwgUkPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/OCrT8hHdgoI/s200/DSC02809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXmqAgUkQI/AAAAAAAAANA/K4AhqYt-cOA/s1600-h/DSC02807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063706965412450562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXmqAgUkQI/AAAAAAAAANA/K4AhqYt-cOA/s200/DSC02807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXemAgUkMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3hQHYnt_8B8/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063698100599951554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXemAgUkMI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3hQHYnt_8B8/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me nick xq (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXemQgUkNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/yqittJZHxBQ/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063698104894918866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXemQgUkNI/AAAAAAAAAMo/yqittJZHxBQ/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was like, ages ago! nick took sucha spastic picture of me. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXeNggUkII/AAAAAAAAAMA/E7nTr0-ITtU/s1600-h/DSC02805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063697679693156482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXeNggUkII/AAAAAAAAAMA/E7nTr0-ITtU/s200/DSC02805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the thing we were doing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXeNwgUkJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TlFxshNY9v0/s1600-h/DSC02813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063697683988123794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXeNwgUkJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TlFxshNY9v0/s200/DSC02813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NIC! hahaha omg you're so retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXeOAgUkKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KbTxO-qbOis/s1600-h/DSC02815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063697688283091106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXeOAgUkKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KbTxO-qbOis/s200/DSC02815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; attempt t use the timer (: yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXeOQgUkLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jznMLbstcpM/s1600-h/DSC02816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063697692578058418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXeOQgUkLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jznMLbstcpM/s200/DSC02816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the pretty fountain at CHJIMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anws the place is damn nice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;right, these are SOME OF THE PICTURES WE TOOK (: heh heh had fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, went t school early in th morning for CATS proj discussion. seriously quite waste of time and i literally dragged my ass to school..i was freaking tired! then went over SP t meet XUEQI. and i " ommmmm-ed " for 1 hour ! i've reached a higher level of stone-ing. ! STONE-ING IS AN ART! its not easy okay. then met nick at BUGIS! hahahaha shopped around went karl heng to get jiaobu. ate sakae. and i had THREEEEEE EBI FRY! omgosh- i know i'm not supose t eat prawns(right ly) but yea. haha its tooo nice for me to resist it... after that sent xq t work! CHIJMES is a pretty nice place, seriously.there, i almost died-ed when i almost slipped and fell again! haha i think i scared the shit outta nick. but he was like laughing and laughing. -_- evil! &amp; NICK WAS SUCHA BITCH TODAY! tsk tsk... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmmms then met steph jere at dg (: they played the arcade. wellls, being proud of my school(ahem) i wore the PE tshirt and got chased out TWICE. the 2nd time that woman was behind of me and i was like " omgosh, she's behind me! " to steph, and i ran out! hahaha i swear she was STARRING. oh wells! hahaha steph's damn evil today, cause she kept laughing, for the weirdest reasons. that butt crash hurts ! tsk tsk. anws, went starbucks when NICK spilled, wait no, or rather.. SPLAT MILK on MEEEE ): ! hahaha TWICE. it was super funny! heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shoped around PS, nothing much, jere tried t search for pants , but it was in vain. awww dont worry .. QUEENSWAY! hahaha :) then we went to SAKAE, AGAIN. dont ask me why and if i'm going to sakae again tmr, i'm sooo gonna puke. after that, went back t arcade again, couldnt go in so i sat at the stairs and read my jodi picoult's TENTH CIRCLE which i have yet to complete SINCE LAST YEAR. haha! then they came out and we talked and stuffs... went back shopping cause jere wanted t get his mom some mother's day present! hahahah. body shop makes me feel like bathing, seriously. haha! anws. weather was so hot and humid though it rained, and i felt so damn sticky today, super gross. ): after that we went home! i was so tired ! but now i'm energetic again, weird .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sorry to keep you guys waiting today ): felt so guilty. but you know i love youss, right steph (: HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love xq,jere,steph&amp;amp;nick for making my day though i'm really really tired. haha but i had my laughs tday (: &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;before i forget, HAPPY SWEET 16TH IVAN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and mom, if you're reading this that is( which i dont think so ) HAPPY MUMMY'S DAY! since you're like overseas now, guess ill just send an e-card or something. HAHA (: i love you mom! though yo're kinda unreasonable sometimes. but still, heh heh &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love,yq &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-8831553432758216939?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8831553432758216939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=8831553432758216939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/8831553432758216939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/8831553432758216939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-nick-xq-this-was-like-ages-ago-nick.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkXmpggUkOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/E99-KMbppAM/s72-c/DSC02806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-4292179810751173312</id><published>2007-05-12T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T02:12:29.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xueqi shouldnt be discouraged by setbacks , not anymore!&lt;br /&gt;xueqi should pluck herself up. from where she left before.&lt;br /&gt;xueqi should be strong and independent.&lt;br /&gt;xueqi should be happpy and feeel blesssed with what she has.&lt;br /&gt;jiayou! &lt;3 i love you girl. really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubts do occur, just clarify it, and things will be clearer and you'll see the rainbow after the rain once again. i've always believed in it. still do (:&lt;br /&gt;prayers do work. and i will learn to accomodate, tolerate and love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-4292179810751173312?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4292179810751173312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=4292179810751173312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4292179810751173312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/4292179810751173312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/xueqi-shouldnt-be-discouraged-by.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-7348901637622730081</id><published>2007-05-12T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:43:04.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yays even though i'm very tired, VERY VERY tired. but still (:&lt;br /&gt;cats was better than what i expected. though it made me stone there for 2 whole hours, freeezing like some ice cube. ):&lt;br /&gt;SOCCER IS LOVE! seriously that game is more than just 22 people chasing after one puny ball. ITS REALLY MORE THAN THAT.&lt;br /&gt;and i really like my soccer mates, though thre's like 10 of us. but they're all really nice people. like michelle beatrice clarence kenneth etc etc. it makes my fridays alot more worthwhile ! though coach always picks on me. tsk! hahaha like always noticing when i'm spacing out and not paying attention. then he'll be like " SUREEEPORN~ stop looking at the floor, ther's no money..."&lt;br /&gt;anws.. I ALMOST DIED when i was trying t jump the hurdles. ON ONE FOOT.&lt;br /&gt;i landed ON THE HURDLES. and i screamed! everyone looked at me. omgosh. seriously ): ! hahaha then beatrice was like laughing and laughing. tsk! and clarence the evil one kept making fun of it just now! i realise i've got BAD AIMING SKILLS and BALL SENSE. i can't FEEEL the ball.&lt;br /&gt;VICK came ge tday (: fun, he's reallly super funny ! nice person-&lt;br /&gt;went macs as usual, ate and talked and crapped ....&lt;br /&gt;home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, yq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&amp;amp; you did it once again! 4th JUNE! (: jiayou! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-7348901637622730081?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7348901637622730081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=7348901637622730081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7348901637622730081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/7348901637622730081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/yays-even-though-im-very-tired-very.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-6349771995400157863</id><published>2007-05-11T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:34:52.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'bucketed' yesterday (if you get what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;shan't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;at home waiting for screwed-cats to start, bracing myself for a stone-ing session for 2 whole freaking hours later &amp; then its LOVE. soccer!&lt;br /&gt;for saying that you'll be there, and those nonsensical rubbish you said that made me smile retardedly&lt;br /&gt;imma happy girl again :] really-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps/ i wont give up just yet. though that means more harsh and stormy weathers ahead. i'm selfishly clinging onto the only life buoy, dragging you along. then again, there'll be a time when we all let go, and engulfed by the waves. its also about giving and taking, and not asking anything in return. some things are not meant b said all the time, everyday. its like 'i love you' said it once,you mean it, and thats it. leave everything to that trust and faith. cause i love you, are merely words. so, say it like you mean it. words can't say what love can do. i guess- its so vulnerable that i'm lost for words, pathetic. gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps/thank you, for making me feel less alone &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-6349771995400157863?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6349771995400157863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=6349771995400157863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6349771995400157863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/6349771995400157863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/bucketed-yesterday-if-you-get-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-2726139216635918022</id><published>2007-05-10T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:51:44.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkM-rAgUkHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GLMXM88yBd0/s1600-h/DSC02795.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PICTURES hahhahhahahahahhaha (:&lt;br /&gt;okays i'm gonna go back t do physiology proj !&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired that my eyes are popping like popcorns. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkM-iQgUkGI/AAAAAAAAALw/Nkp35pUjmXM/s1600-h/DSC02794.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkM9EAgUkBI/AAAAAAAAALI/57kIjog94no/s1600-h/DSC00907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062957545158905874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkM9EAgUkBI/AAAAAAAAALI/57kIjog94no/s320/DSC00907.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; omgosh- retarded, but i was really bored while waiting hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkM9EQgUkCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/seRyWQiUnj0/s1600-h/DSC00910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062957549453873186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkM9EQgUkCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/seRyWQiUnj0/s320/DSC00910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE SHEEERY HONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkM9EggUkDI/AAAAAAAAALY/vQP87sgoaLc/s1600-h/DSC00911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062957553748840498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkM9EggUkDI/AAAAAAAAALY/vQP87sgoaLc/s320/DSC00911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you know i do (: ! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkM9EwgUkEI/AAAAAAAAALg/014t3kc5MYc/s1600-h/DSC02794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062957558043807810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkM9EwgUkEI/AAAAAAAAALg/014t3kc5MYc/s320/DSC02794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bestfriends! &lt;3 id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062957558043807826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkM9EwgUkFI/AAAAAAAAALo/inW1-YbFQfc/s320/DSC02798.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bffs since primary school! hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love them all, liping xinhuan and manhua &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you for that 9 years of friendship since primary 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-2726139216635918022?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2726139216635918022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=2726139216635918022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2726139216635918022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/2726139216635918022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures-hahhahhahahahahhaha-okays-im.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/RkM9EAgUkBI/AAAAAAAAALI/57kIjog94no/s72-c/DSC00907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17580492.post-1892881379468063865</id><published>2007-05-10T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:06:23.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TIME SERIOUSLY FLIES&lt;br /&gt;tmr's the LONG ANTICIPATED FRIDAY, again :)&lt;br /&gt;anws, watched SYF with jere and huizhuang(hisclassmate) &amp; joseph tday!&lt;br /&gt;TJC &amp;amp; HCCO got gold with honours! congrats lovely(s) !&lt;br /&gt;was quite happy for ACJC too. right jere! hahaahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;then after tht went t sp with jere and joseph. since they have lessons.&lt;br /&gt;oh and his classmates are really fun people, like vick david and that really lame guy with lots of retarded questions. i was laughing my ass off , SERIOUSLY and LITERALLY. haha. nice people (: saw that fag! OMG haha&lt;br /&gt;met up with sheery today. talked and cam whored as usual !&lt;br /&gt;went back to SCH for the afternoon session of SYF, saw bestfriendssss&lt;br /&gt;and lots and lots and lots of familiar faces ! heh heh&lt;br /&gt;liping xinhuan and manhua :) awww heh heh, love you girls!&lt;br /&gt;and then and then, acc sheery and her classmates t do their project on sexual education in singapore . ( NICE PEOPLE AGAIN )&lt;br /&gt;cabbed home cause i was super tired, my eyes are like fishballs . its gonna pop out soooon ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that awfully sinful chocolate doughnut that vick introduced and jere got it for me was NICE. though i was telling myself " yes yq, you seriously need t fast for nxt 2 days and run run run! " yums, nice food makes me smile&amp;fat(NOT)&lt;br /&gt;seriously, why are the nice food so fattening. i should invent something to remove the fats and stuffs COMPLETELY or at least to a HEALTHY LEVEL. =D right! hahaha i'm serious! okoks maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its when you smile for the weirdest reasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're weird, so you're probably one of the reasons (: i think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love is when i look at you without even saying a word.&amp; you know what i'm gonna say and how i feel. blessed- tg (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though i'm not reallly sure abt how you feeel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm glad at least i know, that i truly do-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, yq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17580492-1892881379468063865?l=thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1892881379468063865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17580492&amp;postID=1892881379468063865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1892881379468063865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17580492/posts/default/1892881379468063865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlnext-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-seriously-flies-tmrs-long.html' title=''/><author><name>whenlovecollides</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01015573324090764050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyIcgEDxW0/SgpOuHtlm3I/AAAAAAAAA00/eFcf9tq7YEE/S220/P1000753.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
