<?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-6476826405706835508</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:11:03.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>streetlights-off</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-237190879482652043</id><published>2010-04-29T18:33:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:52:04.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#73</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S9ljNHuoXdI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Gz3oWtrsiN4/s1600/boy,girl,love-29420334baab7c10b9d9712657ffc4fa_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465508699854888402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S9ljNHuoXdI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Gz3oWtrsiN4/s400/boy,girl,love-29420334baab7c10b9d9712657ffc4fa_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short post before im out to study :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SS- Being a very smart girl, i read the question wrongly and ended up not being able to complete the paper ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i'm smart for that :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmtl- Got the want to sleep feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrote crappppppps :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for you people. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy that D made the right choice :DDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe you're just feeling guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe it's just what we call - infatuation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe you just felt you needed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe you understood your heart wrongly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe you're just trying to thank me, for caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe you got a screw loose and dont know what's best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That night, i was extremely happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But the more i think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The more it seems like a lie to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont know what's wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But maybe, the past made me like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so afraid that history repeats itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know the feeling is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But i also know that i may fall harder than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I believe , you wouldnt make me cry again, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe i should learn to trust :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edit/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im back :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studying wasnt exactly productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was like super tired please ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studied for a while then home-d :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im like so super tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually im not supposed to be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my superb dad asked me to check somthing when im like so freaking effing tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i kindof got addicted ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes are tearing like madmadmad ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update tmr. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-237190879482652043?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/237190879482652043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/73.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/237190879482652043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/237190879482652043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/73.html' title='#73'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S9ljNHuoXdI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Gz3oWtrsiN4/s72-c/boy,girl,love-29420334baab7c10b9d9712657ffc4fa_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7985630651001419084</id><published>2010-04-28T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:50:01.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#72</title><content type='html'>Was out studying for tmr's ss paper.&lt;br /&gt;'cause apparently, someone told me that if i stayed at home, i will sleep ._.&lt;br /&gt;True, butbut, damn mean.&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;Studying was as productive as how i expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;Productivity: 1 star.&lt;br /&gt;Entertaining: 3 star.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Somehow, it's been runnning through my mind over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It seems to good to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, i'm really afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7985630651001419084?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7985630651001419084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/72.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7985630651001419084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7985630651001419084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/72.html' title='#72'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-6221668734253550291</id><published>2010-04-26T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:03:15.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#71</title><content type='html'>\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S9WM_YHMV-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ig-yb6GRJMo/s1600/untitledmmm.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464428743316232162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S9WM_YHMV-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ig-yb6GRJMo/s400/untitledmmm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is true that tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just a lie to keep people going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm proud of myself for showing an act of intergrity by passing over to Mr ong a phone i found in the girls toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Studied for like 2 hours plus with huiting.&lt;br /&gt;There's totally rare you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I got scolded by Mrs ong for talking :B&lt;br /&gt;Not scolded, she just told me not to. Hahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mrs ong said that since i put on braces, i've been asking weird questions :B&lt;br /&gt;True uh, feeling dumb nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mrs ong said that each time she turned to look at us, Jk would either be turning to the back/left.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;'cause i just so happen to be on his left ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Six hours marathon plan with Jk on next monday :D&lt;br /&gt;*Anticipates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The stupid pimple left an ugly scar on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it explains why i've been feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I cant find my rubberband and hasnt been putting it for quite awhile. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Think daddy's not bringing me to guangzhou.&lt;br /&gt;There goes my chance of staying in a flat with a golf course right below ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm still vexed over one thing ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Studying, sooon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Somehow, i missed you a lot today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But, no, i cant keep feeling like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-6221668734253550291?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/6221668734253550291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/71.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6221668734253550291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6221668734253550291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/71.html' title='#71'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S9WM_YHMV-I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ig-yb6GRJMo/s72-c/untitledmmm.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-2976504747475079101</id><published>2010-04-25T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:39:28.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#70</title><content type='html'>After some blog hopping,&lt;br /&gt;I realised that everyone's busy mugging ):&lt;br /&gt;I dont like it. Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;I havent touched on anything i should &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Finefine, i'll mug like you guys starting from tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope that i mean what i'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;If not, i'll just.&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLY.FLUNK.MY.EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;Thou i'm still feeling lucky that this is not o levels :B&lt;br /&gt;Hardcore mugging up ahead :D&lt;br /&gt;Feels like such a loser not being able to keep to what i planed for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, homeworks all undone.&lt;br /&gt;Join me, someone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone looked my brother up and asked him to be model :O&lt;br /&gt;I warned him not to get cheated :D&lt;br /&gt;Such a good sister i am :B&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked many things with D.&lt;br /&gt;Dug out some of the things that have been on his mind all this while.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what you said is right.&lt;br /&gt;But well, dont give in.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;I like the plan that you're going to play on him :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll support you - definitely :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just killed two ants by accident today :(&lt;br /&gt;Guilty much.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;The stupid karma thing that has been a 'hot topic' in class is haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You made me learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm getting on better, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-2976504747475079101?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/2976504747475079101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/70.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/2976504747475079101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/2976504747475079101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/70.html' title='#70'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-5864759526273413060</id><published>2010-04-24T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:00:47.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#69</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S9LAyuZ9zLI/AAAAAAAAA5I/XQGo05Ezyf0/s1600/tumblr_kzm9aooHFL1qav92co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463641275636763826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S9LAyuZ9zLI/AAAAAAAAA5I/XQGo05Ezyf0/s400/tumblr_kzm9aooHFL1qav92co1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuition was alright today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to meet CC for study date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But someone, i ended up sleeping and it was raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was still sleeping soundly till i got DISTURBED BY A CALL FROM HYG &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that,&lt;br /&gt;I've been scratching my pimple accidently many times a day ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pissed. Angry. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today aint productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall do some mugging tonight :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'll try)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forgoodness sake, stop thinking you're oh-so-wonderful/perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the world doesnt revolve around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's lots of opportunities everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dont think we'll die without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'cause i can tell you we definitely wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop saying people like as if you've never made a mistake before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe you're the one that needs to do some self reflection, fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You think you're great,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tell you, not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're a loser who doesnt even know what is the right thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And please, dont crap by inking some unrelated stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We dont give a damn, get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can jolly well fuck off and find someone you deem fit for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you'll know, you've lost the really good ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If this is how you're going to handle stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can jolly well prepare and wait to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'cause i'm effing sure you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust me on this, i cant be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause you jolly well cant even teach your child well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You cant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At least me and alvin is definitely better than your _____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've always been seeing things from your point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day, when you find out the other, i tell you, too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There and then, i'll be sitting right here, laughing at your own STUPIDNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, i said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You think they'll thank you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahha, dont be naive , stupid ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One day, they'll just pick a fight with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i cant wait to see who has the last laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thou deep inside, i know you've already lost the battle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i'll get on well one day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if it means i'm all on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D, dont put it on mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'cause it's not at all worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things will get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-5864759526273413060?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/5864759526273413060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/69.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5864759526273413060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5864759526273413060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/69.html' title='#69'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S9LAyuZ9zLI/AAAAAAAAA5I/XQGo05Ezyf0/s72-c/tumblr_kzm9aooHFL1qav92co1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-5968270618086831010</id><published>2010-04-23T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:35:03.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#68</title><content type='html'>I'M AWESOME , FOR BEING THIS HAPPY AFTER FAILING MY TEST.&lt;br /&gt;This aint the first anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha&lt;br /&gt;But i'm so going to study for prelims okk :D&lt;br /&gt;Mye - we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;Walau, i got like 'cheated' by Alvin yap.&lt;br /&gt;My 2.4 timing is actuallt 15.&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok to me cause i merely wanted to pass :D&lt;br /&gt;Had fun imitating his(pcy) actions with devin and co :D&lt;br /&gt;Laughed loads.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm getting better at imitations :D&lt;br /&gt;Maths class was time for laughters as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Realised that jk and i keep playing and talking and it seems that someone is jealous oh ;x&lt;br /&gt;But dont care. :x&lt;br /&gt;Tons of homework this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;And i cant find the most important one that i need tmr - tuition homework ):&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, still got many things bothering this lil brain of mine ):&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-5968270618086831010?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/5968270618086831010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/68.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5968270618086831010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5968270618086831010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/68.html' title='#68'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-6640828216166833313</id><published>2010-04-22T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:53:02.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#67</title><content type='html'>Urghhh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a freaking bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;Putting what that fucker did, aside, there's still many shit.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, if i showed you attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Spent 3hrs at Mrs Lai's place today.&lt;br /&gt;Longgggg tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we got to try three of her desserts :D&lt;br /&gt;Chen test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, i dont know a shit ):&lt;br /&gt;And i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;But well, my motive here is to tell people that there's show tmr.&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm freaking going to scold PHUA CHENG YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you may say it's childish and all to scold him over such a small thing.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, how would you have felt.&lt;br /&gt;If you spent a long while thinking of what to give a friend on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And some bitch ass just freaking say out everything.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i shall chill.&lt;br /&gt;Urghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've got the feeling that you've been lying to me all this while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Time to tell the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-6640828216166833313?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/6640828216166833313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/67.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6640828216166833313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6640828216166833313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/67.html' title='#67'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-3038470233837200917</id><published>2010-04-21T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:46:29.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#66</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S88BjLZlN1I/AAAAAAAAA5A/M0gpg85Weoc/s1600/tumblr_kws34rrTNA1qzr04eo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462586576890836818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S88BjLZlN1I/AAAAAAAAA5A/M0gpg85Weoc/s400/tumblr_kws34rrTNA1qzr04eo1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nothing's going right, and i dont like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MELISSA MOK :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know i'm not the first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause you know, it's the thought that counts :DD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time flies yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been 3 years plus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew i'd meet a friend like you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who never fails to be there when i cried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(True enough, you've always been the one by my side when i cried in school)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And for that, i really thank you a lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause if it havent been for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may not have understood so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You seem to understand everything,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even without me having to say a word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i'm touched for that. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four years in the same class.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not everyone gets to enjoy being in the same class with their friends for this long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i'm lucky yeah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know we did many stupid things together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But those were truly fun times :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking back, i wouldnt mind if someone were to invent a time machine and take us back to the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sounds like some love letter contents:B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heh (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We may be single.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i'm sure, we're as strong as anyone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let's not get affected by anything kay :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nomatter what happens, i'll be there :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lastly, we gotta work hard for our o's (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-3038470233837200917?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/3038470233837200917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/66.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/3038470233837200917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/3038470233837200917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/66.html' title='#66'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S88BjLZlN1I/AAAAAAAAA5A/M0gpg85Weoc/s72-c/tumblr_kws34rrTNA1qzr04eo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-5057301613458379848</id><published>2010-04-20T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:47:20.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#65</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S82wJvVR7sI/AAAAAAAAA4o/sCH0cohLYAw/s1600/tumblr_kutd2lKqAa1qa5i73o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462215604441312962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S82wJvVR7sI/AAAAAAAAA4o/sCH0cohLYAw/s400/tumblr_kutd2lKqAa1qa5i73o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A maths test was screwed.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to b screwing more and more things.&lt;br /&gt;So much so that i'm getting pissed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;For all carelessmistakes and stupidmistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I swear for every such mistake i make in o levels, i'll starve for 1 meal &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;Hmpffff, angry with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting better.&lt;br /&gt;But i can still feel something's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Just that i dont dare to ask.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Why isit that, nothing seems to be going right.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what i must do, to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe there's no time for regrets in life.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no point in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;Angeline, it's time to stop being naive and learn how to move ahead.&lt;br /&gt;You're not supposed to turn back.&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;In life, there's no such thing called 'miracles'.&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, what's gone is gone.&lt;br /&gt;And things can never be like before.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard you try,&lt;br /&gt;It wont be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;No point getting sad.&lt;br /&gt;You know you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;'cause maybe there's nothing wrong with life like that.&lt;br /&gt;Even if there is,&lt;br /&gt;You're not supposed to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;'cause you're sick of life like that.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's perfect in life.&lt;br /&gt;And not all things go your way.&lt;br /&gt;No point hoping for what,&lt;br /&gt;You know will never happen.&lt;br /&gt;Keep yourself numb.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll soon forget all.&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/6476826405706835508-5057301613458379848?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/5057301613458379848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/65.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5057301613458379848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5057301613458379848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/65.html' title='#65'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S82wJvVR7sI/AAAAAAAAA4o/sCH0cohLYAw/s72-c/tumblr_kutd2lKqAa1qa5i73o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-3771079599878995194</id><published>2010-04-19T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:49:00.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#64</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something was amissed right from the start of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Just that i failed to realised.&lt;br /&gt;And i didnt know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;It was so sudden&lt;br /&gt;That i didnt have time to react.&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing i could do, was to cry with him.&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen him that way.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe once, 6 years back.&lt;br /&gt;But if even i didnt have the power to make him like that.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the fucking idiot that made him like that.&lt;br /&gt;I swear i wont forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;And i may not know the story.&lt;br /&gt;But one day, i'll put all the bits and pieces together, and i'll tell you, i know why.&lt;br /&gt;And it hurt a lot to see him like that.&lt;br /&gt;And i never knew he was putting up this strong front before me.&lt;br /&gt;And i feeling so guilty, for failing to realise.&lt;br /&gt;You cried harder than the way i ever cried.&lt;br /&gt;And i know, things aint as simple as what i thought.&lt;br /&gt;But you dont know how much it hurts to realise,&lt;br /&gt;You've been pretending you're alright,&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep me going, just so i wont worry.&lt;br /&gt;And im sorry, for never knowing.&lt;br /&gt;And taking everything for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Really terrible.&lt;br /&gt;And this crying wouldnt stop.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not prepared for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Not in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And this crying to stop, before i get puffy eyes tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I believe tomorrow will be better.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just naive to think that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll stay strong, so must you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-3771079599878995194?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/3771079599878995194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/64.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/3771079599878995194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/3771079599878995194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/64.html' title='#64'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7032502402663840997</id><published>2010-04-18T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:43:24.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#63</title><content type='html'>I've not studied for ss.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont wanna F9 it again ):&lt;br /&gt;I shall stdy from 9.30 pm onward till i finish what i need to do.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if there's any homework.&lt;br /&gt;I only know i didnt do a shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling hard with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;And play seems like my priority.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whatever, i dont feel like blogging further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope you can stop being sad and cheer up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It feels like , i've never really seen you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And i really want you to be happy very badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, very badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Many people worry when you're sad , you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You've got so much more than many others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You should be contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We all need you and dont want you to be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's just that you thought we didnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you should cheer up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause when you're sad, people around you will also be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont know how to cheer you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I only know, i want to see you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wont cry over your words anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'cause maybe there's no point in doing so anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for pissing you off all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7032502402663840997?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7032502402663840997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/63.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7032502402663840997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7032502402663840997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/63.html' title='#63'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-1918602168721044439</id><published>2010-04-17T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:48:32.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#62</title><content type='html'>Busy day !&lt;br /&gt;Was late for tuition cause i missed all my buses and waited 15 minutes for the next one ):&lt;br /&gt;Dad fetched me to dental thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin followed :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to Thomson plaza so i could get my stuffs from popular.&lt;br /&gt;Then bought KFC home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And her i am feeling guilty cause i havent touch my books for the whole of today ):&lt;br /&gt;And my teeth is hurting from the rubberband-ing ):&lt;br /&gt;So i'm trying to spend all my time sleeping to not feel it.&lt;br /&gt;And i think i'm making no sense.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Bye, i'm out of this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;Missing who i thought you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;The one whom i didnt expect to hurt me this deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;But, it's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-1918602168721044439?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/1918602168721044439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/62.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1918602168721044439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1918602168721044439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/62.html' title='#62'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-1133921894987656880</id><published>2010-04-16T18:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:04:50.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#61</title><content type='html'>I'm here to tell the world that,&lt;br /&gt;Till now, my results are greattttt ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thou it's only a few papers, but i aced it all except english.&lt;br /&gt;I suck at english.&lt;br /&gt;We all know that. ):&lt;br /&gt;English speech writing : 18/30. (B4)&lt;br /&gt;E maths : 22/25 (A1)&lt;br /&gt;Physics : 22.5/25 (A1)&lt;br /&gt;Mother tongue : 82/100 (a1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The spoiler subject, as always , is geog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont study for it, and i'm always getting D7, E8, F9 ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partly cause it's ismail teaching.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone who is so not interesting,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So argumentative,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With high ego,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking she's always right,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And will never give in, DESPITE THE FACT THAT THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS SHE'S IN THE WRONG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loser-ish act, aint it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think the awesome thing is that,&lt;br /&gt;recently, me and jaekyung keep getting same marks for commom tests :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths - same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physics - Difference by half a mark.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i like it.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause his results is always good.&lt;br /&gt;And i like it when we study maths together.&lt;br /&gt;Cause apparently, he teaches me the questions i dont know,&lt;br /&gt;And i teach him those that he dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;I still remember us studying together for the physics test during Mrs ong's maths lesson :B&lt;br /&gt;I hope mrs ong dont read this :xx&lt;br /&gt;We only did it once, and it's just 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, we finished our work before doing so :D&lt;br /&gt;I think the QA we had before our test really helped and that was how we did it :D&lt;br /&gt;We gotta all do well for o levels,4/3! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the day : shuhui thought that food can produce music :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something;s wrong today.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont know what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I cant fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's something bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont know what, aint i cant get it out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;I.NEED.HELP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-1133921894987656880?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/1133921894987656880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/61.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1133921894987656880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1133921894987656880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/61.html' title='#61'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-3437978679189527052</id><published>2010-04-15T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:31:25.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#60</title><content type='html'>Omg, this stupid thing happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SudieArguincuran@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;angeline says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SudieArguincuran@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;hey cutie pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;angeline says:&lt;br /&gt;HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SudieArguincuran@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm 22/f your a male right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;angeline says:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SudieArguincuran@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;nice, I just got off work and finally got some time to relax which site did i msg you from again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;angeline says:&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SudieArguincuran@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;I am a little busy right now, i have some new pics that i'd like u to see, but i'd rather you see me on cam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;angeline says:&lt;br /&gt;It's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SudieArguincuran@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;do you cam? Well i don't do yahoo cam or any other cam because i have been recorded before... But i do know one site you can watch me on cam, that assures me no one records...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;angeline says:&lt;br /&gt;I dont cam&lt;br /&gt;I think it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SudieArguincuran@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;I mean... Do you want to see me on my cam? IT'S A NEW SITE THAT IM ON, ITS AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;angeline says:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, IM TRYING TO SAY IM NOT INTERESTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SudieArguincuran@hotmail.com says:&lt;br /&gt;Ok go to http://www.freecamlink.net/a5yqc and click click accept on the left side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;angeline says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;Red : sick ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-3437978679189527052?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/3437978679189527052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/60.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/3437978679189527052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/3437978679189527052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/60.html' title='#60'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-6276522708256779028</id><published>2010-04-15T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:00:31.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#59</title><content type='html'>2.4 NAPFA GIVES ME MORE STRESS THAN A COMMON TEST.&lt;br /&gt;It's true ok, dont laugh :x&lt;br /&gt;But my timing was alright for my standard. :D&lt;br /&gt;I seriously lost count of the round :/&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing was that i walked for 1.5 rounds ^^&lt;br /&gt;Yay. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Best 2.4 (:&lt;br /&gt;But after that i got a really bad headache. ):&lt;br /&gt;And it's still hurting now,&lt;br /&gt;despite the fact that i ate panadols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANYWAY, THANKS ZP FOR THE PANADOL!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really needed it a lot lur.&lt;br /&gt;This weather have been giving me a lotlotlot of headache ):&lt;br /&gt;I dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i think i'll be down with high fever tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i stood under the rain for 5 minutes after NAPFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OH, THANKS PUIPUI'S DADDY FOR FETCHING ME HOME :DD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make this post short cause i'm kind of hungry :x&lt;br /&gt;Take care all, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What you said last night got me thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And today, i tried to face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And i know, i have to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That place dont belong to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would miss it, but i would choose to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-6276522708256779028?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/6276522708256779028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/59.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6276522708256779028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6276522708256779028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/59.html' title='#59'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-1216892740633021741</id><published>2010-04-14T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:25:57.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#58</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;#3 When she says it’s over, she still wants you to be hers.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Brenda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour contacts or?&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want it.&lt;br /&gt;But on and off, there's so many people telling me the bad points.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm kind of afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Should i or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eitherway, we pissed mrs ong off today :B&lt;br /&gt;Cause we keep asking her stupid questions :x&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After maths remedial, went out with huiting, shuhui and dinosaur sis(huiting, make sure your sis reads this :D)&lt;br /&gt;Went to cut fringe.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, now it's kuku :x&lt;br /&gt;Then we met mrs ong and miss lee.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for them at the elevator,&lt;br /&gt;She keep giving us her look. :B&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to explain.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, her look :x&lt;br /&gt;Then went to buy &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; birthday present :D&lt;br /&gt;I think it's an awesome gift :x&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, home-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A, you dont have to do so much for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At the end of the day, you wont get anything you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, you're rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But so what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've never wanted to marry a rich guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, you know, at the end of the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you aint getting anything from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Seriously, i mean it, nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont need the most expensive gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont, not anything from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If i needed you, it'd have been long ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You dont know me, do you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll tell you, imma BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, a fcuking bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You dont need someone like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause you deserve someone better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've got someone else on mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And even if, i dont like anyone right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It wouldnt be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And infact, never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Take it as i'm pleasing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stop contacting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause it's irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's much appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But well, i'm starting to be afraid of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been avoiding you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And i hope you get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-1216892740633021741?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/1216892740633021741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/58.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1216892740633021741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1216892740633021741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/58.html' title='#58'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7901096371939716268</id><published>2010-04-13T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:28:46.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#57</title><content type='html'>I swear i'm so super duper unhappy right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have moodswings, so what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, biology test is just someting that's so effing irritating.&lt;br /&gt;And it turns me off (sounds sick)&lt;br /&gt;But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt study meiosis.&lt;br /&gt;And all i ever knew was that:&lt;br /&gt;(a) homozygous dominant x homozygous recessive : all dominant traits.&lt;br /&gt;(b) hetrozygous x hetrozygous : 3 dominant : 1 recessive.&lt;br /&gt;(c) Homozygous x hetrozygous : 50% each.&lt;br /&gt;But ohwell, i never really did well for bio.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, i dont exactly consider using it as one of my r4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Secondly, someone pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's the wrong way to phrase it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed after finding out that person effing lied so much.&lt;br /&gt;To think i trusted you kay.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if i was stupid or what.&lt;br /&gt;But well, now i know how much you've been hiding.&lt;br /&gt;A'lil too much uh.&lt;br /&gt;And i aint forgiving you for those lies.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i would.&lt;br /&gt;But not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, i'm vexed over some stuffs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, aint gonna think so much.&lt;br /&gt;What's done is done and i declare it over.&lt;br /&gt;Aint going to get affected by those little insignificant things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;They're just so not worthy.&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta blame myself for being so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But, i wont anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7901096371939716268?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7901096371939716268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/57.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7901096371939716268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7901096371939716268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/57.html' title='#57'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-8991265358096760981</id><published>2010-04-12T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:00:00.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#56</title><content type='html'>I declare that i'm 100% failing my geog test. :D&lt;br /&gt;But dont worry guys, im not sad.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i didnt study! :DD&lt;br /&gt;The paper was 15 marks and i really had nothing to do so i just chose the 7 marks question to do.&lt;br /&gt;And i wrote absolute nonsense (:&lt;br /&gt;Say i'm coooooool! :B&lt;br /&gt;Physics tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Can't really afford to fail thou.&lt;br /&gt;Traumatised by eoy`09's results :x&lt;br /&gt;But i havent started preparing for MYE, Have you?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you havent ! :B&lt;br /&gt;I just finish rushing out my discursive writing.&lt;br /&gt;And im proud of myself cause i completed it in less than 20 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;It may not be a good writing but i did try :D&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Dark circles got me paranoid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-8991265358096760981?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/8991265358096760981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/56.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/8991265358096760981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/8991265358096760981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/56.html' title='#56'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-284582601470027579</id><published>2010-04-10T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:57:15.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#55</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;STEAMBOAT DINNER WITH PEEPO I ♥♥♥&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome i guess.&lt;br /&gt;For the fact that we havent been like that together for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I was still hapily sleeping till Cheecheng called.&lt;br /&gt;Then Darren said he wanted to wear a vest and it looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;And he &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kindly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; asked me to dress weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;As a good good friend, i agreed :/&lt;br /&gt;And so, i really dressed weirdly:x&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing was that,&lt;br /&gt;I met people i knew :x&lt;br /&gt;Had phototaking sesson thereafter.:D&lt;br /&gt;But, photos aint that great :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;We shall meet up again sooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, i actually mixed up my dental appt.&lt;br /&gt;It's next week, not today :/&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get why people leave numbers on facebook asking you to text them.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do i get why perverts like to add people on MSN, telling them about some sick stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Dont they have better things to do?&lt;br /&gt;Get a life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must MUG.&lt;br /&gt;I must become a MUGGER.&lt;br /&gt;Thou i know it's pretty impossible.&lt;br /&gt;'cause that's not me.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not Gary.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;(Gary, come read this part :B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of tests up next week.&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Geography.&lt;br /&gt;(I dont know what chapter)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - physics, biology.&lt;br /&gt;Others, i forgot :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Somehow, i'm still hoping like one day you'd tell me you still need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And i dont know why the hell im feeling like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-284582601470027579?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/284582601470027579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/55.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/284582601470027579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/284582601470027579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/55.html' title='#55'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-238808685006719916</id><published>2010-04-09T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:28:06.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#54</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I know you love me, and i dont hate you.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, i aint some puppet or what for you to control my life and all.&lt;br /&gt;I have my own life, my own attitude.&lt;br /&gt;And i want my things to go my way.&lt;br /&gt;I wont listen to others just because they think what im doing is wrong and i've got to folow their way.&lt;br /&gt;I have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;And my choice is to remain the way i am.&lt;br /&gt;I know my attitude sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I know it well.&lt;br /&gt;And i know i've changed.&lt;br /&gt;Im no longer the girl who does everything you want me to.&lt;br /&gt;And im sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the tone i used on you.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry for evrything i've done to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;But well, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;And if you push me so hard,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just leave and live on my own.&lt;br /&gt;It's fine with me, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;You dont know how much i wish to stay with JA and dont come back.&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what's going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;And you're so not going to know what makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;But all you have to know is,&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for the attitude.&lt;br /&gt;And im even more sorry that i cant change.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm still missing you a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But im not going to do anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-238808685006719916?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/238808685006719916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/54.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/238808685006719916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/238808685006719916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/54.html' title='#54'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-4282849026379395243</id><published>2010-04-06T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:10:58.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#53</title><content type='html'>I finished my 140 word touching story today.&lt;br /&gt;That's all i did during AP.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;Asked qianyi to help me see if it's touching enough.&lt;br /&gt;She and wenting both said that it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;I'll share my story here.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, before that, i'm not good at narratives.&lt;br /&gt;That's why i'm always going for expository.&lt;br /&gt;But please, keep your comments to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I dont need them.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you truly mean me good.&lt;br /&gt;You should get it that it's hell hard to write a touching story with 140 words!&lt;br /&gt;If you can do it, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;I admire you.&lt;br /&gt;But if you aint capable of that, the dont pass comments.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i can say it out loud,&lt;br /&gt;THAT I AINT CAPAPBLE OF DOING SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the story.(Direct translate :B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dad, where's mom" , Xiaoli asked softly. (Cause she didnt have the energy).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She didnt get any reply from her dad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One week ago, xiaoli met with a car accident and it hit affected one of her eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It pains her mom to see her like that and the mom requested for her eye to be donated to xiaoli.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, her mom never got to come out of the operating theatre alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thereafter, the nurse told xiaoli and her dad that before her mom passed away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She told her to tell them not to be sad over her death as she'd be loving them wherever she is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's sorry for not being able to do her part as a wife and a mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although she's no longer here, her eye will always represent her as a part of you and she'll enjoy the world together with you, with that eye in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The setting of my story is in Korea. So dont tell me it's illogical.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's maths test wasnt exactly easy.&lt;br /&gt;Thou they all told me it was.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe i'm dumb.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nolonger seating with Derek ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-4282849026379395243?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/4282849026379395243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/53.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/4282849026379395243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/4282849026379395243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/53.html' title='#53'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-6991149431983743880</id><published>2010-04-04T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:25:48.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#52</title><content type='html'>Yay, i'm feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;For today at least (:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause of the rain.&lt;br /&gt;My mood's much better with the rain around.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or somewhat like that luh.&lt;br /&gt;Can't be bothered to explain.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause i like the sound the rain makes when it touches the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe cause it seems to bring all away along with it.&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt matter. :DD&lt;br /&gt;I've not done anything for the past three days.&lt;br /&gt;And tancheecheng bluffed me about studying together.&lt;br /&gt;When i brought books to her house,&lt;br /&gt;she asked me to go see some volunteer sign up thing ._.&lt;br /&gt;See la, cheecheng, if i fail, your bad!! :B&lt;br /&gt;Speech writing test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I should work hard.&lt;br /&gt;Cant afford to fail my english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S I totally detests people who act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let me tell you, i look down on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-6991149431983743880?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/6991149431983743880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/52.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6991149431983743880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6991149431983743880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/52.html' title='#52'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-5906055027578059903</id><published>2010-04-03T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:16:42.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#51</title><content type='html'>I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it&lt;br /&gt;.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND I FUCKING DONT GET IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 words say it all.&lt;br /&gt;That's all that has been running through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;You got to fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S I dont like facebook messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Including pests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-5906055027578059903?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/5906055027578059903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/51.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5906055027578059903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5906055027578059903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/51.html' title='#51'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-5675178399195790533</id><published>2010-04-02T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:35:05.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#50</title><content type='html'>Quarrelled like mad with mom today.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to stop talking so i went to bed right after we quarrelled.&lt;br /&gt;And, i slept for 3 sweet hours :D&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i did today,&lt;br /&gt;Was the tuition homework for tomorrow :/&lt;br /&gt;I feel so slack.&lt;br /&gt;Keep telling myself,&lt;br /&gt;Angeline needs to study.&lt;br /&gt;But eventually,&lt;br /&gt;I just keep sleeping, playing and all :/&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, i don't like the way i procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;When i kNow that there's something impt for me &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But well.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna care for now (:&lt;br /&gt;Dad's so busy with work that he wont be able to fetch me tmr ):&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, i dont know how to go home from there ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stay strong, cousin (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-5675178399195790533?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/5675178399195790533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/50.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5675178399195790533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5675178399195790533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/50.html' title='#50'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7814511674553462208</id><published>2010-04-02T09:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:01:50.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#49</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#394858;"&gt;“Fear is stronger than love. Trust nobody.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricked Shuhui today?&lt;br /&gt;The other plan failed cause the sticky pad wasnt sticky enough to stick on our uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Class drama was alright.&lt;br /&gt;But the endings were kinda abrupt.&lt;br /&gt;But, guess the audience response was great.&lt;br /&gt;But, why should i care, since it's not my class :B&lt;br /&gt;ButBut, i suck at differentiation of trigo functions.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know a shit.&lt;br /&gt;I only know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cos x = -sin x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sin x = cos x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tan x = sec(square) x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed my English oral ):&lt;br /&gt;Mine was like damn short :/&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home and went for mrs lai's tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Joked a lot (:&lt;br /&gt;Kinda coooooool :B&lt;br /&gt;Shuhui and i found a new toy :BB&lt;br /&gt;Heh :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been trying hard, dont you get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That i'm tired of running and chasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But after a hardcore crying last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I aint going to remain like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause i dont see the point anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Infact, i dont know what exactly do i still want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When i see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just feel like crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont know why either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But perhaps cause you've let me down too many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And this aint brin me anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've got to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause we all know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's no point holding on to something that's never meant to be yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause i wont ever be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont know what's on your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But i'm going to let myself be jealous no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Infact, i wish i couldnt feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7814511674553462208?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7814511674553462208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/49.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7814511674553462208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7814511674553462208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/04/49.html' title='#49'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-4503748597257444058</id><published>2010-03-31T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:07:49.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#48</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S7M9O4egG7I/AAAAAAAAA4g/Fre2UCaR2_8/s1600/tumblr_ktr1v6UlBp1qzwaddo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454770899563584434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S7M9O4egG7I/AAAAAAAAA4g/Fre2UCaR2_8/s400/tumblr_ktr1v6UlBp1qzwaddo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not feeling good, are you?&lt;br /&gt;I need a quite and carefree life,&lt;br /&gt;not a messed up one like this.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt ask for it to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it happened to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;Things are bugging me real bad.&lt;br /&gt;And it keeps me awake all night long.&lt;br /&gt;I cant forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;When it all happened so suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;And i didnt know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;And i was lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;When you're just 7, barely knowing anything.&lt;br /&gt;Just having simple and naive thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;And that short little you,&lt;br /&gt;Standing by the window crying,&lt;br /&gt;Look out of the window and praying hard that everything's going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that there was this super natural power,&lt;br /&gt;That will make everything ok.&lt;br /&gt;And that you could stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;To have your heart sink right to the bottom,&lt;br /&gt;When your nearly lost someone this close.&lt;br /&gt;When the doctors told you,&lt;br /&gt;They were trying their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;To wait anxiously outside,&lt;br /&gt;When everything around you suddenly became so quiet,&lt;br /&gt;And you could hear the "Tick tock" sound your watch makes,&lt;br /&gt;And waiting for the time to pass by,&lt;br /&gt;And every minute felt like a hundred years,&lt;br /&gt;And you had to wait for 7hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;to know that your heart aint that strong,&lt;br /&gt;And you nolonger feel it inside,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're already numb to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought all's going to be over,&lt;br /&gt;It repeats itself all over again.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing was,&lt;br /&gt;you went throught it thrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;When everyone is celebrating new year,&lt;br /&gt;And you're hoping this aint the last.&lt;br /&gt;And that everyone would still be here,&lt;br /&gt;together,&lt;br /&gt;for this next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so much fear inside,&lt;br /&gt;When you can't be sure that tomorrow will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;And that anytime soon,&lt;br /&gt;It's not going to be complete anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;When the one you love so much,&lt;br /&gt;Left without a word.&lt;br /&gt;And you've got so much to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;But never got the chance again.&lt;br /&gt;And the main thing was,&lt;br /&gt;You didnt get to see her breathe her last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is driving me mad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still smiling, not cause i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;But because, i dont want to explain.&lt;br /&gt;And i dont want to tell everyone how i felt deepdeep inside.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i'm feeling real bad,&lt;br /&gt;And i dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;You people, just dont know how lucky you are.&lt;br /&gt;And i wished i was equally lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I needed you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right here by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-4503748597257444058?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/4503748597257444058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/48.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/4503748597257444058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/4503748597257444058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/48.html' title='#48'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S7M9O4egG7I/AAAAAAAAA4g/Fre2UCaR2_8/s72-c/tumblr_ktr1v6UlBp1qzwaddo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-6504046557955840507</id><published>2010-03-28T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:04:08.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#47</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453669406475497618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S69Tbi9jMJI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/6Z5YCE-Ofew/s400/img-thing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Insomnia's getting me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sleep at 11.&lt;br /&gt;But i watched the minute hand shifting abit by abit.&lt;br /&gt;And it got me crazy when i realised the hour hand was at two,&lt;br /&gt;And i'm fcuking awake.&lt;br /&gt;When i had to wake up at 6 sharp.&lt;br /&gt;Things are driving me fcuking crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I spend hours night long to think through so much.&lt;br /&gt;And the bet damned thing that happened to me was that i couldnt even control my brain.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it wouldnt listen when i said, STOP THINKING AND GET TO BED.&lt;br /&gt;And it's oh-so-fcuking-fooking-freaking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i end up sleeping so little that i start to get sleepy in class.&lt;br /&gt;I.SERIOUSLY.NEED.SLEEPING.PILLS.&lt;br /&gt;It used to be so easy to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;But now, it takes me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests up next week.&lt;br /&gt;And im not prepared :/&lt;br /&gt;I shall try and study tmr (:&lt;br /&gt;Homeworks undone. :&lt;br /&gt;I will try and get it done in the morning tmr :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And i dont know how to say 'goodbye'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When things come and go so sudden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And you dont even realise that your dream has ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And you never knew it was a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Till you find out many days later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And you realise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's.too.late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I used to look forward to tomorrows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause i believed it'd be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Muchmuch better, i thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But now, i wish it never comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause i dont even know how to get through tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know how it feels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sure you dont :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Many things to say. But not tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-6504046557955840507?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/6504046557955840507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/47.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6504046557955840507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6504046557955840507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/47.html' title='#47'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S69Tbi9jMJI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/6Z5YCE-Ofew/s72-c/img-thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7756839448711238383</id><published>2010-03-27T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:39:29.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#46</title><content type='html'>Short post cause i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Paying respects tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda running short of time ):&lt;br /&gt;And, know what?&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen my brother for two days.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we live under the same roof.&lt;br /&gt;But well, just didnt get to see him for two days ):&lt;br /&gt;I need a BIGBIG hug from him thou :x&lt;br /&gt;Cause of everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tests up next week.&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me if i've studied.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i can tell you straight in the face,&lt;br /&gt;HELL.NO.&lt;br /&gt;Short enough.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont know what i want anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7756839448711238383?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7756839448711238383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/46.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7756839448711238383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7756839448711238383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/46.html' title='#46'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-2470274486938681108</id><published>2010-03-26T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:27:47.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#45</title><content type='html'>Many many things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to spray water at jaekyung but ended up getting sprayed.&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to play outside class so as not to get the class wet.&lt;br /&gt;Then, while he was running and i was chasing, Mrs Ong appeared. (Maths lesson time)&lt;br /&gt;We were like oops.&lt;br /&gt;He ran in to the guys toilet, i went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mrs ong came in and kinda reprimanded us for doing stupid things :BB&lt;br /&gt;Then she said many funny things too (Inside joke) :D&lt;br /&gt;Kids nowadays are getting smarter eh.&lt;br /&gt;Vectors are giving me loads of question marks.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you,&lt;br /&gt;I dont like it cause i dont know how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a loser.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, my life, my rights (:&lt;br /&gt;Out with huiting and co afterschool.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You dont have to be sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause i never needed an apology all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never regretted and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And yeah, i never knew what was going on thou, Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just feeling kinda lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Doesnt matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dont get why it bothers me so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Much less why do i still care so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-2470274486938681108?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/2470274486938681108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/2470274486938681108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/2470274486938681108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/45.html' title='#45'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-4351581937474609223</id><published>2010-03-25T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:28:00.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#44</title><content type='html'>Today kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WENT FOR GEOG REMEDIAL TODAY YOU KNOW!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NICE TO ISMAIL RIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;Although i ran off without completing her work. :/&lt;br /&gt;The phone call she had with my mommy was like got damn funny. :B&lt;br /&gt;Heeheehaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, she saw me and she kinda screamed saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Angeline got come for remedial lei, we must go celebrate already"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me damn embarrassed lur ):&lt;br /&gt;But, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Her remedial kinda save me today (:&lt;br /&gt;So i shall be grateful and appreciative ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back result slip and calculated avg.&lt;br /&gt;It's like 58% you know !&lt;br /&gt;I've never got this low &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;And the school looks down on me.&lt;br /&gt;The expected L1R5 is like 12 &gt;&lt; &lt;strong&gt;Hate you, school :x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I kinda gave up trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause you didnt even bother to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You didnt know i tried this hard, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just simply can't bring myself to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please stay, i want you in MY life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It aint a matter of pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But just yet another fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-4351581937474609223?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/4351581937474609223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/44.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/4351581937474609223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/4351581937474609223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/44.html' title='#44'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-1625726031700496685</id><published>2010-03-24T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:18:09.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#43</title><content type='html'>Results slip tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Excited.&lt;/s&gt; NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Today was more or less alright.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm kind of lucky recently.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped remedial on monday but veda didnt like mention my name.&lt;br /&gt;So got away scott free :B&lt;br /&gt;Skipped P.E today.&lt;br /&gt;Mr wong missed out me name either :D&lt;br /&gt;Didnt have to listen to his nags ((:&lt;br /&gt;I've not done my homework due to procrastination :x&lt;br /&gt;I will rush it out in school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about who will entertain me when derek is overseas ):&lt;br /&gt;No one to crap with.&lt;br /&gt;No one to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;No one to share textbooks with.&lt;br /&gt;No one to cheer me up when i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;I will be sad.&lt;br /&gt;6 schooldays you know ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wont post much today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I promise to stop messing your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-1625726031700496685?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/1625726031700496685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/43_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1625726031700496685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1625726031700496685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/43_24.html' title='#43'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-8247315229139073903</id><published>2010-03-23T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:18:10.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#42</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna use the computer after i finish this post.&lt;br /&gt;Cause im suffering from insomnia all night long.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at one one sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;Two on monday night.&lt;br /&gt;And to make it worse,&lt;br /&gt;i've got school in the morning tmr.&lt;br /&gt;And that's somehow why i find it so hard to get myself our of bed :/&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i gonna tuck myself in at ten tonight!&lt;br /&gt;(I hope i will).&lt;br /&gt;Forgot what i wanted to post about.&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping mdm yau would get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Youknow,iwishedthateverysinglepostofyourswasactuallymeantforme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iwishedthatyouwouldtaketheinitiativetotalktomeonline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thereasonwhyi'mgoingonlinethisoftenissimple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Causeiwannatalktoyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Butyeah,i'mstartingtofeelcoldinside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andi'mafraidthati'llmoveonsoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letmeknowwhatyou'rethinking,please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Causeiwannabepartofyourlife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iwannabethereeachtimeyou'redown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tellme,you'venotfallenforsomeoneelse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ireallywish,you'restillrighthere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iknowi'mselfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Butthat'slove,ain'tit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I.promise.that.this.time.round.i'll.change.and.cherish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-8247315229139073903?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/8247315229139073903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/42_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/8247315229139073903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/8247315229139073903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/42_23.html' title='#42'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7424828713894811235</id><published>2010-03-22T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:56:32.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#43</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why did you bear to break me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If only we knew, what's on in life for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If only, everything was stated clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It may not be as exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But we wouldnt have to go through so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe it's through all this that we learn and grow strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But hey, How long more can our heart take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How many times can your heart break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How much tears do you have to shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How much love could you really give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And would you know who's worthy and who's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If only we knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apparently, after everything that happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You would say, you wished you knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But we know, we can never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I keep thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If love was meant to hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why did so many people still fall into it so deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If we knew nothing lasts forever and "Iloveyouforever" never existed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why did we still choose to believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If we knew that love wasnt as simple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why did we take it so simply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But if love was complicated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If we knew the consequences right from the start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why did we still go ahead and do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If that the nature of humans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why were we created like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dont tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we're here just to know how it feels to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me, that's not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you knew you were going to leave the next morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why did you tell me you'd be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you could let go easily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why tell me that you couldnt live without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And why did i believe every word that you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me, i'm the one on your mind all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me, you love me once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me, all you ever need is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me, you want me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me, i'm the only one that makes you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me, you're yourself beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me, you're comfortable by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me, we belong together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tell me, you wont go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7424828713894811235?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7424828713894811235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/43.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7424828713894811235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7424828713894811235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/43.html' title='#43'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7459579539422413153</id><published>2010-03-21T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:10:43.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#42</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451086776350348018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S6YmisAxEvI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nAr71BesY9g/s400/sad,humor,literature,quote,quotes,stencil-391c5afa2addcb10c4f1ba56476bc7ef_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this and think it's touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A girl and guy was riding down the road.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl:(They were speeding over 100km/h) Slow down, I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: No, this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No, it's not. Please slow down, it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I love you.. slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Guy:Now, give me a BIG hug.&lt;br /&gt;(Girl hugs him.)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Can youtake my helmet off and you put it on? It's bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In the papers on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;There's this article saying a motorcycle had crashed into a building cause of break failure.&lt;br /&gt;Two were on it but only one survived.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the truth:&lt;br /&gt;Halfway down the road, the guy realised that his breaks had broke but he didnt want to scare that girl.&lt;br /&gt;So he.. had her say she love him and felt her hug for one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she'd live even thou it meant he would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eitherway, just finished watching the charity show.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad eh.&lt;br /&gt;The poor undergrad who met with car accident overseas.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like being some volunteer there.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see how after o's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7459579539422413153?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7459579539422413153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/42.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7459579539422413153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7459579539422413153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/42.html' title='#42'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S6YmisAxEvI/AAAAAAAAA4I/nAr71BesY9g/s72-c/sad,humor,literature,quote,quotes,stencil-391c5afa2addcb10c4f1ba56476bc7ef_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-5440932428228568371</id><published>2010-03-21T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:26:30.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#41</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Deleted 3 posts and i'm back to public blogging (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at east coast was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Partly cause the weather was great.&lt;br /&gt;but way back home sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the journey was long.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, was listening to music, looking out of the windows, thinking through all.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really down right now.&lt;br /&gt;And i need huiting loads.&lt;br /&gt;She's like my life &lt;strong&gt;♥ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, abit exagerrating but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But the main thing is, i dont even know how to start.&lt;br /&gt;Just so much inside.&lt;br /&gt;But, dont really wanna share too.&lt;br /&gt;Seen some things and kinda hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But aint going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.should.stop.crying.and.prepare.for.school.tmr.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's what i should do.&lt;br /&gt;So i shant post further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your words hurt you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For your info, a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You dont belong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause we're worlds apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And i wished, we both lived on mars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Such that no one could separate us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-5440932428228568371?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/5440932428228568371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/41.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5440932428228568371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5440932428228568371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/41.html' title='#41'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7749499095012465583</id><published>2010-03-17T12:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:22:50.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#34</title><content type='html'>I realised many things today.&lt;br /&gt;1. I forgot all about my sec three work.&lt;br /&gt;2. My room's in some horrendous mess that i get so pissed off when i need to find something.&lt;br /&gt;3. I need some king size bed so that my bolster will not drop onto the floor during midnight.&lt;br /&gt;4. I need a bigger wardrobe cause i seriously dont have enough space.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love big boxes where i cant dump everything inside, without caring cause once it's covered, i'll just dump it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;6. I should stop wasting my money on those useless stuffs cause they're just wasting my limited space.&lt;br /&gt;An the best damned thing is that im having a veryvery bad gastric pain now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, now, while im typing out this whole post, with thhe pain still there.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, im in a super duper foul mood now &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;So i shall stop. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going J8 with mom later to get more of my school things.&lt;br /&gt;I need loads of rest.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So maybe, you're supposed to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And till the day my memory fails, i'm not supposed to forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And you can have my word, that i wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7749499095012465583?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7749499095012465583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7749499095012465583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7749499095012465583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/34.html' title='#34'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-2567317343741983316</id><published>2010-03-16T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:13:55.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#33</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5-QMP4JsII/AAAAAAAAA2g/n6YUZhTAjTs/s1600-h/ZbJpErqW2n9np3syLKb322GFo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449232614236467330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5-QMP4JsII/AAAAAAAAA2g/n6YUZhTAjTs/s200/ZbJpErqW2n9np3syLKb322GFo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; I agree, do you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each day, we're all putting on a pretence so as not to worry others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet, the thing is, you end up pretending so much, that you can't even recognise yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sad, ain't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome day out with huiting.&lt;br /&gt;Stop 1: &lt;a href="mailto:313@somerset"&gt;313@somerset&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Stop 2: Ion orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Stop 3: Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;The long hours of walking got my toes pain ):&lt;br /&gt;But, some photos made it worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Some was really awesome to the max.&lt;br /&gt;Bought my school stuffs from Muji.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously love their things a lot :D&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my money thou.&lt;br /&gt;Gna claimclaimclaim. :B&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;The guy from kikki.K told me he liked my necklace :D&lt;br /&gt;I love it too :B&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.shall.learn.and.try.to.be.a.happy.happy.girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-2567317343741983316?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/2567317343741983316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/2567317343741983316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/2567317343741983316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/33.html' title='#33'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5-QMP4JsII/AAAAAAAAA2g/n6YUZhTAjTs/s72-c/ZbJpErqW2n9np3syLKb322GFo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-5282663808821451019</id><published>2010-03-15T12:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:31:51.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#32</title><content type='html'>Shopping plan with mom cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;She was having a real bad headache ):&lt;br /&gt;Had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nicenice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; with daddy that go me high :B&lt;br /&gt;But ended up getting scolded by mom ):&lt;br /&gt;Shopping date with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;huiting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hehehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Camera, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not on my way yet.&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; having second thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; always like that.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you'd read it. (I guess)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like it that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not having school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least school keeps me busy and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have so much time to think about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe once in awhile, i would stop my school work and write some craps in my foolscap pad for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But well, now the time's a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tootoo&lt;/span&gt; much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the main problem is, when i think of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I end up getting sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no, that's not what i want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know i cant possibly end up being happy in such a short time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; exactly love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But well, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know i love you so much too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i never though it'd be this hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; keeping every single text i had from you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; intend to delete them any time soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe i just wanna keep them for memories sake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe, i cant even bear with them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i want so much for you to be part of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant say i cannot live without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause life goes on whether we like it or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the fact remains that i badly want you here with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were the one who then taught me how to stand up and not let the past bring me down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were the one who taught me to be strong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were the one who made me realise how it felt to be happy again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the one who brought so much joy to my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of a sudden, you're gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i cant adapt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; such a bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;girlf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; deserve you at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe, this is how things were supposed to be just that we complicated them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've done nothing wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just that, you forgot to teach me how to stop, how to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never regretted anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hoping you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; mean so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, when we hold on too tight, we're afraid that the other one would die in our hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when it's too lose, we're hell afraid that it'd go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, what exactly are we supposed to do, to get the best of all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only there was something i could do, to get you back here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only, you were not like the wind that goes before i could even see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only you were something small, that i could keep with me forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; remove this part soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in the case that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; get to read it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it's really fate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-5282663808821451019?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/5282663808821451019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5282663808821451019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5282663808821451019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/32.html' title='#32'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7117695530929409235</id><published>2010-03-14T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:22:42.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5zSl_CXLUI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/wbzmlIKEElo/s1600-h/tumblr_kpjfpyicOF1qzc00lo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448461199229791554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5zSl_CXLUI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/wbzmlIKEElo/s200/tumblr_kpjfpyicOF1qzc00lo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im feeling much better already :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to NUS open house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word, &lt;u&gt;awesome&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a waste if you didnt go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took the chance to tell daddy how much i want to stay in a hostel rather than going home everyday :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then headed to parkwayparade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought some stuffs, mummum-d, left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now im home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw something that kinda hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe not hurt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just that i felt hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a cat lying in pain on the road, coughing blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To whoever that irresponsible driver is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know why you did something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why cant you be more responsible and answer for your actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the veryvery least, carry it up onto the pavement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather than leaving it on the road and risk getting run over by other cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could you run over it and leave just like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wouldnt your conscience bug you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or are you telling the whole world that you dont have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what if it's just a cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's still a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you should treat it like how you treat yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that you conscience will bug you, leaving you sleepless everynight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the day the cat rests in peace, i hope, you will not have a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i dont know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling helpless and loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not knowing where to head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just hurts, a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone, please tell me, that feelings will fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me it well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show me it well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause it just doesnt seem to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how reluctant i am to let it stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You aint bringing me anymore happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, i allow you to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feelings, just go and dont come back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7117695530929409235?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7117695530929409235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7117695530929409235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;No, nothing, not anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and dad fetched me out for breakfast then to school at 6 plus.&lt;br /&gt;Prepare and all till fund fiesta officially started.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much actually.&lt;br /&gt;Darren ordered mac delivery for us cause we were really hungry and desperately finding stuffs to eat :B&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;But i think many teachers are like damn pissed with what we did :x&lt;br /&gt;Esp that karen dont know what :x&lt;br /&gt;Got kinda reprimanded and all.&lt;br /&gt;Still, enjoyed our meal :DD&lt;br /&gt;Then, played poker with darren and co.&lt;br /&gt;Left school at three plus,&lt;br /&gt;Headed to hub to watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;Caught the dumbdumb jack neo show ._.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's one of the worst shows i've ever seen ._.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously suck like hell.&lt;br /&gt;I would only give it a 1/5 rating :/&lt;br /&gt;But well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Dad fetched me home from hub.&lt;br /&gt;Since i was not feeling well,&lt;br /&gt;I just bathed and sleeeeeeeeeeep :D&lt;br /&gt;Feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;But still..&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my knee problem's back again ):&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was alright already since i havent had it for so long.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, i just suddenly couldnt like stand straight on my right leg.&lt;br /&gt;And i had to walk like so handicapped ):&lt;br /&gt;But, it's now alright already.&lt;br /&gt;Think it's really time to get to the doctor already.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm yau's problem started small, from the knee too.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna end up having difficulties moving about in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i should go check up.&lt;br /&gt;(I hope i would go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, maybe it's really like what huiting said.&lt;br /&gt;You did it on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps to piss me or what.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;But, there's no need to.&lt;br /&gt;Cause im trying hard to put them all aside for now.&lt;br /&gt;It may be my loss.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, it already is my loss.&lt;br /&gt;But i really dont have anymore time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;Love aint right for me now, at this point in life.&lt;br /&gt;I-AM-IMMATURE.&lt;br /&gt;I should only have family and study on mind.&lt;br /&gt;I should.&lt;br /&gt;I shall start to hypnotise myself. ):&lt;br /&gt;Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;I mustmustmust get in my vet course.&lt;br /&gt;Or i really dont know what to take anymore ):&lt;br /&gt;Im only interested in the life sciences / technological sciences in poly.&lt;br /&gt;And it's all one digit or 12/13 ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh, someone please.&lt;br /&gt;Give me some IQ and take away all dumbness.&lt;br /&gt;Get me a better brain and all.&lt;br /&gt;I need full distinctions.&lt;br /&gt;It's a need, really ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i should buy loads of vitamins and all.&lt;br /&gt;I should stop getting sick at this impt point.&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong, mentally, physically.&lt;br /&gt;And dont let anyone affect you.&lt;br /&gt;Be it if they're worth or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes, and angeline's finally continuing her diary writing after stpping for two months :BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-3859887956258491270?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/3859887956258491270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/3859887956258491270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/3859887956258491270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/30.html' title='#30'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-1395285972638950341</id><published>2010-03-12T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:07:39.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5oqcXTZN2I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/89tDOqAmqME/s1600-h/9909_01_8584---Winter-trees-with-a-grey-sky_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447713366038099810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5oqcXTZN2I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/89tDOqAmqME/s200/9909_01_8584---Winter-trees-with-a-grey-sky_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The skies above me are grey . grey . still grey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make it worse, ismail had to be THIS sarcastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please lur, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I AINT DOING ANYTHING EVIL OR WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I JUST MERELY CHOSE NOT TO ATTEND YOUR REMEDIAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SO FOR GODNESS SAKE, YOU AND YOU &lt;em&gt;FRIEND&lt;/em&gt; CAN JUST &lt;u&gt;EFFING SHUT YOUR MOUTHS UP.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GET THE FACT RIGHT, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I DONT GIVE A DAMN&lt;/u&gt; ABOUT HOW BADLY YOU THINK MY ATTIDTUDE IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NEITHER WILL I GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHAT YOU AND YOUR FRIEND THINK OF ME :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey you, just because you're my teacher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesnt give you the right to hold control over my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh please, stop telling me students didnt get distinctions just because they didnt attend your remedial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet 9/10 who attended your remedial, still got some B3 or what at the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, if you seriously think im a princess, so be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what if i'm my parent's princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you jealous or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even&lt;u&gt; my parents allow &lt;/u&gt;me not to attend&lt;em&gt;  your &lt;/em&gt;remedials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get this fact alright, even if you were to call them up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;They would still agree&lt;/u&gt; on allowing me to skip &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; remedial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GET IT? TRY IT IF YOU DONT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you, friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What right do you have to question if my parents can opt me out of the remedial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's what ismail always say anyway,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you dont like it, ask your parents to write me a letter and opt you out"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just acting according to her wish, &lt;u&gt;u-n-d-e-r-s-t-a-n-d?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You teachers just refuse to listen to your students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if parents stand out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you even dare to repeat what you said to me today before them?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DARE YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stupid spoilers of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-1395285972638950341?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/1395285972638950341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1395285972638950341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1395285972638950341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/29.html' title='#29'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5oqcXTZN2I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/89tDOqAmqME/s72-c/9909_01_8584---Winter-trees-with-a-grey-sky_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-1561644546667193707</id><published>2010-03-11T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:28:52.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#28</title><content type='html'>It's going to be the holidays soooooon.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, aint it?&lt;br /&gt;But seems so fast:/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just want to declare to the whole world that i love my friends, seating partners and class. (Including some chers :B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love huiting hell alot.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has always been there for me throughout nomatter what.&lt;br /&gt;And it aint easy to find a friend like that!&lt;br /&gt;But dont be jealous cause i've got one. :DD&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that we both would be going to the same school after we graduate.&lt;br /&gt;or i wouldnt know how to survive for the next 2/3 years.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone like her to always be there to listen to all my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt i can find a friend like this again.&lt;br /&gt;And i love her doubly hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Also, i love my current and ex seating partners :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Namely Derek &amp;amp; Irritant (As what mrs ong calls :B) - jaekyung)&lt;br /&gt;They are always bring my joy and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;And by their side, i seem to forget all the unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;They never failed to make me smile during school hours and i really love being their partners.&lt;br /&gt;When im sad, i could actually tell him as well.&lt;br /&gt;Cause he wouldnt exactly like spread and all.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, we shared some secrets and never really hid anything.&lt;br /&gt;We make fun of one another.&lt;br /&gt;But we know it's just a joke.&lt;br /&gt;And we all laugh together (:&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, they're always there to &lt;em&gt;patiently&lt;/em&gt; explain to me each time that stupid brain of mine doesnt understand anything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And of course, i love my class!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun gossiping with jj &amp;amp; co during assembly today :B&lt;br /&gt;Thou it was abit loud :x&lt;br /&gt;I realised, i super love crapping with huiting :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not to forget, mrs ong too!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought she was going to be some super strict teacher.&lt;br /&gt;But her jokes and cute reactions never failed to bring us some joy and laughters even thou we're really stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe im getting better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your words went in for once&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking through my whole secondary school life just now.&lt;br /&gt;And i realise, every single memory means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;And they took up a big part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;I think i gonna procrastinate again :/&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;Hope i'll do my homework by 9 (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-1561644546667193707?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/1561644546667193707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1561644546667193707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1561644546667193707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/28.html' title='#28'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-6249110398321107024</id><published>2010-03-10T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:59:18.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#27</title><content type='html'>I realised i havent been paying attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;I seem like i am.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i've been keeping myself busy.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i should start listening and score! :B&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright,&lt;br /&gt;except for the fact that i feel harrassed by ____ ___.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont like to receive to many texts from someone i dont really like / not exactly keen to continue a conversation with.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst of all is actually people who keep saying things like "Go out with boyf right" Or the like,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to dig some of your private stuffs out.&lt;br /&gt;Get your freaking ass out man.&lt;br /&gt;It just gets on my nerves, trying to explain to you the meaning of Single means single.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Beside's that,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much's exactly happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it's also a type of blessing.&lt;br /&gt;I should cheer up and stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;I should, i must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And i aint gonna disappoint anyone!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now,&lt;br /&gt;Guess im most worried about yau.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Shant elaborate much.&lt;br /&gt;All that's happening is making me cry everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this fucked up life.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh shit.&lt;br /&gt;Holy mama.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever scoldings you can think of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-6249110398321107024?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/6249110398321107024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6249110398321107024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6249110398321107024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/27.html' title='#27'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-323675666571665807</id><published>2010-03-09T17:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:53:58.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5Yn4vUcG2I/AAAAAAAAA2I/b972zM3gF8w/s1600-h/SDC11443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446584655079545698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5Yn4vUcG2I/AAAAAAAAA2I/b972zM3gF8w/s200/SDC11443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5Ym1U7FRqI/AAAAAAAAA1w/D0qWB2QWoh4/s1600-h/SDC11347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446583496942634658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5Ym1U7FRqI/AAAAAAAAA1w/D0qWB2QWoh4/s200/SDC11347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5Ym0agoTxI/AAAAAAAAA1g/JGY6l6WBIVU/s1600-h/SDC11437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446583481262427922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5Ym0agoTxI/AAAAAAAAA1g/JGY6l6WBIVU/s200/SDC11437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5Ym06_55rI/AAAAAAAAA1o/iT_xIV1iK8E/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446583489983538866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5Ym06_55rI/AAAAAAAAA1o/iT_xIV1iK8E/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5YmzuzuudI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Lep32oGp9UY/s1600-h/SDC11181.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5YnbCt5NWI/AAAAAAAAA2A/t8woDDPHnJ0/s1600-h/SDC11449.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Headache . Heartache . Everything and anything ):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my class.&lt;br /&gt;They are the ones that are making me smile :D&lt;br /&gt;Today, i was like telling them "Heyhey, yesterday i was at facebook the i saw _________________!"&lt;br /&gt;Jiejing&amp;amp;Wenting " Omg! Who?! "&lt;br /&gt;Me " I dont know. "&lt;br /&gt;Huiting " Oh, yesterday i also saw ______________________!"&lt;br /&gt;Jiejing/Wenting/Alyssa "Omg!!!! Wtf'"&lt;br /&gt;Hahahas, the conversation was really nice :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To protect identities, names shall not be mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had maths test.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt know how to do some ):&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine, i'm like so going to fail three or more subjects in just term one!!&lt;br /&gt;Like, what the efffff is happening ):&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could just tear up the report cards when they return.&lt;br /&gt;And i dreamt that i got c6 for my o level english.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA :x&lt;br /&gt;Bio SPA was kinda epic fail :/&lt;br /&gt;Discussed answers with classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Thought i was the only stupid one to write that kind of answer :x&lt;br /&gt;BUTBUT, KOREAN'S ANSWER IS LIKE, ALMOST EXACTLY THE SAME AS MINE!&lt;br /&gt;And im really happy for that :D&lt;br /&gt;After school, went opposite to 215 with mok.&lt;br /&gt;Just to pass I some stuffs and left :D&lt;br /&gt;Although the letter's abit fail, but yup, really did put in effort. :/&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, mean everything i said :/&lt;br /&gt;But obviously, i didnt write everything in lur.&lt;br /&gt;Some things have to be kept within :BB&lt;br /&gt;A/P was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Played some games.&lt;br /&gt;Fun:D&lt;br /&gt;Well, the best thing right now,&lt;br /&gt;I guess its that exams are all over for now :DD&lt;br /&gt;The end . :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my dearest mdm yau, you got to get well soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im so freaking worried about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i want to see you in school!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to get well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay strong and get well soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll always be there for you, like how you've always been there for me &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a fact that i want you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the fact also remains, that i dont know how to face you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're getting on so well without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And i should be happy for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should. I should. I should!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, angeline, you should stop bugging him like as if he's yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause he is not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's time for you to fucking get back to&lt;u&gt; reality!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, i feel like cutting short hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, mixed feelings ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe should just shave all :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-323675666571665807?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/323675666571665807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/323675666571665807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/323675666571665807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/26.html' title='#26'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5Yn4vUcG2I/AAAAAAAAA2I/b972zM3gF8w/s72-c/SDC11443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7405633331582324814</id><published>2010-03-07T11:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:38:35.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5MbJF_GKoI/AAAAAAAAA1I/dMqbjMxTpBw/s1600-h/imagesCACB8LWF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445726217460656770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5MbJF_GKoI/AAAAAAAAA1I/dMqbjMxTpBw/s200/imagesCACB8LWF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See that, at the end of the day, it still withers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how hard you try to bring it back alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It cant return to its original state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's just a natural process i guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or maybe its just a matter of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A long lifespan, or a short one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe we have no control over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It also depends on the amount of determination and effort you put into caring for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just wanna say, i want to go MIA! :BB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh, shall not use the computer after i shut off all the way till tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;predict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that many bio students are now mugging hard for their SPA test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall do so too, this afternoon :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall put behind all the unhappiness and live on well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll show you all, i can survive on &lt;u&gt;my own&lt;/u&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two time's enough to cost me my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A four letter word, with loads of meaning within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I aint going to let that word touch or hurt me again :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The earth does not stop revolving because i'm sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things go on as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears wont be the reason to hold me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gonna move ahead with a bigbig smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I know, sometimes, it's really easy to say.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:kristen itc;font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-I'll try i guess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end it, i shall be happy like the photo below :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445727221896307602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5McDjzN45I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Gaso5s-Mgxw/s200/SDC11277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7405633331582324814?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7405633331582324814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7405633331582324814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7405633331582324814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/25.html' title='#25'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S5MbJF_GKoI/AAAAAAAAA1I/dMqbjMxTpBw/s72-c/imagesCACB8LWF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-6771016994852716005</id><published>2010-03-06T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:29:08.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#24</title><content type='html'>I've got a lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;But since its so late, shall just type out abit.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with CC for study date.&lt;br /&gt;Started off well.&lt;br /&gt;But ended up giving up.&lt;br /&gt;I hate AMATHS! ):&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i wanna drop all the subjects :/&lt;br /&gt;Went for a movie after we met up with huiting.&lt;br /&gt;(Dear John)&lt;br /&gt;I still find it pretty touching leh.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why either :x&lt;br /&gt;Home-d.&lt;br /&gt;Waned to skip dinner.&lt;br /&gt;But was hungry in the end :B&lt;br /&gt;Mom whipped up some dishes for me.&lt;br /&gt;You're awesome, mom &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously, you got me thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I doubt you need me anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i've no idea what's the next step.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You claimed you'd keep your promises.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet, you broke me like nobody's business.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But yeah, this aint to make you guilty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont blame you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess it's really my fault.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gnight :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-6771016994852716005?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/6771016994852716005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6771016994852716005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/6771016994852716005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/24.html' title='#24'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7153731614959171526</id><published>2010-03-05T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:43:28.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#23</title><content type='html'>The start of 2010 aint fruitful ):&lt;br /&gt;Term one's coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;And im more than a step closer to o.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i wish to tell the school,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, opt me out, i'll take it next year"&lt;br /&gt;Im just not ready for it luh.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, im so unwilling to give up play and all to study.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i cant make that sacrification.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like the fact that everyone around me is like mugging so hard yet im still so relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;I know i aint taking my studies seriously.&lt;br /&gt;But well, it's really a chore to me.&lt;br /&gt;I havent been doing well for the whole of term one.&lt;br /&gt;If you even try and take a look at my common test results,&lt;br /&gt;I swear, you'd want to jump down the buiding if you're my teacher :/&lt;br /&gt;I kow i havent been working hard.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's really sickening that each day before your sleep,&lt;br /&gt;You recall the number of tests lining up for you day after day.&lt;br /&gt;I ait even confident of passing my o levels right now!&lt;br /&gt;And the course im interested is like some single digit scores.&lt;br /&gt;How am i ever going to squeeze among the many thousands of students and get the course i want.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, hard work pays off.&lt;br /&gt;But not yet i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I will study in may.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i will. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Im sorry if im the one that's like always making you sad.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;It gets harder each time ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7153731614959171526?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7153731614959171526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7153731614959171526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7153731614959171526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/23.html' title='#23'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-954760138703846419</id><published>2010-03-02T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:18:12.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#22</title><content type='html'>TODAY, I'M HAPPY :D&lt;br /&gt;Mainly, cause nothing makes me sad :B&lt;br /&gt;Except for the coupons thing.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not sad but irritated and pissed :/&lt;br /&gt;I just dont like it when im forced to do something lur :x&lt;br /&gt;Hate it when all the school things about is cash.&lt;br /&gt;Stop forcing people to fcuking donate to your school when we dont get anything.&lt;br /&gt;Sec one, we used brown papers -.-&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen another school use that man.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 to sec 4 - use those types of lousy labs.&lt;br /&gt;                         - computers spoilt, slow.&lt;br /&gt;                         - gave us oxidised chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, are we that pathetic? -.-&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;It's my last year.&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of aitong.&lt;br /&gt;Proud to be an aitong-ian.&lt;br /&gt;But never once proud of amkss.&lt;br /&gt;Much less, proud to be an amksiannnnnnn :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im here to tell the whole world that i'm happy,&lt;br /&gt; cause i found three classmates that wanna take the same course as me.&lt;br /&gt;Thou it gonna be hard, we know we'll all work hard right (:&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i passed my hmtl paper :D&lt;br /&gt;But i missed my one mark to an a2 ):&lt;br /&gt;And yes, a maths is killing me real fast ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-954760138703846419?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/954760138703846419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/954760138703846419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/954760138703846419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/03/22.html' title='#22'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-5907343218183706108</id><published>2010-02-28T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T15:23:45.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#21</title><content type='html'>We once said forever.&lt;br /&gt;But right now, everything's in a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;The words linger.&lt;br /&gt;The memories stay.&lt;br /&gt;I, too wish there was such a pill to get evrything out.&lt;br /&gt;Right now inside, all your words come to me as lies.&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside, we're saying, never again.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;You threw everything away.&lt;br /&gt;Then you wanted them back.&lt;br /&gt;When you go them back, You threw them even further.&lt;br /&gt;And you're saying, you didnt mean to.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i believe you didnt mean to.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, no matter how nicely you fixed something you broke,&lt;br /&gt;The cracks remain.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, i'm the one that changed.&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to change.&lt;br /&gt;But you yourself threw that chance that belonged to both of us.&lt;br /&gt;I wont say you're selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I will say, it's your choice.&lt;br /&gt;Shant say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Hey peepo, dont worry,&lt;br /&gt;Im fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, kudos to 4/3 for the wonderful drama performance :DD&lt;br /&gt;We may not be the best,&lt;br /&gt;But like what jj said, we already feel like winners :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED/&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;I spent one hour to get this freaking skin done.&lt;br /&gt;Now im dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep for a long long while.&lt;br /&gt;Im not studying for geog :D&lt;br /&gt;Cause its a fact that whether or not i study,&lt;br /&gt;Ismail's still going to fail me ):&lt;br /&gt;Screw her ass upside down :x&lt;br /&gt;(Pardon me for the language)&lt;br /&gt;Just cant stand her stupid excuses.&lt;br /&gt;Im off to bed (:&lt;br /&gt;Goodnights, all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-5907343218183706108?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/5907343218183706108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/02/21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5907343218183706108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/5907343218183706108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/02/21.html' title='#21'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-3582523541964169659</id><published>2010-02-16T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:05:09.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'># 19</title><content type='html'>It's the third day of cny already.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty fast eh ):&lt;br /&gt;School's on tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Aint exactly looking forward thou.&lt;br /&gt;Would rather spend more time with my cousins i guess :BB&lt;br /&gt;But friend's are greattttt too :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;New year's eve was alright.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;First day of cny &lt;/u&gt;was pretty busy.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed from place to place.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone was just busy saying " happy chinese new year ".&lt;br /&gt;Left home earlier than usual.&lt;br /&gt;'cos it was like really humid at cousin's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second day of cny&lt;/u&gt; was fun!&lt;br /&gt;Gathered together in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Played.&lt;br /&gt;And meet up for a midnight movie at like two :DD&lt;br /&gt;I swear the cinema's coldcoldcold.&lt;br /&gt;But my cousin survived without jacket.&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, his body was still warm after the show ended.&lt;br /&gt;Strong ehhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone else was already dying of cold.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Im sooooo looking forward to my camera!&lt;br /&gt;I love the gold one.&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing that ever happened was that my mom said she'd top up the balance for me!&lt;br /&gt;Havent exactly decided on the model :BB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; well guys,&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys loved my valentine's gift.&lt;br /&gt;It was realy hard you know.&lt;br /&gt;It aint easy to like find something amongst this whole puddle of similar things.&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, if you understand :x)&lt;br /&gt;And the lollipop making session sucked like hell ):&lt;br /&gt;My finger tips were like really pain after i finished making it.&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine having some wire poking you? :/&lt;br /&gt;But well, my cousin's said it was pretty pretty (kinda nice). :B&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, felt that it was like worthed it ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-3582523541964169659?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/3582523541964169659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/02/19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/3582523541964169659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/3582523541964169659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/02/19.html' title='# 19'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-2546494471285398182</id><published>2010-02-03T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:58:17.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#18</title><content type='html'>Everyone's so obsessed with twitter eh.&lt;br /&gt;I shall start one sooon.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, i'll create an account later :D&lt;br /&gt;That is, if i figure how to :x&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhas.&lt;br /&gt;The whole week was pretty much packed with tests ):&lt;br /&gt;But well, it should be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, i hoped it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;A maths should be the first and last test i fail this year &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs ong was nice during maths remedial :D&lt;br /&gt;When she said, "who is eating wang wang in my class" ,&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking who.&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised she's talking about the wang zai sweet on my table :B&lt;br /&gt;Had two hours of maths but learnt abit.&lt;br /&gt;I think huiting's cher is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Life's like totally filled with books, exams, remedials.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, achievers' ):&lt;br /&gt;During p.e, was chatting with mok and huiting.&lt;br /&gt;We were saying that we didnt understand why people have to emphasize on certain things.&lt;br /&gt;But well, maybe we too did that before just that we forgot.&lt;br /&gt;So well.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping plans up.&lt;br /&gt;Many things to buy,&lt;br /&gt;Not that much $$ :B&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div 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title='#18'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-756512926910200779</id><published>2010-01-31T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:29:14.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#17</title><content type='html'>I'm back, just to tell the whole world that, &lt;div&gt;I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432724640429312418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S2TqRtNNCaI/AAAAAAAAA1A/PrgjwlMObes/s200/dsc-w320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Tell me which colour is nicer ^^&lt;br /&gt;And well, i've got geog test tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Study? Or not to study? :x&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/6476826405706835508-756512926910200779?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/756512926910200779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/01/17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/756512926910200779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/756512926910200779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/01/17.html' title='#17'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/S2TqRtNNCaI/AAAAAAAAA1A/PrgjwlMObes/s72-c/dsc-w320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7145643478786942672</id><published>2010-01-23T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:14:10.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#16</title><content type='html'>School's a bore.&lt;br /&gt;And maths kill.&lt;br /&gt;If you put them together, you might as well die.&lt;br /&gt;But well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I have different things to say to different people.&lt;br /&gt;But no, not right here.&lt;br /&gt;Wait till i get some better pieces of paper and write them there.&lt;br /&gt;Getting lazier nowadays :/&lt;br /&gt;I'll buck up sooon. (I hope i'd)&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Updated! :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7145643478786942672?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7145643478786942672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/01/16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7145643478786942672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7145643478786942672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/01/16.html' title='#16'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-2390724934671465829</id><published>2010-01-17T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:00:07.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#15</title><content type='html'>Had dental and tuition yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Was rushing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Busy - the one word to describe.&lt;br /&gt;The dentist asked me to choose colour.&lt;br /&gt;Then i was like "white".&lt;br /&gt;Then she said "going new year already leh"&lt;br /&gt;Then i just " oh, ok, red lo. "&lt;br /&gt;Now, its freaking hot! :BB&lt;br /&gt;Now, my teeth's hurting like hell.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what the dentist did,&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;(Be happy for huiting! She's removing those &lt;em&gt;fences(jaekyung!)&lt;/em&gt; soon!) :DD&lt;br /&gt;Tuition helped alot.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love my brother's tutor.&lt;br /&gt;Great recommendation! ^^&lt;br /&gt;But, the homework's piling like nobody's business ):&lt;br /&gt;Ok well.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;I need huiting for shopping sooooon! (:&lt;br /&gt;Wait till i get some cash from the &lt;em&gt;bao guan&lt;/em&gt;! :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-2390724934671465829?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/2390724934671465829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/01/15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/2390724934671465829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/2390724934671465829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/01/15.html' title='#15'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-8939379536927072083</id><published>2010-01-14T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:16:28.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#14</title><content type='html'>Back to blogging :D&lt;br /&gt;Have been missing school herer and there for many days already ):&lt;br /&gt;I really didnt want to.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that those virus are attacking me.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a week already luh. :/&lt;br /&gt;Eitherway, i seem to have alot on mind.&lt;br /&gt;So much to say,&lt;br /&gt;So much things left undone.&lt;br /&gt;But if you want me to list out everything, i cant.&lt;br /&gt;Switching this blog to a private one soon.&lt;br /&gt;I can post more that way :x&lt;br /&gt;So well.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Hope the career conference will be awesome tmr.&lt;br /&gt;And all the best to those taking part in south zone! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somethings should be left unsaid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-8939379536927072083?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/8939379536927072083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/01/14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/8939379536927072083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/8939379536927072083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/01/14.html' title='#14'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-4812989154855318301</id><published>2010-01-10T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:52:28.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#13</title><content type='html'>Posts about the trip shall wait.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have enough time for that.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, my hearts still not with school.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, i would stil text huiting and derek to ask for homeworks :B&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least i still bother to try and understand and do ._.&lt;br /&gt;But, i aint going to make it far like that.&lt;br /&gt;Results gna be out tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Worried like some shitass.&lt;br /&gt;Can imagine myself getting some B4 and crying like some pathetic soul right inside of the hall &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Life shouldnt have been like that.&lt;br /&gt;It should have been upmost carefree.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, feeding on medicines for the past many many days.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the doctors need to give me a heavier doze for sorethraot.&lt;br /&gt;Ohplease, i still cant recover ._.&lt;br /&gt;And im having cough and phlegm.&lt;br /&gt;And he refuses to let my dad buy medicine for me, insisting i see him&lt;br /&gt;Simply cos of some asthmatic records.&lt;br /&gt;Well, if im dying of cought.&lt;br /&gt;Would i still have the strangth to go to you? :/&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhh, whatever ;x&lt;br /&gt;I still think mrs ong is a damn nice-y teacher :D&lt;br /&gt;And mr alex rocks at maths too :DD&lt;br /&gt;Updates another day :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-4812989154855318301?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/4812989154855318301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/01/13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/4812989154855318301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/4812989154855318301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/01/13.html' title='#13'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-8965303184933045287</id><published>2010-01-06T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:28:53.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#12</title><content type='html'>Im finally back.&lt;br /&gt;I miss singapore alotlot.&lt;br /&gt;But i wouldnt really mind spending another few more days there.&lt;br /&gt;Cos i've been shopping day in day out.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps not so much to buy,&lt;br /&gt;But it's really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Photos gna be the one speaking.&lt;br /&gt;But wait till i reach Linhuiting's house and upload them up.&lt;br /&gt;I aint gna post so much cos im going to huiting's house soooooon! (:&lt;br /&gt;And i tell you, i'm dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping at like two / three am all night and wake up oh so early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need sleep to get those damned pimples out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;And i slept at 4 last night just to pack my own luggage.&lt;br /&gt;It's hell tiring.&lt;br /&gt;And there's school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;Received a call at jakarta, saying she has passed away.&lt;br /&gt;but aint attending the wake.&lt;br /&gt;I cant find time.&lt;br /&gt;sorry :/&lt;br /&gt;And i realise,&lt;br /&gt;Till today,&lt;br /&gt;i.still.couldnt.accept.life.and.death.&lt;br /&gt;Aint going to imagine a day when everyone goes.&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know it gonna hurt hell loads.&lt;br /&gt;But well, part and parcel of life.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, i'll learn how. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Dont ever make someone a priority in your life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you're just an option in theirs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-8965303184933045287?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/8965303184933045287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/01/12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/8965303184933045287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/8965303184933045287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2010/01/12.html' title='#12'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-2971044430499331784</id><published>2009-12-28T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:50:57.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#11</title><content type='html'>Amaths re-exam's a diediedie thing.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even study luh ._.&lt;br /&gt;But well, i still went to take the paper.&lt;br /&gt;It just gna show you guys that i aint good at maths.&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;BBQ later.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we have enough cash.&lt;br /&gt;Really short of cash one luh - class fund.&lt;br /&gt;And well yeah, staying over at mrs lai's house.&lt;br /&gt;And im really dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;But im going to hang on.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, going to Pronounce my phone dead sooon.&lt;br /&gt;Currently using brother's phone.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like touch screen phones.&lt;br /&gt;No. thou fun, hard to type ._.&lt;br /&gt;Switching here and there ;D&lt;br /&gt;Update tmr or when im back next week :D&lt;br /&gt;And i miss mdm ya loads.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like talking to her hell alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And well, im just a passer in your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont let me affect you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos i aint the least worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, we cant hold on too tight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Otherwise, there'll be this opposing force, pushing out way harder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im just a typical girl, like anyone of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I belong to myself, i live in my world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And right now, i aint letting anyone in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;perhaps, im just too young and immature,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for anything this complicated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's lots of more interesting and important stuffs for you right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/6476826405706835508-2971044430499331784?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/2971044430499331784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/2971044430499331784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/2971044430499331784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/11.html' title='#11'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-3194146052503207404</id><published>2009-12-27T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T13:14:55.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#10</title><content type='html'>Dad woke me up early in the morning ._.&lt;br /&gt;Joined him and mommy for breakfast :D (I know im a bigbig light bulb :)&lt;br /&gt;Ate something light cos of the bad sorethroat im having ):&lt;br /&gt;Much better already :D&lt;br /&gt;Going jurong point to collect my shoes later.&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to send my phone for repair just yet.&lt;br /&gt;Everthing can wait, till im back from my trip.&lt;br /&gt;Flying in 3 days :D&lt;br /&gt;Back on 6th!!!! (Skip schooooool :x)&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, i miss school.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my partner.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;And i miss all the time we spent together :DD&lt;br /&gt;Okk.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to update.&lt;br /&gt;Cos im busy packing my clothes! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-3194146052503207404?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/3194146052503207404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/3194146052503207404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/3194146052503207404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/10.html' title='#10'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7508355967643019998</id><published>2009-12-26T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:52:04.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#9</title><content type='html'>I know its the second post for today ._.&lt;br /&gt;But well, just now was about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;This is about today :D&lt;br /&gt;Went out with girlfriend (:&lt;br /&gt;Met up at our usual place and trained to dhoby ghaut (p/s)&lt;br /&gt;Went to get the things we need :D&lt;br /&gt;Huiting bought some chains and stuufs and intends to diy a bracelet :D&lt;br /&gt;I just bought the lock i need.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to simply toys.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously think im like damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I asked the person whether transformers toys can transform anot.&lt;br /&gt;Then he was like, its transformers, of course can la ._.&lt;br /&gt;Helped my cousin to buy the two guy/the twins or whatever that's always beside bumblebee :D&lt;br /&gt;Got the last pair. (Phew.. :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Then went to heeren.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go HMV.&lt;br /&gt;Then realised that it has actually moved to &lt;a href="mailto:313@somerset"&gt;313@somerset&lt;/a&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Walked around then went to &lt;a href="mailto:313@somerset"&gt;313@somerset&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the headset i wanted at HMV.&lt;br /&gt;Then saw a pair of flats at mitju.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, there's no size D:&lt;br /&gt;And the place where i've reserved my size is like jurong point ._.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy please ^^&lt;br /&gt;Trained home.&lt;br /&gt;At amk mrt station,&lt;br /&gt;you can like her some very loud noises.&lt;br /&gt;I thought there was like some event then someone was talking with a mic.&lt;br /&gt;Then huiting told me its actually an uncle shouting.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt really make out what he was shouting until at the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;He was standing behind me &amp;amp; huiting then shouting "knnbccb" :/&lt;br /&gt;Scare us luh.&lt;br /&gt;Damn loud please.&lt;br /&gt;Then here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like so super duper sad know.&lt;br /&gt;Really pissed off with my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Fine for a moment, then spoil again.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it was alright when i received my overseas phone call.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously sad luh.&lt;br /&gt;Cant even talk on the phone now.&lt;br /&gt;Gna send it for repair tmr ):&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i think i wna survive without a phone for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;I need to lead a peaceful life :x&lt;br /&gt;Im tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7508355967643019998?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7508355967643019998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7508355967643019998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7508355967643019998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/9.html' title='#9'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-405616353948664051</id><published>2009-12-26T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:09:11.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#8</title><content type='html'>Ohwell, my phone's spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want a new phone thou.&lt;br /&gt;Still love my phone :D&lt;br /&gt;But i cant hear a shit during phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;And i know i can send it for repair.&lt;br /&gt;But once repaired, more problems will arise :/&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.please man, get well soon, my darling phone :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas over, boxing day on :B&lt;br /&gt;It'd be a long post on christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Summarise it as much as possible :x&lt;br /&gt;Met up with A/P first.&lt;br /&gt;Watched AVATAR (alright. just that im really sleepy)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; The indian small boy seated beside me's a'lil eccentric :x&lt;br /&gt;Movie ended at 8.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bishan for our clique BBQ :D&lt;br /&gt;Stayed till 12 :/&lt;br /&gt;Had loads of fun ;D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks loads to Huiting's dad for fetching :D&lt;br /&gt;Or we'll have to take midnight cab ._.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Photos up on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;View up if you're free.&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 below :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks A/P for everything :D&lt;br /&gt;Love the tattybears loads :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks huiting for the chain.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys love the card :D&lt;br /&gt;Miss you guys lots.&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet up again when im back (L)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the christmas hat is pretty! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzWf4xtrIII/AAAAAAAAA04/-PPK5AzWVZg/s1600-h/no+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419413524376658050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzWf4xtrIII/AAAAAAAAA04/-PPK5AzWVZg/s200/no+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzWf4lx25YI/AAAAAAAAA0w/_3PMp4jiPcQ/s1600-h/group+photo,+251209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419413521172981122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzWf4lx25YI/AAAAAAAAA0w/_3PMp4jiPcQ/s200/group+photo,+251209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzWf4LoNX6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/bsoDK9STfZw/s1600-h/gp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419413514153189282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzWf4LoNX6I/AAAAAAAAA0o/bsoDK9STfZw/s200/gp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzWf3_4uGHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/geDX5QkQNhk/s1600-h/down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419413511001217138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzWf3_4uGHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/geDX5QkQNhk/s200/down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-405616353948664051?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/405616353948664051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/405616353948664051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/405616353948664051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/8.html' title='#8'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzWf4xtrIII/AAAAAAAAA04/-PPK5AzWVZg/s72-c/no+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-1771318754004976680</id><published>2009-12-24T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:47:05.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#7</title><content type='html'>I guess, it didnt make me really oh-so-pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Just rather, i dont understand your actions.&lt;br /&gt;And i cant find a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess its not me being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;But just its a fact.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, your friend just said the wrong thing in public? (Like wow ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to sleep late today,&lt;br /&gt;Cos its raining in the morning :D&lt;br /&gt;But now, its like so hothothot.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, i've made up my mind to stay at home and lead a 'eat-sleep-watch' lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;:B&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile, its still nice i guess? :x&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i miss my girlfriend loads :D&lt;br /&gt;We havent seen each other since last wednesday ):&lt;br /&gt;But, its going to be christmas!&lt;br /&gt;And we gna meet at our BBQ :D&lt;br /&gt;Yongguang's coooooool, he went to lai's house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;And well, guang, are you sososososo shocked that i know about your lil secret? ;D&lt;br /&gt;Dont shyshy.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;If chrismas wishes would come true,&lt;br /&gt;I'd wish that all my family and friends gonna be happy all day long :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being sad! (:&lt;br /&gt;So now, Im back to my oldoldold self.&lt;br /&gt;The happyhappy angeline.&lt;br /&gt;One who doesnt know how it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;To hurt &amp;amp; really feel your heart sink right down to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;To cry like nobody's business in the toilet/alone.&lt;br /&gt;To read somethings over and over again just to realise that it hurts more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;(but well, the fact lies within myself that, i cant be that happy again. Never again)&lt;br /&gt;But still, i gna try and be Happy, like how i used to be)&lt;br /&gt;Cause i ever told myself,&lt;br /&gt;I aint going to let those days start all over again :D&lt;br /&gt;No high hopes, and i aint gna fall and hurt ((:&lt;br /&gt;Uh, im so looking forward to tmr (:&lt;br /&gt;Activities lined up.&lt;br /&gt;And oh guys, i still cant believed that &lt;em&gt;that loser &lt;/em&gt;told nerrad(opp :x) that he thinks i like him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, spoilt my reputation.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;If i told my brother that,&lt;br /&gt;He's sure gna say that he's a damned fcuking loser :D&lt;br /&gt;Way to go man , Alvin.&lt;br /&gt;You're so going to be my super loved brother ever :D&lt;br /&gt;And im sure, you'll pass this hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta work hard.&lt;br /&gt;Dont make me lose face kay ;D&lt;br /&gt;(I wna tell the whole world that i've got a smart brother that loves me :D)&lt;br /&gt;okkkk, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Updates tmr (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only someone could bring me back in time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to somewhere with only laughters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-1771318754004976680?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/1771318754004976680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1771318754004976680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1771318754004976680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/7.html' title='#7'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-7363944001586771945</id><published>2009-12-23T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:53:00.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#6</title><content type='html'>A prank indeed.&lt;br /&gt;And you and your friends have commented enough on that prank.&lt;br /&gt;Aint it enough.&lt;br /&gt;Your friend's not even fit to comment on me.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like as if i didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;But well, i cant be bothered by her.&lt;br /&gt;She's just being a loser by saying i choose friends.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like she dont.&lt;br /&gt;She's nice, my foot.&lt;br /&gt;If she's nice, she wouldnt even give those comments.&lt;br /&gt;Oh please.&lt;br /&gt;And i didnt even dispise you as my friend.&lt;br /&gt;But well, at least mine was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Yours just made you look like a &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; loser.&lt;br /&gt;So what if i was wrong then when i pranked you.&lt;br /&gt;At least i wasnt the only one.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we pranked as a group. ( I BET YOU NEVER KNEW THIS) :D&lt;br /&gt;I meant what i said.&lt;br /&gt;Or i wouldnt even have asked you out for the job hunt.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt even have sent you a birthday text.&lt;br /&gt;And we wouldnt even have given you the cake.&lt;br /&gt;And i wouldnt even think of you at times.&lt;br /&gt;It was you who didnt appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;You didnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;Today's a coldcold day.&lt;br /&gt;It is :/&lt;br /&gt;Spent loads of time sleeping since &lt;s&gt;i cant go out&lt;/s&gt;. (Chose not to)&lt;br /&gt;Omg, im so looking forward to 3/3`09's BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;It's so going to be funfunfun (:&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Finally sent out all the messages today :D&lt;br /&gt;Do comfirm with me by today lahhhhhhh! :B&lt;br /&gt;And i hope that there's loads of sales this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i should really stop spending money.&lt;br /&gt;At the start of the month, i had 300$.&lt;br /&gt;Now, Im left with 50$.&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is, i dont know where i spent my money ):&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; AdultPampers, i seriously thing that the open apology plan is soooooo cool :B&lt;br /&gt;But also, embarrassing :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-7363944001586771945?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/7363944001586771945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7363944001586771945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/7363944001586771945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/6.html' title='#6'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-897889099551627405</id><published>2009-12-22T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:58:06.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzH3m-IxYsI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/YAZAd8SqdZw/s1600-h/17431_213870454350_521809350_2966956_5203393_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418384075590296258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzH3m-IxYsI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/YAZAd8SqdZw/s200/17431_213870454350_521809350_2966956_5203393_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzH3hnwSyfI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/m6uGf0KCnB4/s1600-h/2951_73411593623_613698623_1532531_958545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;24`08 CLASS OUTING :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with farzana &amp;amp; shuhui first then walked to the mrt station together (:&lt;br /&gt;Met Jacq, PeiHua, Sheri, Shiauyin, Sebas, Dennis, Jenson, Fanghong, WeiLih, Shawn first.&lt;br /&gt;Took mrt to Bedok, bused and walked abit to east coast.&lt;br /&gt;Splitted up.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Shuhui &amp;amp; Farzana headed to Mac while the rest went for cyling.&lt;br /&gt;Siqi, Huimin, Miss Chan, JunHao, Michael came soon.&lt;br /&gt;Took photo as miss chan had to go for christmas shopping :B&lt;br /&gt;And the rest carried on cycling,&lt;br /&gt;While me and Shuhui walked around, dating. (We dont know how to cycle ._.)&lt;br /&gt;Chatted alotlotlotlot :D&lt;br /&gt;On the way, met 23`08 peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Guess they're having a BBQ (They should be still there (;)&lt;br /&gt;How coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;It's your loss if you didnt go :p&lt;br /&gt;Initially when we saw Devin,&lt;br /&gt;We thought he was going out with his primary school friends :B&lt;br /&gt;At 6 plus, we headed back to Amk for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Long journey man (Bus 13)&lt;br /&gt;Decided to eat at PizzaHut :D&lt;br /&gt;YongHan, Casper &amp;amp; Mok came over to join us (:&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt finish mine :x&lt;br /&gt;But im full :D&lt;br /&gt;Chatted hell loads.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after dinner :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yesyesyes, Huiting's backkkkkkk! (:&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, aint it? :D&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/6476826405706835508-897889099551627405?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/897889099551627405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/897889099551627405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/897889099551627405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/5.html' title='#5'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/SzH3m-IxYsI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/YAZAd8SqdZw/s72-c/17431_213870454350_521809350_2966956_5203393_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-1856495057593224726</id><published>2009-12-21T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:28:33.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>Day out with Brenda! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty awesome? - I guess not :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cos we had nothing to do :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want more details,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brenda's blog please :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont really like tweeny weeeeeeny details like some :xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well, chee cheng called up &lt;u&gt;when she needs me&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was nice enough to accompany her for dinner :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, i want a tatty bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoever gets it for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll marry you :B (Joking :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i really love it luh ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eitherway, talking to hwa jie online now (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's touched that i remember him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417695505843298626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/Sy-FW78FIUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/MWdf2jkTMQw/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;And, mr ong, how can you give us up for your promotion????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW COULD YOU?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, i really dont know how to put it to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your attitude's killing me :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &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/6476826405706835508-1856495057593224726?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/1856495057593224726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1856495057593224726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/1856495057593224726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m5XquumTokQ/Sy-FW78FIUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/MWdf2jkTMQw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-2714003834036467814</id><published>2009-12-20T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:28:27.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>Seems like the whole family is down - sick )):&lt;br /&gt;But well, things go on.&lt;br /&gt;And im so looking forward to our family trip (:&lt;br /&gt;COUNTING DOWN 10 DAYS :D&lt;br /&gt;And yesyes ivan, seems like many's interested to know who your girlfriend is :x&lt;br /&gt;damnit, i seem to be having serious stm.&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot what i wanted to post.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, breda and i are having a hard time deciding on where to go tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Do text me tmr if you"ve got any suggestions (:&lt;br /&gt;The damned pimples are appearing :/&lt;br /&gt;I've got big ones here and there.&lt;br /&gt;No, i seriously dont want to be like her/him/them :x&lt;br /&gt;And, thanks loads to &lt;u&gt;ADULT PAMPERS&lt;/u&gt; for calling when i couldnt sleep last night :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-2714003834036467814?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/2714003834036467814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/2714003834036467814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/2714003834036467814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-491219691293463837</id><published>2009-12-19T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T12:40:34.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>I realised that the more i read &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; blog,&lt;br /&gt;The more i feel &lt;em&gt;you're &lt;/em&gt;a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i know that word is strong.&lt;br /&gt;But well, &lt;u&gt;it fits you&lt;/u&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;How cool aint it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; realise &lt;em&gt;you've&lt;/em&gt; got no real friends.&lt;br /&gt;So much so that &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; actually got to suck up to others.&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; think&lt;em&gt; you've&lt;/em&gt; got some really close friends there for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But, if they can betray others, comment on others,&lt;br /&gt;I bet they'll do the same to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; one day.&lt;br /&gt;And right from that day when &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; told such a stupid and useless lie,&lt;br /&gt;And showed me that effed-up cum act cute face,&lt;br /&gt;I swear &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; gonna remain as a liar in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if brenda didnt tell me that my blog url's kinda linked to &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; somewhat nonsensical thing,&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt have felt so insulted.&lt;br /&gt;And if she had told me earlier,&lt;br /&gt;I definitely wouldnt have used it.&lt;br /&gt;But well, do get this clear.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even know &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; had a name or what shit &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; call it, similar to my url.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt and i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, just to let &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Im not a copycat :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i were one,&lt;br /&gt;I would rather copy from some retarted(no offence) ones,&lt;br /&gt;than &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;  :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;to think, i truly wanted to be your friend again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Okkk, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;I've got dental today!&lt;br /&gt;But its like raining and i just simply dont wish to get my foot out of my house.&lt;br /&gt;well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Will edit later (:&lt;br /&gt;Andand, Mr wee, do cheer up eh.&lt;br /&gt;Dont think so much.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has got to go on.&lt;br /&gt;And you've got to hang on, stronger than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6476826405706835508-491219691293463837?l=streetlights-off.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/feeds/491219691293463837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/491219691293463837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6476826405706835508/posts/default/491219691293463837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetlights-off.blogspot.com/2009/12/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>Angeline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14920448157821869152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6476826405706835508.post-6446278486886662241</id><published>2009-12-18T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T17:29:23.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>Heh, Im back to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;No particular reasons. ( Don't waste your brain juices thinking )&lt;br /&gt;Ain't telling much about this link, except those usual close ones :D&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long while since i blogged, that i had a really hard time, trying to get my skin done :/&lt;br /&gt;Gosh shit ass.&lt;br /&gt;Shall just post about wednesday to keep this blog what you call - alive.&lt;br /&gt;Was out with Huiting, Darren and Cheecheng.&lt;br /&gt;But Darren left for a movie first.&lt;br /&gt;Darren, see, im right about the guess of shirt colour! :B&lt;br /&gt;That's why im your shifu! :D&lt;br /&gt;Cheecheng left soon after for some medical appointment?&lt;br /&gt;And im left to date huiting alone .&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA, sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;(But who really cares):/&lt;br /&gt;Didnt really but much cos im really saving :x&lt;br /&gt;Just bought a Mango top and 3 accessories from m)phosis.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love m)phosis alot please ._.&lt;br /&gt;Okkkkk, And im going to buy a GAP shirt sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Really love it.&lt;br /&gt;But this season's one aint nice.&lt;br /&gt;And well, im like sooooooo looking forward to going overseas.&lt;br /&gt;Not cos i'll be able to miss school.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's going to be fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the strongest girl, you guys have ever known :B&lt;br /&gt;oh, and, many events coming up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2212 - 2/4 class outing?&lt;br /&gt;2312 - picnic!&lt;br /&gt;2512 - clique's christmas&lt;br /&gt;celebration.&lt;br /&gt;2612 - shopping! ( Im so going to ask huiting out :D)&lt;br /&gt;2812&lt;br /&gt;- 3/3 BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;2812 to 2912 - stay over at Mrs Lai's place!(cool eh)&lt;br /&gt;3012 -&lt;br /&gt;Overseas! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tht's all. 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