<?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-7058829</id><updated>2011-09-22T03:51:02.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fate changes everything.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-6099367688120019976</id><published>2011-03-09T16:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:20:15.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamlet schizophrenia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6e9PAq-Ttc/TXc8Gc8U02I/AAAAAAAAArM/ozxsGnprU8c/s1600/hamlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581996344695116642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6e9PAq-Ttc/TXc8Gc8U02I/AAAAAAAAArM/ozxsGnprU8c/s320/hamlet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hamlet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; William Shakespeare's "Hamlet" has been considered the greatest tragedy ever written. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The play trembles with conflicts: one being identity, which shows all the characters in different disputes of their own. The other which shows the lack of self-confidence and misjudgement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hamlet grew from an innocent young man to a mentally decayed person since the muder of his father. He was driven to a point whereby he contemplated suicide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The format that Shakespeare's used, portrays an insane man speaking with 2 voices. Hamlet's back and forth talk insinuates madness. (schizophrenia) To ensnare the killer, Hamlet pretends madness. &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; did he really suffer from a mental breakdown? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hamlet is obviously good. Go grab it and read it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For now, I shall go read up more about cMOS and  logic gates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-6099367688120019976?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6099367688120019976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=6099367688120019976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/6099367688120019976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/6099367688120019976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2011/03/hamlet-schizophrenia.html' title='Hamlet schizophrenia'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-A6e9PAq-Ttc/TXc8Gc8U02I/AAAAAAAAArM/ozxsGnprU8c/s72-c/hamlet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-3832489498718061549</id><published>2010-12-25T01:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T02:01:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its 1.39am now. MERRY CHRISTMAS to all:):) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/TRTbPfzP4CI/AAAAAAAAAqY/e0lNUL79UH4/s1600/DSC03639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554305299735633954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/TRTbPfzP4CI/AAAAAAAAAqY/e0lNUL79UH4/s320/DSC03639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wedding on 20.12.2010:):) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next up, I'll like to congratulate Kelly and Michael. After 6 years, they finally tied the knot on 20.12.2010 :):) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/TRTd4XWopAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/SYUpcGVk1qY/s1600/DSC03660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554308200866030594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/TRTd4XWopAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/SYUpcGVk1qY/s320/DSC03660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chinese tea ceremony: The couple serving tea to grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/TRTef4doBVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/4Scpw0CRZQ8/s1600/DSC03636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554308879768618322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/TRTef4doBVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/4Scpw0CRZQ8/s320/DSC03636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obstacles the guys had to overcome:):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-3832489498718061549?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3832489498718061549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=3832489498718061549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/3832489498718061549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/3832489498718061549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas-2010.html' title='Xmas 2010'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/TRTbPfzP4CI/AAAAAAAAAqY/e0lNUL79UH4/s72-c/DSC03639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-8791353831393332229</id><published>2010-12-12T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:39:40.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/TQS8iO6AJkI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2ZuLPhNUWkk/s1600/bw%252Clc1%252Cphotography%252Cstreet-e54d0607c3796d4475220b3c7907c664_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549767937130243650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/TQS8iO6AJkI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2ZuLPhNUWkk/s320/bw%252Clc1%252Cphotography%252Cstreet-e54d0607c3796d4475220b3c7907c664_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back-ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, when was the last time I did something like this?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It feels weird signing in to this account. But, it feels even weirder to be typing in this space! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Right now, it's time for kimchi and melrose place. Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And! I've got myself a Diane von Furstenburg for kelly's wedding:):) I'm just SO excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It's actually a top. But, I guess I can turn it into a mini dress due to my awful height)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Certain things are just inexplicable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-8791353831393332229?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8791353831393332229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=8791353831393332229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8791353831393332229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8791353831393332229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-long-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a long while.'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/TQS8iO6AJkI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2ZuLPhNUWkk/s72-c/bw%252Clc1%252Cphotography%252Cstreet-e54d0607c3796d4475220b3c7907c664_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-8002919605279635555</id><published>2010-05-07T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T11:15:34.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trains and Trucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/S-ODycFna_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/Io7t58kK7uY/s1600/I+Lied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468359275114359794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/S-ODycFna_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/Io7t58kK7uY/s320/I+Lied.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Same But Yet Different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Men lie to make them feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Women lie to make others feel better.&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/7058829-8002919605279635555?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8002919605279635555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=8002919605279635555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8002919605279635555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8002919605279635555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2010/05/trains-and-trucks.html' title='Trains and Trucks'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/S-ODycFna_I/AAAAAAAAAqA/Io7t58kK7uY/s72-c/I+Lied.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-7237761064557778763</id><published>2010-04-27T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T16:23:46.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Week Of School</title><content type='html'>Whisper Something Sweet To Please Me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ONLY the second week of School and it's already killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-7237761064557778763?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7237761064557778763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=7237761064557778763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7237761064557778763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7237761064557778763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2010/04/second-week-of-school.html' title='Second Week Of School'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7058829.post-2926542223419931455</id><published>2010-02-28T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:44:01.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/S4lGgcLVUTI/AAAAAAAAAp4/bpMWkF7e5-c/s1600-h/love_is_just_a_word_by_VampirexPenguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442959147787440434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/S4lGgcLVUTI/AAAAAAAAAp4/bpMWkF7e5-c/s320/love_is_just_a_word_by_VampirexPenguin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If ... we ever broke up, I want you to know that I'll always think about you. It's true. I'll never forget you, because I really love you. You're the first person I've ever loved and just being with you makes me happy. You know that. But these are two different things. If you need me to promise you, I will. I will sleep with you some day. But not right now. After I marry somebody else, I'll sleep with you. I promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A folklore for my generation-  (H. M) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess most of you have figured that out too. This girl wanted to stay a virgin until she got married, and since after she was married, there was no reason for her to be a virgin anymore, she wouldn't mind having an affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with love and pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-2926542223419931455?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2926542223419931455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=2926542223419931455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/2926542223419931455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/2926542223419931455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2010/02/if.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/S4lGgcLVUTI/AAAAAAAAAp4/bpMWkF7e5-c/s72-c/love_is_just_a_word_by_VampirexPenguin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-2914452437864034803</id><published>2010-02-22T12:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:52:06.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna be the girl you fall for&lt;br /&gt;  When everyone else is falling for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-2914452437864034803?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2914452437864034803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=2914452437864034803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/2914452437864034803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/2914452437864034803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wanna-be-girl-you-fall-for-when.html' title=''/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7058829.post-8986935059178627985</id><published>2010-01-28T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:45:05.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haruki Murakami</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;              BLIND WILLOW, SLEEPING WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;     I'll Never Have To Shave Again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;             A man's death at twenty-eight is as sad as the winter rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             "Your twentieth birthday comes only once in a lifetime, young lady.&lt;br /&gt;                It's an irreplaceable day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-8986935059178627985?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8986935059178627985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=8986935059178627985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8986935059178627985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8986935059178627985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2010/01/haruki-murakami.html' title='Haruki Murakami'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7058829.post-7022987325299833499</id><published>2009-11-16T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:41:06.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quaker- 90calorie bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SwC22P1kL_I/AAAAAAAAApw/ASkfsL0kPy0/s1600/girls-a80e2d83decd3340dbd9f9e7a5e2b325_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404520595924987890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SwC22P1kL_I/AAAAAAAAApw/ASkfsL0kPy0/s320/girls-a80e2d83decd3340dbd9f9e7a5e2b325_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish I was Anorexic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright, time to blog again. Late for school today please! Woke up at like 745am. Didn't have time to take my breakfast and I was starving! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;90 Calorie Low Fat Dark Chocolate Cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And, Yes, it's damn nice! :):) $7.45 for a box. I just can't seem to resist food on the table. AND, this is very very very bad!! I just totally admire those who can force themselves to vomit after every meal and of course resist food because they think their fat! I know this sounds crazy. But, I love bones. Uh! But, I'm not crazily obsessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Back to school. IT SUCKS big time okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My report has not been accepted and this coming saturday will be my poster presentation. It sure don't look good. Please get the clock to stop ticking. Okay, it's not possible. Just pass the idea to me IMMEDIATELY. So, I can just start to do my work. One of my friend said gotta go Bugis to get it printed out etc. WOW. Seems like I've underestimated this poster presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-7022987325299833499?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7022987325299833499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=7022987325299833499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7022987325299833499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7022987325299833499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/quaker-90calorie-bar.html' title='quaker- 90calorie bar'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SwC22P1kL_I/AAAAAAAAApw/ASkfsL0kPy0/s72-c/girls-a80e2d83decd3340dbd9f9e7a5e2b325_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-4598986506882094434</id><published>2009-11-09T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:36:43.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where we go depends upon what we know, and what we know depends on where we go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SvdyQp3hMnI/AAAAAAAAApo/j4w5W4ncBYM/s1600-h/trauma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401911908496388722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SvdyQp3hMnI/AAAAAAAAApo/j4w5W4ncBYM/s320/trauma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where we go depends upon what we know, and what we know depends on where we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alrighty kukus, back to blog:):) Honestly, life has been boring. The first Ut for PCS was totally fucked up because I didn't manage to do the question which requires calculation of expansion ratio. A whole freaking 10marks alright. SHIT. I had the formula but I kept doubting myself. I just can't help but question my first thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, chee kueh has been part of my cravings this month. I know it's so weird. Too bad, it's true. But of course, I eat it without (chai bo) The aunties responded damn weirdly when I said I wanted chee kueh without (chai bo) WHY? is it that weird? It's like eating plain rice please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm waiting to get accepted by someone:( So sad. I shall go check my school mail NOW! Please tell me I'm accepted so that I can proceed. I'm like lagging behind and I hate it. Seriously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that's all for now. Imma go dive into my storybook:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-4598986506882094434?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4598986506882094434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=4598986506882094434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/4598986506882094434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/4598986506882094434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-we-go-depends-upon-what-we-know.html' title='where we go depends upon what we know, and what we know depends on where we go'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SvdyQp3hMnI/AAAAAAAAApo/j4w5W4ncBYM/s72-c/trauma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-6012624815198143498</id><published>2009-10-26T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:28:30.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart makes its choices without weighing the consequences</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SuVIcCCIIYI/AAAAAAAAApg/EFBygwBo6Ms/s1600-h/Windy_by_boonDY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396799374892736898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SuVIcCCIIYI/AAAAAAAAApg/EFBygwBo6Ms/s320/Windy_by_boonDY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The KeepSake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The tale of vengeance. When a woman is jealous or filled with hatred, she kills. Ask me who she is protecting? I've got no idea. She's probably protecting and satsifying herself as a woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm not exactly enjoying my time right now because I've got deadlines to meet. I'm apparently screwed upside down and inside out. Finally, I'm facing some stress in my life, which isn't at all interesting! It's just "Quickly!! Hurry up !! No time for others! Work is more important!"  Knowing me, I'm not that a good girl . I do take breaks when I'm not supposed too. (nvm) But, what do I do to distress? Marry my eyes to some great books out there:):) It's been quite awhile since the last book. So, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy will be going overseas tomorrow and she isn't bringing me along! wahh, I'll tag along the next time. How dare she leave me here in Singapore. Honestly, the house will be a little more peaceful without her. HA! I'm sorry mom:):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-6012624815198143498?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6012624815198143498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=6012624815198143498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/6012624815198143498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/6012624815198143498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/10/heart-makes-its-choices-without.html' title='The heart makes its choices without weighing the consequences'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SuVIcCCIIYI/AAAAAAAAApg/EFBygwBo6Ms/s72-c/Windy_by_boonDY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-6453457281358875351</id><published>2009-10-21T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:25:37.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vicky wu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/St7EJX7wyYI/AAAAAAAAApQ/cjFvPF3Rw9o/s1600-h/Material+science+p3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/St7CyAv3XII/AAAAAAAAApI/nTSaY0hiuQI/s1600-h/emotions,sexy,girl,nude,bed,sleep-d578c6cd519587631f559a97ce2599be_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394963568086441090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/St7CyAv3XII/AAAAAAAAApI/nTSaY0hiuQI/s320/emotions,sexy,girl,nude,bed,sleep-d578c6cd519587631f559a97ce2599be_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Go Save yourself, Bitch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8, PCS today. Had lab session. It was kinda fun because we made Polyurethane foam! It looked like little yellow muffins, cauliflower, mushroom. etc. Whatever you say it looks like. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/St7EUy8D0gI/AAAAAAAAApY/OrbXrpR5hbg/s1600-h/Material+science+p3"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394965265186542082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/St7EUy8D0gI/AAAAAAAAApY/OrbXrpR5hbg/s320/Material+science+p3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See! I know it's gross. Oh well, Should be amazed at how toxic it is. Because, I thought it wasn't that bad.  But, apparently it was in the fumehood uh. So, it spells it all. It smells damn bad too. It smells like cuttlefish! No, worse than that. I have the smell stuck in my nose la.  Thanks to that 6 'muffins'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this was the fun part for the day la. The bad part is.. I do not like HER. I changed my views about HER from now! I mean, what's wrong la huh. You DO NOT have to freaking roll your eyes at me right. I was busy doing my lab report then I just couldn't really hear what your plans were for the 3rd meeting. One blunder and you've gotta start picking on me. Screw your shithole la. Your attitude was a 180 degree change from last semester. Now, I finally know why people speak bad about you. I was the only idiot who spoke good about you. Worthless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeee, talking about you is a waste of my time and my space here. It's best to not contaminate the space here. That's enough. Anyway, I went swimming yesterday. Needless to say, I turned red in 10seconds. And, I swam for an hour. So, I turned black instantly. Now, I'll need a year to get back my fairness:( that's long sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my cousin is getting married soon. I wonder what to give her for her wedding la. I know I still have 2 more months la. But, I need to have a rough idea what to get her isn't it.  Mom suggested  to give her a diamond pendant. I thought, it wasn't a bad idea. It's one of the best gift as a cousin right. Oh well. Shall think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-6453457281358875351?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6453457281358875351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=6453457281358875351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/6453457281358875351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/6453457281358875351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/10/vicky-wu.html' title='vicky wu'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/St7CyAv3XII/AAAAAAAAApI/nTSaY0hiuQI/s72-c/emotions,sexy,girl,nude,bed,sleep-d578c6cd519587631f559a97ce2599be_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-481305568932322675</id><published>2009-10-16T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:06:12.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss it baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/StcKZ1zu-kI/AAAAAAAAApA/Cp2VlegVVww/s1600-h/bed,room,beaut,calm,colour,grlz-51ae3e4121f6674a909e0bc1e61a5c60_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392790517856533058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/StcKZ1zu-kI/AAAAAAAAApA/Cp2VlegVVww/s320/bed,room,beaut,calm,colour,grlz-51ae3e4121f6674a909e0bc1e61a5c60_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Two Is Better Than One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, this is the second week of school and it's super boring. I don't know why I've been so moody lately. Right now, I'm actually planning for my holiday next year.  Australia, Korea, Taiwan?  Oh man, all these places are equally good:) From what I heard from my mom, we should be heading to Bali in March next year:) It's not bad a place other than the weather:) HA! I hope I get to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Right now, It's just time so save more money, so I can plan to go somewhere further. Venice, turkey, greece. ohhhhhhh, so good! And, I think that's far enough from Singapore. Wait till I save more money! And obviously, I'll get my mother to pay the balance. Okay, with the amount of money I'm able to save a year is definitely not enough to go to any of these places. So, maybe I'll pick a more suitable destination by then. However, I still wanna go to these fantastic places to have a look. Obviously, there are many more places I would wanna go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's talk about yesterday. Honestly, someone tell me what's so lovely about the MCB facilitator. She's so particular about things, and she doesn't allow us chat, google etc. unless it's our breakout. Oh please, if I dont chat, I might just fall asleep in class. I can not chat in class etc, But, do You mind making the class more interesting? Plus! I know my name is damn easy to pronounce. I will appreciate it if You'll stop calling my name unneccessarily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boy will be out today and gotta book in on a sunday. The next time I'll get to see him would be end of this month. Yeeee, that's very long!! Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it. I'll get him some YokoYoko later. I shall continue with my studies and search for cheap airfares:):) Till then, take care people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-481305568932322675?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/481305568932322675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=481305568932322675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/481305568932322675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/481305568932322675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/10/kiss-it-baby.html' title='kiss it baby!'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/StcKZ1zu-kI/AAAAAAAAApA/Cp2VlegVVww/s72-c/bed,room,beaut,calm,colour,grlz-51ae3e4121f6674a909e0bc1e61a5c60_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-4589860836646863517</id><published>2009-10-07T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:17:31.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet like candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SsyjaLu1oQI/AAAAAAAAAow/IG8tpZXZtU4/s1600-h/get_it_right_by_connieleeann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389862524276809986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SsyjaLu1oQI/AAAAAAAAAow/IG8tpZXZtU4/s320/get_it_right_by_connieleeann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sweet Like Candy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright. It's the second day of Year 2.2! Sad to say, I'm still not in the mood to study. I just feel like lazing around in my bed till noon and eat some honey stars with milk on bed. Oh well, shall just burst the bubble and face the reality that it's not possible till next year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby boy will be going to serve his National Service tomorrow. This is damn boring! For 2 weeks I'll not be able to pinch his face. Boring!! Well, at least I've got schoool to attend. So, it's alright uh. Shall just study and study. Ha! Like I will. LOL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had Sakae Sushi at Century square that day. It was dead funny please. I've got this video about baby telling a joke. It was quite a pity that I didnt get to video down whatever he saw on that day. It was damn hilarious please. He lost his apetite because of this girl. According to him, she was wearing a skirt (uniform from some school) and she kept opening and closing her legs. LOL! Plus, she was shaking her flabby thighs. He couldn't stop laughing uh. So did I.. We were laughing damn hard till we didn't manage to eat much la! Wasted. Ohh, the best thing. We were trying to beat their record. They ate damn a lot please. The plates just keep stacking higher and higher! *laughs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, it's like 1105pm now. Think I should just go to bed now. Gotta wake up early tmr :((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-4589860836646863517?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4589860836646863517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=4589860836646863517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/4589860836646863517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/4589860836646863517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-like-candy.html' title='sweet like candy'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SsyjaLu1oQI/AAAAAAAAAow/IG8tpZXZtU4/s72-c/get_it_right_by_connieleeann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-456706417827106669</id><published>2009-09-23T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:32:12.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HongKong trip from 6/9 - 9/9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SrpADGatmaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Qm_Y05SVwUE/s1600-h/old_photographs_by_HeretyczkaA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384686726481287586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SrpADGatmaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Qm_Y05SVwUE/s320/old_photographs_by_HeretyczkaA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh, I so love the smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Right, I have not been blogging for quite awhile because I'm just so damn lazy! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So, it's holiday right now and it's stupidly ending in 11days. What the hell right. I know, I know it's just so damn fast!! Second semester, I wonder what it will be like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the modules aren't very promising. My results are sitting on the fence. KNOWN. I'm so dead. I've got too many things in my life and I'm definitely outta breath. Think it's time to go for some time managing workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, early this month I went to HK for 4 days. Mum and I travelled around on our own and we had a half day tour:) Well, HK hasn't changed a bit since I last went there 7 years ago. HAHA. We came back with 2 luggages filled up totally weighing 57+kg. Overall, including hand carried stuff, I think it weighed about 63kg. LOL. I don't mind visiting HK again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, Celebrated mom's birthday at No signboard at esplanade. Spent about $230+ I think it's reasonable because the crab was damn big! Plus we had many other dishes on the table. Bought mom a cake from Hilton and she loved it loads :) Just couldn't stop smiling at it. LOL. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the month of September. My cousin, Joanne, just celebrated her 21st birthday last Sunday at SMU:) She was gorgeous in that blue dress. I forgot to tell her that. lol. Anyway, she is the most hardworking and obedient cousin ever. Serious. She studies all day long and of course, her grades were that close to perfection:) 3.97. It's a whopping 0.03 to perfection! That is how smart and hardworking she is!! Love you sweet:) All the best in life. Just to talk about what happened that day, everyone seemed to have change quite a bit. Well, Faye changed the most apparently. She is damn pretty now. I forgot to bring my camera and I couldn't take a picture with her la. Tsk. She's like the same height as me now and she's only in Sec 1!!! I'm just so jealous. Oh well, both her parents are tall. So, it's normal for her to be tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll continue blogging when I'm free. Meanwhile just bear with this bit. Love:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-456706417827106669?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/456706417827106669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=456706417827106669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/456706417827106669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/456706417827106669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/09/hongkong-trip-from-69-99.html' title='HongKong trip from 6/9 - 9/9'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SrpADGatmaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Qm_Y05SVwUE/s72-c/old_photographs_by_HeretyczkaA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-7384541134815757472</id><published>2009-08-17T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:30:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370847994708398786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SokVy5M2ksI/AAAAAAAAAog/dfoTNmmF4Zs/s320/Childhood_Freedom_by_Miss_Julie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back to blog. I've got no idea why I've been so lazy recently. I've got tons of work to do, yet I'm just so lazy to finish it. Man, think I should just bang my head against the wall uh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've done some revision for my upcoming tests. Erm, it's not very well done alright. Just revised part of the skeleton for each module. HAHA. I'm so screwed. Think I've gotta repeat my module if I score badly this time uh. And I'll have to waste half a year just to repeat some crappy modules? Arrgh. I'll just not think so negatively now. But, who knows, MAYBE after the tests. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Few weeks back, I had some virus attack la. So stupid la. Then gotta go see a chinese doctor. ROARS. But, the wound is healing:) Hope it doesn't leave a scar on my body. It's sad to see my skin getting from bad to worse la huh. Ehh, yeah, I'm going to get a jab soon. Hope the vaccine is useful k. Don't wanna get jabbed and still fall sick. Cuz, it just doesn't make much sense. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My wonderful cousins are giving birth to more babies:):) Just gotta know it yesterday. In 2 years time, my 2 cousins added 5 more great grandchildren for my grandmother. How great! LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Choco love has &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;baby love&lt;/span&gt; to play with now. Isn't it cute. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Love Salmon with green tea wasabi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh man, science terms are filling my head. This isn't good at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E.coli, abiogenesis, CFU, tensile, stress, strain, youngs modulus, polymer, vulcanisation, cyclohexane, aromatic compound, levitation, lever rule, phase diagram, eutectoid and eutectic points, hypoeutectoid steel, hypereutectoid steel. OMG, someone just kill me now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright, I'll stop here for now. Need a break. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-7384541134815757472?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7384541134815757472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=7384541134815757472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7384541134815757472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7384541134815757472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/08/childhood.html' title='childhood'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SokVy5M2ksI/AAAAAAAAAog/dfoTNmmF4Zs/s72-c/Childhood_Freedom_by_Miss_Julie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-3508398174739434041</id><published>2009-07-17T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:07:47.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green sticker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359276180799210002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/Sl_5SrG_whI/AAAAAAAAAoY/L4azR77lFIE/s320/slow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, back to blog:) Right, physics problem 11- Behind the screens. Let me tell you how boring this is. What's with the Father, Mother, Child - Force, Magnetic field, Current. Stupid la. Just some how, I can't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Electron flow is opposite of Current flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Probably some soul should explain to me about the cathode ray tube. And what I should do to make the electrons disperse on the phosphors screen so that an image can be seen.... STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I need to eat now. Life is so boring these days. Shall continue later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, forgot to update. So, it was all about this left hand rule and right hand rule. I feel so stupid not being able to get it right immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Licorice is the love:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-3508398174739434041?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3508398174739434041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=3508398174739434041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/3508398174739434041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/3508398174739434041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/07/green-sticker.html' title='green sticker'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/Sl_5SrG_whI/AAAAAAAAAoY/L4azR77lFIE/s72-c/slow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-1911423454752496722</id><published>2009-07-03T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:01:40.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RP is officially retarded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/Sk1rbXnwHcI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2jU_4n0pb3Q/s1600-h/Split_Personality_by_Miss_Julie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354053649954774466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/Sk1rbXnwHcI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2jU_4n0pb3Q/s320/Split_Personality_by_Miss_Julie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Split Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright balls! I'm like in school blogging. I usually don't blog during physics lessons, because I got to pay attention and all. But, I can't help but do it this time. Firstly, I'm fuming. Why? The weather is so bloody hot and I was rushing to school, hoping to get to class on time. BUT! I was stuck at the 'custom' WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'PLEASE SHOW YOUR THERMOMETER BEFORE ENTERING'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Like why at this time? It's a FRIDAY! I bring my thermometer for all the other days. AND! You poopoo don't wanna check?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, does having a thermometer by my side prevents me or anyone of us getting the H1N1 virus? Apparently NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid $6 for a lousy thermometer. Don't even have a casing and all. Alright, shall continue later. Faci's back. Shall talk about him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back to blog again. School has been FUCKED UP. really. Our breaks are being staggered. The apparent reason was they didn't want the levels to meet each other. Especially the year 1s. Also, because it was said that they were the most contaminated batch. Wtf. I mean, I understand that. But, look at the timings of our breaks. 20mins for the 1st breakout, 2nd breakout for 45mins. Tell me how we're supposed to do our work or like even concentrate la huh. Damn rubbish la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, now we have stickers to classify us into groups A, B,C. So, if B is found wandering in school when it's not their breaktime. They'll be caught, sent home and be marked partial. WTF is this. All this don't prevent ppl from getting the virus. Ya, I know it's contagious and all. But, I just can't look from their perspective uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, andy is cool stuff la. He kinda got into an arguement with some director of &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*() I dont know what. Then that man went to complain. Loser uh. Complain what? Just get a life and move on la. Why waste precious time on sending dumb emails. Not like andy will care about the mail please. Old man, while patrolling, why not wear a mask uh, don't get the virus or like spread the virus around if it's already living in you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IT'S SOCIAL RESPONSIBILITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-1911423454752496722?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1911423454752496722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=1911423454752496722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/1911423454752496722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/1911423454752496722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/07/rp-is-officially-retarded.html' title='RP is officially retarded.'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/Sk1rbXnwHcI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/2jU_4n0pb3Q/s72-c/Split_Personality_by_Miss_Julie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-1034596510048471750</id><published>2009-06-29T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:30:57.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1 flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SkgyHz21-mI/AAAAAAAAAoI/49NDy433Ldk/s1600-h/chase+that+feeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352583266890545762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SkgyHz21-mI/AAAAAAAAAoI/49NDy433Ldk/s320/chase+that+feeling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Chase that feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to blog again. Didn't go to school on friday. Yes. And it's again. I was sick!! I was down with fever, diarrhoea and blocked nose. NOT anything serious uh. I'm not down with H1N1. Anyway, as many of you people have heard about the H1N1 going around in republic poly uh. Many have been quarantined la. This sucks please. At first many were unhappy about the school's arrangement la. Like only the freshman gets to stay home for a week. But, I thought that it was better to not get quarantined. Having to complete everything by yourself is like boring only. Plus, don't think the grades are included. So, wth right. Rather come to school to get my grades. But of course, if really get quarantined. Then, so be it lor. There's nothing much we can do also uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went to Sentosa with my parents yesterday. Ehh, quite boring. The sun was too bright, temperature was like 33degrees. Yeeee. So, sat in the car and watch tv instead:) hahaha. I wanted to go to the dolphin lagoon la. But, my mom said that it wasn't her purpose. Wth. She wanted to go there to have dinner. But, I didn't want. Have not heard anything special there. So, Nah. Rather have something simple at the kopitiam or something la. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to like Isetan on Saturday. Spent like 80plus on groceries. Had like so many food to test there la. HAHA. Parents and I were happily trying and buying. OMG, saw this King crab please. It's 400bucks. We were so tempted to buy. But, it's just too costly please. HAHA. Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone caught transformers yet? Arrg, I know I'm like lagging la. But, I hope to catch it this Friday. Heard it's really LONG. Like 2h30min. Should be catching it with Roz. But, she'll be watching it with Adam. So, I've gotta watch it with the boy and his friends. Well, hope I can make it this friday:) Arrg, it's so boring today please. Autoclave, UV. Wth! Boring please. I think I should go swimming soon. Get some healthy color on my skin. Okay, shall go contribute some work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-1034596510048471750?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1034596510048471750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=1034596510048471750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/1034596510048471750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/1034596510048471750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/06/h1n1-flu.html' title='H1N1 flu'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SkgyHz21-mI/AAAAAAAAAoI/49NDy433Ldk/s72-c/chase+that+feeling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-3672549578735121731</id><published>2009-06-16T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:01:29.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SjcIMfp-9nI/AAAAAAAAAnw/pj52suXClXk/s1600-h/bubblegum+kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347752093274797682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SjcIMfp-9nI/AAAAAAAAAnw/pj52suXClXk/s320/bubblegum+kisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bubblegum Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright. It's the 2nd day of school and it's chemistry! Boring alright. It's all about concentration, mol/L etc. Sucks please. 2 weeks of holiday was pretty alright:) Went for bbq sessions and drinking too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SjcfSKo66oI/AAAAAAAAAn4/JH3JLacsZjI/s1600-h/DSC02342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347777479479847554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SjcfSKo66oI/AAAAAAAAAn4/JH3JLacsZjI/s320/DSC02342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;At the bar:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SjciMGEwpPI/AAAAAAAAAoA/aR3H4JNYjxI/s1600-h/DSC02351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347780673710105842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SjciMGEwpPI/AAAAAAAAAoA/aR3H4JNYjxI/s320/DSC02351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;BBQ session:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha! yeah:) We're are supposed to go out again la. But, didn't have enough time. Now, boy is sick. So, gotta check on him to make sure he takes his medicine. Clinics sure do earn money! $58 for 3 kinds of medicine. ehh, I think it's expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went to LEO, checked my UT results. Mat.Sci - B:) I'm pretty satisfied because I didn't even study! Plus I started the test late. So, fair enough with just this grade. HAHA. Just hope that the other grades aren't that screwed uh. I've got no motivation to go to school. Someone help please! I want to like sleep whole day long. Lol. I'll be going for a talk later to earn like 1CE point. Pathetic. But, I don't have a choice if I wanna graduate. Alright then, till the next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Seals:)&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/7058829-3672549578735121731?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3672549578735121731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=3672549578735121731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/3672549578735121731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/3672549578735121731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/06/chemistry.html' title='chemistry'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SjcIMfp-9nI/AAAAAAAAAnw/pj52suXClXk/s72-c/bubblegum+kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-7801402211784898674</id><published>2009-05-28T10:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T10:33:42.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inside your vein 25/5/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/Sh3lcnr-RcI/AAAAAAAAAno/h9wKMRpBaok/s1600-h/inside_your_veins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340677012983793090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/Sh3lcnr-RcI/AAAAAAAAAno/h9wKMRpBaok/s320/inside_your_veins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Inside Your Vein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! Thursday morning and it's material science problem 6:( and heard that it's going to be difficult although it's the last week of school. Arrg. ROARS. I dont even understand what phase diagram is. ARRG. Someone just explain to me please. And someone please tell me why BEAUTIFUL AND TROUBLESOME TITANIC SANK? It's so bloody irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had New York New York that day. And yes, it's the love:):) I'll go try the root beer float the next time I head there. Anyone? :) Boy and I were rushing for time. So, didn't order the drink. Plus, it's pretty big uh. I doubt I can finish it. LOL. Then, we went to watch Angels and Demon. Ehh, not bad. (For the first time, we remembered to get couple seats. Loves.) There's this kid seated infront of us. Damn noisy la. Kept playing his toys. Plus, I doubt he understands the show please. That's for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, I've taken 3 tests already. Sucks la. TSK. Wrote rubbish and handed in rubbish. I'm so screwed. Shitified. Sigh. On a lighter note, Mommy's going to get a gucci perfume and use it as a decor in the house. She's going to evaporate the perfume. As usual! Also. I hope she gets a Hermes plate for me:) It's so pretty:) She likes it too la! Just that she doesn't wanna say. hehe.&lt;br /&gt; Alright then. I'll go study now. Boring piece of shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-7801402211784898674?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7801402211784898674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=7801402211784898674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7801402211784898674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7801402211784898674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/inside-your-vein-25509.html' title='inside your vein 25/5/09'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/Sh3lcnr-RcI/AAAAAAAAAno/h9wKMRpBaok/s72-c/inside_your_veins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-7239776997418634606</id><published>2009-05-17T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:22:20.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>takashimaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/ShANUwt4luI/AAAAAAAAAng/yliDpZghOCs/s1600-h/art,girl,photography,sensual,female,polaroid-add3100a3ce812f6469915d554e12b71_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336780208759936738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/ShANUwt4luI/AAAAAAAAAng/yliDpZghOCs/s320/art,girl,photography,sensual,female,polaroid-add3100a3ce812f6469915d554e12b71_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tell Me All About It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Alright, back to this space. Everyone agrees that I'm fat:) Well, it doesn't matter much to me at the moment. I'm just too lazy to move around and I want my muscles to become fats. Anyway, it's not like having a great body will get you some love. It'll just make you feel healthier and probably have another reason to act like a bitch. Provided you're naturally a hottie. Which is a damn cool thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Talking about getting some love. I think it's quite true that when you're single in your 50s or 60s, you don't talk about finding love anymore. It's more like finding a companion. It's like finding someone to hold hands with, finding someone to bring you to the toilet etc. It's quite a bias thinking. But, I think it makes sense. Keeping a marriage isn't easy. After 20-30years of facing the same person. Will there still be sparks? Will there still be love like before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay, I found out something cool. The last time Stacy asked me if I know a guy called Akira in my Kindergarten class. I didn't answer her. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, I've got an answer:)&lt;/span&gt; Yeah man! &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Akira was in my kindergarten class.&lt;/span&gt; My mom was so shocked la! lol. She kept asking if I really don't remember. And yes, I do not remember! I don't really remember childhood days. Especially when I've gotta go to school. Anyway, I've kinda forgotten how Akira looks like now. Saw him like years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mum said that I've also got a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kindergarten friend&lt;/span&gt; who used to stay at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lynwood&lt;/span&gt; or at least somewhere there. Ehhh, wonder who that person is. Heard that his/her &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;birthday is a day later&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;than mine&lt;/span&gt; or either it's on the same day. Mom said that we used to celebrate our birthday together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I kinda wish to get to see them again. Isn't it cool to be still contacting your kindergarten school friends? Seriously. It'll be even better if they are currently your friends in campus or something. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Right, I've not been studying these days uh. Which is very bad because my UT is just this coming tuesday. LOL. I'm so going to screw it pls. DAMN IT! I better not give up halfway like I usually do. Die also must try to score well, even though the paper is sure to be difficult. Don't want my mom to be nagging at me all day for my results uh. lol. Alright, it's time for bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Till then. Take care people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;drink more water, dinosaur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-7239776997418634606?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7239776997418634606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=7239776997418634606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7239776997418634606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7239776997418634606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/takashimaya.html' title='takashimaya'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/ShANUwt4luI/AAAAAAAAAng/yliDpZghOCs/s72-c/art,girl,photography,sensual,female,polaroid-add3100a3ce812f6469915d554e12b71_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-2048486007697055286</id><published>2009-05-14T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:30:48.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drown your fake personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SgvH_wyBheI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ooViEddFZpM/s1600-h/Drown_In_Your_Fake_Personality_by_XxDarkDecember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335578081790887394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SgvH_wyBheI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ooViEddFZpM/s320/Drown_In_Your_Fake_Personality_by_XxDarkDecember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Drown Your Fake Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! back to blog. haha! It's material science today. Was late for school today. Reason being, I was deciding whether to attend class or not. LOL. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I wanna go shopping.&lt;/span&gt; But nah, I still dragged my heavy body to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The rain persuaded me to sleep in ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay, 7/5/09. Went for class 5A2 gathering. Eh, it was kinda cool although not all turned up. Apparently, huimin, huiling, sam and I were like the earliest to reach. And sam was telling us all kinds of jokes. As usual. She's such a joker la. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So, we had thai express and I had tom yum soup, although I couldn't take spicy stuff. Well, C'mon, it's thai express. tom yum soup should be the main thing uh. LOL. As usual, rozand was late. Before she arrived, we took a photo:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SgvNjTjJN6I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Rqm0zmOaJKI/s1600-h/DSC02083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335584189977278370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SgvNjTjJN6I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Rqm0zmOaJKI/s320/DSC02083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yeah, I know most of us dont look so good here. But, it's ok la huh. Well, when rozand came, she was seated beside me, opposite rachel. Yep. Well, it was quite a cool arrangement I can say. Well, it wasn't on purpose k. Honestly, how many would know what happened between them. Well, but the atmosphere that day wasn't so bad:)  Everyone's still the same. After the gathering, I didnt feel like going home. SO, I went to find the boy at PP. Rozand went off with Adam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;7 free tickets to Singapore Flyer. Going with my dad and mom I think. ROARS. I wanna sleep sleep sleep. Waiting for that boy to knock off. As slow as ever. Stupid tortoise. LOL. lotsa love:):) Can we go have some sushi and some sashimi? lol. kk, I wanna go off already. Everyone left class already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-2048486007697055286?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2048486007697055286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=2048486007697055286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/2048486007697055286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/2048486007697055286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/05/drown-your-fake-personality.html' title='drown your fake personality'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SgvH_wyBheI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ooViEddFZpM/s72-c/Drown_In_Your_Fake_Personality_by_XxDarkDecember.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-5383939507376344090</id><published>2009-04-29T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:54:01.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>versace:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vitas Opera 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, back to blog. Vitas is pretty cool uh. Boy was introducing me to this that day. And, I just had the sudden urge to hear it again:) Alright, it's the second week of school. And, I'm not exactly enjoying it. I'm kinda like stress. There are so many things which I'm supposed to know but I don't. So, that's the stress I'm facing now. TMD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I bought a pair of VERSACE WHISKY GLASS!!!!!!! Omg, I'm so freaking happy with it la. Yes I know I'm not supposed to be spending money. But, I just couldn't help it since it is such a sweetie. Right? lol. There you go! A picture of it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SfhebiW_-OI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2eYqYGt7WKs/s1600-h/DSC02301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330113986165733602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SfhebiW_-OI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2eYqYGt7WKs/s320/DSC02301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to have billy bombers at central today:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SfhmIfVhSKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NXKX2nwVkKA/s1600-h/DSC02309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330122455029729442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SfhmIfVhSKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/NXKX2nwVkKA/s320/DSC02309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SfhnnwbkhCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/JSnionX3ZUo/s1600-h/DSC02310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330124091706082338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SfhnnwbkhCI/AAAAAAAAAnI/JSnionX3ZUo/s320/DSC02310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buffalo wings and fish n fries are both pretty good. And, obviously, I had my cookies and cream shake! HAHA. Finally boy got time for me already. And, it's sweet of him to think of compensation. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright! I feel like sleeping already. That's all for today:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-5383939507376344090?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5383939507376344090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=5383939507376344090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/5383939507376344090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/5383939507376344090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/versace.html' title='versace:)'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SfhebiW_-OI/AAAAAAAAAm4/2eYqYGt7WKs/s72-c/DSC02301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-6836390800397132878</id><published>2009-04-22T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:48:54.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day of school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/Se8SEtkaxPI/AAAAAAAAAmw/oB9rjs7JylM/s1600-h/let_me_kiss_it_better.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327496756363707634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/Se8SEtkaxPI/AAAAAAAAAmw/oB9rjs7JylM/s320/let_me_kiss_it_better.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Disposable NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, it's the first week of school and I've only attended 2 classes so far. What can I say about the classes so far? Hmm. What about- SuperDuperBORING? For chemistry, we were studying about ammonia. Well, it was pretty simple. Just that, I'm working with people I've not met in my life. And, it's just weird la k. Plus! it's the first day of school.&lt;/span&gt; One thing that made me laugh was the facilitator's way of speaking English. He just have to add "s" behind every word. Ok, maybe to most of the words. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The next day, had material science uh. TSK!  'The Ultimate Bicylce' . Ha! More like '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Ultimate Boring Module' LOL! Well, our faci didn't turn up. So, the module chair came to teach us. Ehh, is she funny? Apparently NOT. Some dumb incident happened. I was going to dump my breakfast away, so, I just left the food on the table uh. Then she came to ask about it, told her I was intending to throw it away. The she asked me sternly: Why waste food? HELLO! it's just that bit uh. Doesn't matter right. SO, we looked at each other. She asked: Why stare at her? Just to not offend her, I said that I didnt have the answer to that question. I believe that it wasn't of her concern also la. Chose the wrong topic if your intention was to get me to talk. I've been like wasting food every since I was a baby? Never once I finished the milk in the milk bottle. JUST THROW was what my mom always tell the maid to do:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, it's applied physics tmr. DAMN! Tell me about it please? I can't even do normal physics. What more applied physics? I'm dead this time uh. Deformation. I better try to pay close attention uh. New class again. TSK. Can't stand it. Can't they just put me in a class instead of getting me t change class everyday. I don't have very good memory uh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, boy found this dog in his temple and they adopted it for a few days till today. Tsk. It's sick. And they'll need 2k to send it to the vet and get all kinds of jab. So poorthing la. But, it was too costly. So, I think they brought it to elsewhere. Hmm, I was thinking of names like Oscar, Max, Jack or Rufus. Like not bad uh. Sadly, it's nowhere to be found now. It's like a husky according to boy. Maybe I can go adopt a dog and put it at his temple. lol. Think I'll get scolded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh yeah, I just had lots of skin food products. Heh! Thanks boy. Pay you back some other day. Ok, what about not paying. LOL. Ok, I just had 2 gulps of bird nest:):) Damn nice. Think my mom's mad uh. Bought a few hundred dollars of bird nest. Think for my dad uh. And, she went for some dumb massage. 30plus dollars for half hour. I thought massages are cheap? Is it not&gt; Anyway, I dislike massages. Espcially if it's some stranger doing it. Weird uh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I wanna turn in already. Till then:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I saw you, Liar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-6836390800397132878?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6836390800397132878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=6836390800397132878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/6836390800397132878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/6836390800397132878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/3rd-day-of-school.html' title='3rd day of school.'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/Se8SEtkaxPI/AAAAAAAAAmw/oB9rjs7JylM/s72-c/let_me_kiss_it_better.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-8030492988375833535</id><published>2009-04-07T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:29:55.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In love with you-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/Sdtkz394YLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GkThZnDIZ6M/s1600-h/In_Love_by_avivi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321958227027976370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/Sdtkz394YLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GkThZnDIZ6M/s320/In_Love_by_avivi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                      &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In Love-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, back to blog again. Right, was a little busy these few weeks. So, that explains briefly why I wasn't able to come to this space. Dad has just been discharged from the hospital few days ago and he's doing pretty well now. 2 months of mc. (slacker!) Anyway, all the best then. lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to have frolick with huimin some weeks ago. Great! I love it:) I'll be going back for more:) Ha! I've not been to that place for a really long time. It still smells the same, which I really like..Frolick didn't really satisfy our bordem. So, we had kinder joy too! Apparently, my mystery toy was some stupid jigsaw puzzle! I don't really like doing jigsaws la k. Think huimin's got jigsaw too. Lol. But, baby's lucky. He got a red little devil. He felt it was stupid too. So, we've decided to give it to gemmy. HAHA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met Rozand that day and we had a casual chat about our own lives. Good to hear she's surviving well :):) Anyway, One of our topics was about Ms Ting marrying to Mr Low. Hmm, it's really fast isn't it? Like, we 'found' out they were dating when we were sec 4/5. The next moment, they are going to tie the knot. How cool's that! lol. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7/4. Went to school today and there was a graduation service for the seniors. Parents were busy taking photos with their children la. haha. Entering into another phase of life. lol. I realised something today. Girls will always be girls, no matter age or size. Whenever it comes to prom or party, girls will always be out shopping in a group or at least with another friend, picking up the perfect dress with perfect matching shoes and bags etc. Everything must be perfect from top to toe, inside to outside.  Guys, most guys cannot really be bothered uh. Even if they do, don't think they are as particular as girls. That's 1 difference between girls and guys. Shall end here. Too tired to continue. My pimple is exploding on my chin. TSK!!!!!!!! Bad mood. So, I shall turn in early. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-8030492988375833535?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8030492988375833535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=8030492988375833535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8030492988375833535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8030492988375833535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-love-with-you.html' title='In love with you-'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/Sdtkz394YLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GkThZnDIZ6M/s72-c/In_Love_by_avivi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-7733268170800591003</id><published>2009-02-27T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:11:47.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day at AMK North pp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/Saf1DXbLfUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yqFp9zAhddY/s1600-h/Coercion__by_bjorke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307480124055846210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/Saf1DXbLfUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yqFp9zAhddY/s320/Coercion__by_bjorke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whatever you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright, how long have I not been here? LOL. Ages huh. Well, a very simple reason as to why I'm here today, is because I need to RANT ALL THE SHITS OUTTA ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, shall start by saying about my day. Yep yep, I went to visit my dad at the hospital at about 1pm. Well, he's much better already. Finished his bowl of porridge:) Hope daddy will be alright and get out of the hospital soon. Love you always:) Then, CL and I went to Eastpoint to get bubble tea and some Old Chang Kee's sotong stick. DAMN, it tasted great:):) After filling my stomach, we headed to our designated area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little mad with CL on the way. So, we didn't talk throughout the journey. Wait, CL doesn't know that I was mad. Yep. In any case, CL slept throughout the journey. It was when this guy who was speaking so loudly for 'i-don't-know how many minutes' which woke CL up. He was very annoyed with that fellow wearing uniform. All this happened at 4pm or so. Anyway, when we were about to alight, CL was standing at the 3rd last seat asking him to shut up because he was very noisy/loud. Thus, making the uniform guy a little annoyed and he asked CL to get off the bus and do his own things. In short, MYOB. Btw, the uniform guy was an indian man, twice the size of CL. He came forward with his left hand on CL's neck, and due to the pressure, CL hit his head on the pole of the bus and it formed many scratch marks on CL's neck with some blood. At that time, CL ripped off a few buttons on his shirt and he kept making a big fuss over it. NB. Btw, the indian guy was SO loud that it was penetrating my ear drums. And I just had to shout so that he could hear what I was saying. However, he didn't hear me still! Which made me damn annoyed. Was I not there? Or did I master the skill of turning invisible? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;^&amp;amp;*() I was stuck inside my own seat, so I couldn't do much to help. But, it made me a very clear eye witness. True enough that CL's tone was harsh and thus instigated the fight. However, it was him who lay his hands on CL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing which kept me damn annoyed was that he told the passengers on board that because CL doesn't like indians, therefore saw he was an indian, So CL was picking on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;^&amp;amp;*() How can he simply put words into someone's mouth! What more it was such a racist remark???!!! Excuse me! Do you think that you can actually say whatever you want without paying any price? Don't you read the papers? If I had recorded that down. Don't think you're gonna get away with it. You were just lucky. Whatever you had said this afternoon was what you were thinking all these while! Putting words into someone's mouth to gain pity. I was totally disgusted! Imagine if someone were to do like what you did to your son or daughter. Will you be happy? Given your character, you would have punched the fellow right? Wasn't that your favorite sentence today? (I could have punched him....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, he wasn't prepared to let us go. So, well, we went to the company, lodge a complain. Somehow, his loud voice became so soft and gentle. Which made me so sleepy and disgusted. Oh, he can't even give a full and proper scenario of what exactly happened. Just kept focusing on how CL attacked him, how bad we were. HAH, At least, we were not ashamed to admit that CL ripped off the buttons on his shirt. He leh? didn't admit that he made the marks on CL's neck. Also, he kept asking CL to shut up each time when CL tried to talk. Isn't it basic manners that one should have? Do you do that to your boss if you're unhappy with him? Shall dare you to do it someday. Arrg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he insisted on making a police report. And so, OFF HE WENT. We damn LL la. Just gotta go make also lor. Or else we are on the losing end ma. So, Off we went too:) Piangs, I eye witness also cannot speak at the police station lor. Just sit there and shake leg let everyone see how useless i am lor. TSK. His laopo not eye witness still can talk, me leh! Police don't let me talk. TSK!!!!! waste my time. In any case, guess how everything was settled? The other party asked us to pay him his salary, his clothes, his medical fee. YET!!! He didn't want to pay for CL's medical fee. Wahhhh!!! they earn lor!! They know we are still schooling. YET, they insisted us on paying all this for him. He is an adult in the workforce, YET! He cannot afford CL's medical fee. wahhh!! ruthless act man. He was abt to let the matter go, but the wife dont want lor. nb. Ok lor. In the end, he tries to be Jesus lor, told us " Nvm, just pay my salary, 70bucks. 70 bucks can afford right? My medical fee you can't afford, nvm" Piangs, I don't even see a scratch mark lor. I bet go see Private clinic the most only 30-50bucks leh. Why I cannot afford. You planning to go see which doctor? Fly to america then come back meh? Like that 10K give you also not enough la. I told him I had 65bucks only. Which was true. He gave me that damn unhappy face lor. He's not willing to pay CL's medical fee. And I must still give him money. Eh! There's no such thing as free lunch k. Give you money you still black face. I'm not born to see that kinda face k. I owe SG a living, but I don't owe you anything. Don't take it if you're so unwilling! It's my money, I wanna rip that money into pieces and throw it away, it's my problem. It's still mine. Still ask me to respect the money??? Am I suppose to kowtow to it? I'm still so puzzled, what makes you think, I, a student can afford 70bucks? And you, a working adult can't even afford 20bucks? Was that meant to be a joke? Or was it just to show us your selfish, stingy character? Isn't it a bad side to show if you're trying to be a saint? You have a family to support. Don't I have a family too? I'm not an orphan k. Also, if your conscience is clear, God bless you. The Earth is round(spherical), I believe what you've done it'll be done back to you someday. Well, may the force be with you. I shall close this chapter of my life asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-7733268170800591003?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7733268170800591003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=7733268170800591003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7733268170800591003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7733268170800591003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-at-amk-pp.html' title='day at AMK North pp.'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/Saf1DXbLfUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/yqFp9zAhddY/s72-c/Coercion__by_bjorke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-7111657957022077076</id><published>2009-02-05T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:28:01.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan trip 23-31 Jan 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYrJZoccvUI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2M_pu6JHjXc/s1600-h/DSC01798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299269353745464642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYrJZoccvUI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2M_pu6JHjXc/s320/DSC01798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back to blog again. So, I assume some of you poopies know where I've been for the past week. Well, yup yup. I was at Japan:):):) Honestly, it was the most memorable journey ever. Firstly, cuz it's uber expensive. Really. Everything there is expensive. anything below 10,000Yen is considered cheap to them. Wait! Maybe, nothing is expensive to them. LOL. Secondly, I so love the streets there. Everything is neat. It's a little like HK. Just that, the billboards are placed so much neater and nicer than HK. Believe this or not. They hardly have dustbins on streets. So far, the only places I've seen with dustbins are at shopping malls and toilets. Even then. It's still little compared to what we have in Singapore. There's just too many things I like about Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, their politeness have deteriorated over the years. But, overall, still good:) People in Tokyo are a bit cold/hostile. You'll realize that people there don't actually look at you, well, maybe a glance. But, honestly, they can't be bothered about you. It's just so different. You can wear a mickey mouse or hello kitty hat and no one would be laughing at you. Try it here! You'll feel like flushing yourself into the toilet bowl and disappear for good. True enough that they care how others look at them. But, everyone there is so trendy that the fashion they wear sometimes make them look like a madwoman. Well, at least there's still some cuteness in the madwoman style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about the food. Was it because of the season or something. I feel that japanese food served in Singapore is still much nicer than in Japan itself. For bento, every dish is cold except for the rice and soup. Everything is either salty or sweet other than the rice. They sure like their things to be super salty and super sweet. Well, thank god that I didn't have lots of pure japanese food for the entire trip. I believe I can't take it. On the other hand, The sashimi was perfect. It's damn fresh!! The lobster's flesh was sweet and crisp. Of cuz, it wasn't cheap. It's cheaper than Sg by about 10-20bucks. Worth? I think it's alright. By the way, i had international buffets most of the time. So, sorry. No pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the shopaholics and brand crazed, Japan has some unique models which are not found in other places. However, just be prepared to pay more. 400-500 minimum. Went to Loewe, one of the bags cost about twice the price we pay in Sg. Therefore, do your work before going over. Honestly, don't talk about brands to Japanese. They buy it like it's on sale even though it's not. Rich or what. Look, I'm not talking about the riches in Japan. I'm talking about those normal, average people. They really know how to pamper themselves. Well, the normal clothings are still payable and worth buying. Their things are made in China, but they have good quality control. Really. Even their towels! Should have bought one back for myself. Tsk. Dumb!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm a bit lazy now. So, PICTURES:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr3GlzoF-I/AAAAAAAAAko/yRHV6ucG8Xs/s1600-h/DSC01735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299319604154734562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr3GlzoF-I/AAAAAAAAAko/yRHV6ucG8Xs/s320/DSC01735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marc Jacobs:) &amp;amp; window seat:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr3urw7iOI/AAAAAAAAAkw/HFcfH135H-4/s1600-h/DSC01742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299320292948805858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr3urw7iOI/AAAAAAAAAkw/HFcfH135H-4/s320/DSC01742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breakfast in the SQ618:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr5a7-Sx3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/XJwvmCqSVVI/s1600-h/DSC01743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299322152725694322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr5a7-Sx3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/XJwvmCqSVVI/s320/DSC01743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rising of the sun:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr6MggtM3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/NQ1w0g00HLY/s1600-h/DSC01748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299323004347298674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr6MggtM3I/AAAAAAAAAlA/NQ1w0g00HLY/s320/DSC01748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View of Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kansai airport was a reclaimed land from rubbish/garbbage. COOL STUFF right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr7YL215XI/AAAAAAAAAlI/xCMpcPF2BxM/s1600-h/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299324304473056626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr7YL215XI/AAAAAAAAAlI/xCMpcPF2BxM/s320/DSC01752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 2: Universal studio.&lt;br /&gt;It was damn fun. It's big:) Damn big. Average queue for a ride was like 45mins. It was dead windy that day. I was wearing heels and I had no choice but to wear layers of socks if I don't want my toes to fall off. Ugly but whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr9Pk-MjLI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Pn8VqDMaa4M/s1600-h/DSC01765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299326355619220658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr9Pk-MjLI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Pn8VqDMaa4M/s320/DSC01765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr-sApiAvI/AAAAAAAAAlY/cv94lKn70n0/s1600-h/DSC01836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299327943596704498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr-sApiAvI/AAAAAAAAAlY/cv94lKn70n0/s320/DSC01836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first temple we went and it WAS SNOWING!!!!!!!!!! Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr_cd2QODI/AAAAAAAAAlg/-bPLIgiteGc/s1600-h/DSC01902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299328776068413490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYr_cd2QODI/AAAAAAAAAlg/-bPLIgiteGc/s320/DSC01902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYsAB2KnRTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/MptejH9cRhQ/s1600-h/DSC01933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299329418251420978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYsAB2KnRTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/MptejH9cRhQ/s320/DSC01933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shinkansen:) bullet train. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYsCE4C-vUI/AAAAAAAAAl4/FUuAoia5N3A/s1600-h/DSC01969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299331669319138626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYsCE4C-vUI/AAAAAAAAAl4/FUuAoia5N3A/s320/DSC01969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mt Fuji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYsD7YOki1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/uKDrabw46O4/s1600-h/DSC01993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299333705182251858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SYsD7YOki1I/AAAAAAAAAmA/uKDrabw46O4/s320/DSC01993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the 4th station of Mt Fuji. COLD COLD COLD!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SY2kXL0G2II/AAAAAAAAAmQ/aDEVAsIn2cw/s1600-h/DSC02011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300073054700230786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SY2kXL0G2II/AAAAAAAAAmQ/aDEVAsIn2cw/s320/DSC02011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sashimi time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SY2jmC-l8WI/AAAAAAAAAmI/HUo-LEk_Y18/s1600-h/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300072210514702690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SY2jmC-l8WI/AAAAAAAAAmI/HUo-LEk_Y18/s320/DSC01794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kansai airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SY2kvGEnlSI/AAAAAAAAAmY/eEGSknZFGIM/s1600-h/DSC02039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300073465475732770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SY2kvGEnlSI/AAAAAAAAAmY/eEGSknZFGIM/s320/DSC02039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow bridge &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKok. There's still more. But, I'm just too tired to do up and blog all those events there la huh. This post will be the longest post ever. LOL. Arrg. Lotsa stuff to do. Need to get charged up and fight the year through! But first! Shall go do up the photos for my aunt and mom's friends. Sorry people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-7111657957022077076?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7111657957022077076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=7111657957022077076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7111657957022077076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7111657957022077076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/02/japan-trip-23-31-jan-09.html' title='Japan trip 23-31 Jan 09'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SYrJZoccvUI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2M_pu6JHjXc/s72-c/DSC01798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-7474856476191370492</id><published>2009-01-23T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:30:37.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was never the one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXh2KYmQicI/AAAAAAAAAjY/YCHLyj_zOLg/s1600-h/Its+so+jimmy+choo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXh2KYmQicI/AAAAAAAAAjY/YCHLyj_zOLg/s320/Its+so+jimmy+choo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294111282747705794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was never the sweet girl in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Right, I'm not exactly ready for tomorrow. Arrg! I'm feeling so uncomfortable. I feel like slamming all doors in my house again. YES, you heard me right! AGAIN! I've done it this afternoon cuz I just feel like doing so. Stupid period, stupid pills. Oh well, shall think about something happy. Glad that I wouldn't be in town for Singapore. HAHA! Looking at the economy, I seriously think I'm lucky to be able to go Japan for holiday. The question is, will I shop and buy like mad? Well, I think I'll enjoy myself there. But, to buy like a mad woman. Think not la huh. Things there are kinda expensive. So, pardon me if I didn't get you guys stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Wendy sweet, I'll try to take as many photos as I can alright:) I hope we can go taiwan together someday. I'm kinda looking forward to it although we have yet to plan anything. LOL. Maybe cuz I've never been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXh_wGP8g8I/AAAAAAAAAjg/aKclrQDTwxU/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXh_wGP8g8I/AAAAAAAAAjg/aKclrQDTwxU/s320/DSC01687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294121826261959618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXiA0GZo_KI/AAAAAAAAAjo/xwOAvlBb8gs/s1600-h/DSC01688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXiA0GZo_KI/AAAAAAAAAjo/xwOAvlBb8gs/s320/DSC01688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294122994533727394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXiBO3kJR3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/rsAuESDnfxU/s1600-h/DSC01699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXiBO3kJR3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/rsAuESDnfxU/s320/DSC01699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294123454407722866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXiB5CslggI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rUv5EMgvabM/s1600-h/DSC01700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXiB5CslggI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rUv5EMgvabM/s320/DSC01700.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294124178950423042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXiCJf_wXXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JpZN1WJJxME/s1600-h/DSC01701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXiCJf_wXXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/JpZN1WJJxME/s320/DSC01701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294124461693361522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larissa was happily taking my camera taking pictures with everyone. LOL. Some pictures are not uploaded because I don't wish to cause some trouble here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXiEZi3DNPI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Un0lRCLEbm0/s1600-h/DSC01679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SXiEZi3DNPI/AAAAAAAAAkI/Un0lRCLEbm0/s320/DSC01679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294126936363316466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Jade:) It's a bit gross cuz we were like 3/4 done already. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be an angel in your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-7474856476191370492?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7474856476191370492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=7474856476191370492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7474856476191370492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7474856476191370492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-never-one.html' title='I was never the one.'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SXh2KYmQicI/AAAAAAAAAjY/YCHLyj_zOLg/s72-c/Its+so+jimmy+choo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-333829941217635876</id><published>2009-01-06T10:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:04:21.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SWK2p90LgpI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_g5KBgWnn4w/s1600-h/i_dreamed_a_story_like_this_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287989744570696338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SWK2p90LgpI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_g5KBgWnn4w/s320/i_dreamed_a_story_like_this_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Dreamed A story Like This&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to blog again. Have been real busy and apparently, today's the second day of school. I'm dreading it already because I'm so tired. I can hardly wake up every morning please. Anyway, I'm busy shopping with my parents and spending lotsa money la. LOL. My room curtain is done up recently. Happy Happy:) It's kinda nice. And my mom has just bought me a standing lamp for $500 plus. Woooo. I think it's pink. LOL. Nevermind. Can always change the top cover thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say I'm sick again? DAMN IT. Stupid sore throat and all. It's like killing me. Cuz I can't have all the good food in the world for a few days. LOL. Shall go study now. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm back. I got some pictures to upload. But I'll do it later. Maybe tonight or something:) Went for Mayday concert last Sunday (4/1/09) It's kinda cool eh. Because I seldom go for concerts. Even then, it'll be some musical concert or so. Yeah. SO, yep. Anyway, thank god for the good weather that day please. If not I'll be cursing like mad plus I do not know any of their songs. Maybe just 1 or 2 out of all the songs they sang. lol. I need some coffee. It's science module today. Stupid MRI. It's kinda cool but it's making my head explode. Tsk tsk! OH. I had swensen's ice cream that day. And the fellow is so stupid!!! How dare she made the wrong order for me. The flavors that I wanted wasn't in my plate. TMD. But, I still had it. Cuz it's still nice. I can't resist ice creams. Just that they didnt give me the flavors I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm going to have ice cream today. feel like having Gelare. But, shall see how. If the queue is too long. I'll forgo it. Alright, shall stop for now. Till then. Love truckloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SWQwBWY44nI/AAAAAAAAAhI/wi4N_B3ZHEI/s1600-h/DSC01626.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SWQwn-Xmv4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Y-YMHzZQI9g/s1600-h/DSC01631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288405325754843010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SWQwn-Xmv4I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Y-YMHzZQI9g/s320/DSC01631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayday Concert (4th Jan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SWQxCBTNixI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Gl3fNn25p1Q/s1600-h/DSC01635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288405773218319122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SWQxCBTNixI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Gl3fNn25p1Q/s320/DSC01635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SWQxgH8kDaI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nwSEtGFoF5Q/s1600-h/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288406290398449058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SWQxgH8kDaI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nwSEtGFoF5Q/s320/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SWQx8irQoWI/AAAAAAAAAho/A7gUmln5Md4/s1600-h/DSC01650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288406778609967458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SWQx8irQoWI/AAAAAAAAAho/A7gUmln5Md4/s320/DSC01650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like I said. I kinda enjoy the concert. But, I didn't stay till the end la. Was too tired. LOL. Afterthat, went to have mac. The cheesecake is pretty nice but not for the brownie. It's too sweet I think. Alright. Fullstop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-333829941217635876?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/333829941217635876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=333829941217635876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/333829941217635876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/333829941217635876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sick-again.html' title='I&apos;m sick again.'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SWK2p90LgpI/AAAAAAAAAhA/_g5KBgWnn4w/s72-c/i_dreamed_a_story_like_this_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-80225891360984619</id><published>2008-12-25T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:19:28.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SVOdni45nhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/512D_Mo-OSw/s1600-h/Breeze_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SVOdni45nhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/512D_Mo-OSw/s320/Breeze_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283740090541645330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breathing Hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, see some tags on my tagboard eh. So, I shall update alright. First, I shall start with my sickness. Yes. I've been sick for a week. Was on MC from 12th december till 16th december. Gosh. I remembered I was shivering like mad in the afternoon when I was at the clinic. My legs couldn't stop shaking. It was crazy. Seriously. I had a very fever and flu. Stupid flu bug! My fever didn't subside till like 18th december/19th december. GOSH. I was cooped up at home every single day. and DAMN! those rashes. It made me look like I've got some terminal illness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I thought I was about to die from dengue fever. I had all signs of dengue. Bleeding of gum, rash when fever subsides, extreme fatigue etc.. But, thank god. I didn't contract dengue. Cuz, I so hate the thought of going to the hospital. Also, it was the first time I had bottles of 100plus drink. One after another. LOL. My mom was so supportive of me drinking 100plus. Kuku. Eventually, I recovered. However, I'm down with fever again today. SICKENING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, 18th was Rachel's birthday. That silly girl. Finally 18 years old. Love you sweet! It was a pity I couldn't go down. I don't wanna drool over the BBQ food when I cant have any of them. LOL. Esplanade was the place which made me happy. And, on that very day, I had a venti caramel frappe:):) How long have I not tasted coffee. LOL. I miss having coffee. Lotsa them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, it's christmas today. I shall wish everyone merry christmas then. Happy holidays:) Mum and I dragged 2 log cakes home yesterday. It's from goodwood park hotel:) It wasn't that bad. That was my christmas eve. I was too tired and cold to be out counting down yesterday. I'll rather roll myself in my blanket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mom bought a LOEWE bag:):) It's kinda nice although I prefer the other leather one. Oh well, it cost us quite a bomb. But, so long she's happy. GOOD! It's high time to get a pair of new sunglasses. I eyed on a few. But, dont know which to pick. I'll let my mom pick. So both of us can use:) Ok, here for now. I'm too tired. Stupid medicine. Do something about the medicine. Make it all to syrup and with more flavours. Capsules/tablets are just too big and gross. Till then alligators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dislike sweet pies!&lt;br /&gt;I love Mr snowman!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-80225891360984619?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/80225891360984619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=80225891360984619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/80225891360984619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/80225891360984619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/12/breathe-hard.html' title='Breathe Hard'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SVOdni45nhI/AAAAAAAAAg4/512D_Mo-OSw/s72-c/Breeze_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-3349919442334262050</id><published>2008-12-10T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:51:03.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heal Yourself bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/ST9qlO1S87I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ar6p-TGkhPE/s1600-h/HealYourself-+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/ST9qlO1S87I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ar6p-TGkhPE/s320/HealYourself-+edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278054476170851250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Whatever you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If there is a need for an answer, I shall sew my mouth shut because I don't think I'm able to answer anything.  If there's a need to dig everything out, I will not stop you because it is not necessary for me to do so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you feel happier this way, I will not comment on anything. If you wish me to give you back the paradise you always wanted, you shall take it back from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm back to blog. It's cognitive module today. "Professional Responsibility" Hmm, ask me if it's fun. I'll say it's NOT AT ALL. I mean it's totally boring la. 2 of my group members left. I should have followed too. But, my grades are kinda screwed already. So, I've decided to stay on. Seriously, it is too boring. Faci knows that we're dead hostile to her. But her actions tell me that she's asking for it. Ohwell. Anyway, can anyone tell me what a murderer thinks when they're in action? In like, do they really think of committing a crime. Hmm. Silly banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO damn annoyed. I've been eating like mad these few days. Have been eating sandwhich in school these few days. It's dead yummy:):) I had it during the 1st break today. HAHA!! Had grilled fish sandwhich:):) Argg. I've been so pissed off these few days. Seriously,FUCK everything. I'm dead pissed. Step on my tail and you shall say bye to your body parts. This lesson is so damn long long long!!! It's moving like a tortoise. FUCK. Hurry up. OMG. I'm so sleepy. I so wanna go home. Roars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cold blooded is my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caveat Emptor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It's 1048 now. Think I'll be turning in soon. I've got a test tmr. TSK TSK. till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-3349919442334262050?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3349919442334262050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=3349919442334262050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/3349919442334262050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/3349919442334262050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/12/heal-yourself-bitch.html' title='Heal Yourself bitch!'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/ST9qlO1S87I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Ar6p-TGkhPE/s72-c/HealYourself-+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-2567055425521212456</id><published>2008-11-27T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T16:21:28.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping sane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSzzob9hfYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ifMe4XPQmq0/s1600-h/keeping_sane+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSzzob9hfYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ifMe4XPQmq0/s320/keeping_sane+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272857139770129794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;em&gt;Keeping Sane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Alright. I'm back to blog. I'm having Cognitive Module at the moment. Realsim &amp; Anti-realism. BORING!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I watched Beverly Hills Chihuahua yesterday!! OMG! Fantastic. Chloe is so damn cute. Think I'll name my daughter Chloe next time. (that's if I ever get married and get pregnant) If not, I'll just get a chihuahua or a yokshire terrier and name it chloe:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Sorry for the long wait. back back back. Some pictures of chloe:):)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SS4NM7DMxxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JC0DFctuojI/s1600-h/41103-beverly_hills_chihuahua_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SS4NM7DMxxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/JC0DFctuojI/s320/41103-beverly_hills_chihuahua_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273166729358133010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chloe and friends at the poolside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SS4N9864iNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/iyicFRmvgns/s1600-h/beverly_hills_chihuahua_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SS4N9864iNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/iyicFRmvgns/s320/beverly_hills_chihuahua_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273167571673712850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chloe and Rachel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, chloe is a cute little chihuahua clad in her diamonte and in her bootie. Princess please. HAHA. Sunglasses for a dog? Out shopping in LV bag. OMG, I wish I had such a life. But, I don't wish to be a chihuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;27/11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. My dear stacy will be turning 18 tmr. OMG, that girl is a wildchild!! She'll be clubbing like mad. HAHA. I was thinking if I should go meet her to wish her happy birthday. I wouldn't be free tomorrow ehh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I'm getting fatter and fatter. I'm so annoyed. Please help me to slim down. ROAR. Right, it's communication module today. Taboo. haha. Quite fun la huh. Watched REC (spanish) AIYO AIYO!!! Kill them ah. I got so scared that I was shivering la. Wendy and I were like. OMG. We don't even wanna watch. But, it was like on the screen and we're seated near the screen. TSK TSK! It's not horror show. But it's a thriller. My heart was like throbbing madly. OMG. Don't like it la. Everyone died in the end. Yeeeeeee. So, mutants win. HAHA. Predictable. But, tsk. I hate those mutants. Mutated ass. I can't imagine if this really happens. Stupid. I would rather die then to get affected. However, I don't know why every mutant bites, the victim wouldn't die. Ok, maybe cuz the victims are being saved. But, no logic la. Right. till then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sayang:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-2567055425521212456?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2567055425521212456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=2567055425521212456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/2567055425521212456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/2567055425521212456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/keeping-sane.html' title='keeping sane'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SSzzob9hfYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ifMe4XPQmq0/s72-c/keeping_sane+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-7340062292246276993</id><published>2008-11-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:01:56.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new curtain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSlt4K9QJxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5Q8TIM9xfaA/s1600-h/Exclimation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSlt4K9QJxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5Q8TIM9xfaA/s320/Exclimation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271865650595243794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;em&gt;love you anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to this space again. First and for most, I would like to thank those people who went to the hospital to visit my dad and to all those who have asked about his condition. He's doing fine now. No worries. Just don't go bully him because you wanna to show off your powers. WHY? Cuz,if you do, I'll come after your ass. I'll make sure it's on fire:) Anyway, yeah. daddy's having some rest now. loves:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, went to ikea with my parents yesterday. Was hoping to get some cheap curtains for my room. But, nah, did not find any that will suit my room. So, we got it custom made instead. Well, I just got my nails done yesterday. Guess I was too bored and needed to do something. So, yep yep. Red nails now. Awesome:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some events in Ikea for now. Hmm, had dinner at ikea at about 630pm. Spent about 30bucks. It's cheap la. Lets see what my parents and I had for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 plate of chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;1 plate of pasta.&lt;br /&gt;1 plate of Christmas cold dish&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of coffee with croissant&lt;br /&gt;1 plate of poached salmon&lt;br /&gt;1 plain rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's about it. The servings aint big. So,that explains why we had so many dishes on the table. We shared anyway. Always do:) Walked round ikea and had lotsa fun. Mom kept making fun of dad and stupidly, Daddy kept asking me to get those tall bookshelves. Bet he didn't realize I actually dumped 2 out of my room and now, he wants me to get back the same thing. WEIRD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mummy looks kinda cool on the driver seat. But, I think she suck at driving. She gave all kinds of excuses to cover herself from embarrassment. LOL!! Stupid la huh. Oh yeah, I might be getting a pair of new slippers:) Oh my. I should start saving and not spend more money each week. HAHA. Shall stop spending. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shilin chicken is so yummy. Have been having it for like 2 weeks. Not everyday though. Think that fellow is dumb. I told him I want it less spicy. AND! Amazingly is was less red. However, it was flooded with pepper. Ehh, hello! That wasn't really helpful la. But, I ate a lot. HAHA. Hungry I guess. Addictive. Anyway, shall post some pictures of what i've gotten in about 2-3weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSl6E634B9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/kDEwsRKFxoU/s1600-h/DSC01538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSl6E634B9I/AAAAAAAAAfI/kDEwsRKFxoU/s320/DSC01538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271879063755556818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSl6TOz9mJI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Wx9VThmiGVk/s1600-h/DSC01547edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSl6TOz9mJI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Wx9VThmiGVk/s320/DSC01547edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271879309626022034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pepper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSl609p9FyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/OqEw_ZjtnTI/s1600-h/DSC01545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSl609p9FyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/OqEw_ZjtnTI/s320/DSC01545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271879889136195362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sexy dolce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSl7nqzVy0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Veq8di881Aw/s1600-h/DSC01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSl7nqzVy0I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Veq8di881Aw/s320/DSC01541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271880760248617794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSl8KMx4S5I/AAAAAAAAAfo/ELp3seT0u1o/s1600-h/DSC01540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSl8KMx4S5I/AAAAAAAAAfo/ELp3seT0u1o/s320/DSC01540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271881353484848018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The depressed one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes. Don't know why it is that suicidal. Crazy. One thing that's definitely on its profile would be, "I love banging my head against the pebbles of different colors" Have not decided on a name yet. Suggestions? For now, it's just called baobei or baby. HAHA!! It respond anyway. Stupid. Till then. Take care folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-7340062292246276993?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7340062292246276993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=7340062292246276993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7340062292246276993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7340062292246276993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-curtain.html' title='new curtain'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SSlt4K9QJxI/AAAAAAAAAfA/5Q8TIM9xfaA/s72-c/Exclimation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-8394812350081046639</id><published>2008-11-21T10:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:22:43.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSYNLKfCJkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/yEWYPz21XfA/s1600-h/Edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SSYNLKfCJkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/yEWYPz21XfA/s320/Edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270914899327985218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;em&gt;You're an angel disguised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALright, back to blog again. I'm like so sleepy please. This week seemed like forever. SHIT! Why so slow la! Anyway, I freaking skipped my cognitive UT2. DAMN! On top of that, I skipped the first cognitive UT too. Freaking shit. Am I going to my grave soon or what. OMG. Today's problem is another killer. Why can't you just let me enjoy my fridays in school. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just made my module selection. I've picked microbiology. Was thinking if I should pick another elective so that when I'm in my senior year I can give more time to my Final Year Projects. TSK. Headache la huh. If I pick 1 elective for sem2.1, then year 3.1 I gotta pick another 1. Year 3.2, I've gotta pick 2 more electives. Ehh, like busy only please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first thing I should do is to clear my clear my CE points-- 30 more points to go!! Next, to clear my pp. Haiyoh. Shall stop talking about school stuff for now. &lt;br /&gt;It's just too boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!!! It's been a week since I tasted CHOCOLATE!!!!! I'm like having CHOCOLATE WAFFLE WITH BARLEY right now:):) Chocolate is the love of my life please. CRAVINGS SASTISFIED! Good Good. Happy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning, and I felt like having Nasi Lemak. In my mind was the rice, the egg and the home made chilli. Yummy yummy. What's with me huh. Keep wanting to eat and all. Fattening please. But, I think I don't really care much for now. Accept me for who I am alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozand showed me Joyce's blog that day. OMG, her son is so damn cute! It's like small and all. Seriously, She's still so thin after birth, which is the part I envy most. I mean most people will have excess meat and fats hanging around the abdomen. She has none please. Stay pretty girl. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, daddy was admitted to Changi Hospital on Tuesday. Tsk. He fainted at his workplace. Seriously, the company should go do something about the environment there and not waste money on people who don't deserve that kinda salary. Glue their fat ass on the office chair and call others to do their work. LIKE. EXCUSE ME?? This is called bullying. So, when something happens, just push all the blames to others. WOW. Smart move! Don't think so highly of yourself alright. I believe the company will look into this matter. Thank God my dad is alright, scared me so badly la. Have been going down to the hospital everyday. Love you daddy:):) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocolate will be the answer no matter what the question is:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love Swensens:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coffee and cotton candy is love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-8394812350081046639?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8394812350081046639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=8394812350081046639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8394812350081046639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8394812350081046639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/hospital.html' title='hospital'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SSYNLKfCJkI/AAAAAAAAAe4/yEWYPz21XfA/s72-c/Edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-8792110006161076016</id><published>2008-11-11T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:55:03.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me you still love me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SRk2zF9su7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/vqNrVN-A8Xs/s1600-h/deviantart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SRk2zF9su7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/vqNrVN-A8Xs/s320/deviantart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267301490588695474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;em&gt;Tell me you still love me. Tell me you still miss me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. It's been quite awhile. Ehh, right I left class at 2nd breakout yesterday. WHY? Because the science problem statement was just so.......pervertic. Totally. What's with the projectile, adiabatic expansion. OMG, it's just killing me. So, OFF I WENT!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, quite a lot of people left too, but, whatever, I didn't follow them. I went to meet the boy and went to town. OMG, I spent lotsa money yesterday please. Don't know what's with me. Maybe cuz I just wasn't happy about something. Hmm, went to town, got a few items:) Now, I'm uber broke. Anyway, my mense came yesterday. Roars. It's so annoying. My cramps were hurting me like mad. BUT, I insist on going waraku to have some parfait. LOL. It's so yummy yummy. I'll be there again soon. REAL SOON!! Oh, but sadly, I didn't bring my camera out yesterday. Because I didn't expect myself to pon class. If not I could have taken how sweet looking my parfait was. Ehh, kidding la. It's just maccha azuki:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Oh yes, I dont know what's with my mood yesterday. Over a little thing, I'll just get angry. Trust me. My mood yesterday was so bad. A little while happy, a little while sad, then angry. It's like depression la. Stupid please. I'm so going back to town to get my dress, boxers, bangles, shoes. wooooooo. When should I go? NONO. Should ask myself when would I have money to get all of these at once. Major shopping spree:) yeeeeeeeeeee. So horrible, my eyes are so puffy. It's like air is being pumped into my eyelids. So puffy. Yeeeeeee. I'm so tired please. Maybe I'll upload what I've bought some other time. By the way, wendy and I were like blogshopping during science class yesterday. Saw some really nice clothings:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, some pictures. I said that my mood yesterday was like a little life boat on a stormy sea. It's like raging with tons of emotions. It may be caused by thinking too much of nonsense or whatsoever, but, true enough I had a quite a bad day with those uncontrollable stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SRl8VGo3jpI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fVwYgatBba8/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SRl8VGo3jpI/AAAAAAAAAeg/fVwYgatBba8/s320/DSC01511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267377941187628690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love&lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SRl8-hqTjCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zttCoE-O9aA/s1600-h/DSC01507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SRl8-hqTjCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zttCoE-O9aA/s320/DSC01507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267378652816051234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SRl9ZGul2AI/AAAAAAAAAew/NSDx3N-qrxY/s1600-h/DSC01521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SRl9ZGul2AI/AAAAAAAAAew/NSDx3N-qrxY/s320/DSC01521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267379109442738178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raging Emotions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, in any case, It was a fair day la huh. At least after spending 80 or 90 bucks ~ LOL. Anyway, that's all for now. Till then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9th November 2008. 1158am. I Miss You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-8792110006161076016?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8792110006161076016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=8792110006161076016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8792110006161076016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8792110006161076016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/tell-me-you-still-love-me.html' title='tell me you still love me.'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SRk2zF9su7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/vqNrVN-A8Xs/s72-c/deviantart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-1272813689980186487</id><published>2008-11-07T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:50:15.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tavistock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SROT9zoZ8QI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-djXncscnMo/s1600-h/bed,dress,hair,hands,lilya,corneli,sit-5cfe826c8cb3ec982c6449e70c6dd314_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SROT9zoZ8QI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-djXncscnMo/s320/bed,dress,hair,hands,lilya,corneli,sit-5cfe826c8cb3ec982c6449e70c6dd314_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265715079367225602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;em&gt;Boy, I'm thinking of you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm having enterprise module today. HAHA! Long time no see paul seh. HAHA. My uncle toby's chocolate chip muesli bar is just right beside me. Tempting me:) Hmm, couldn't wake up today la. Sucks please. But luckily, I reached class on time la. lol. Today's problem is like about franchising, about sales growth. lol. Aiyo, headache. Hmm, alright alright. I shall go start on some researching or I'll be so lost today. Till then. Loves:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-1272813689980186487?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1272813689980186487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=1272813689980186487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/1272813689980186487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/1272813689980186487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/tavistock.html' title='tavistock.'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SROT9zoZ8QI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-djXncscnMo/s72-c/bed,dress,hair,hands,lilya,corneli,sit-5cfe826c8cb3ec982c6449e70c6dd314_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-8202260191564304565</id><published>2008-11-03T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:28:26.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SQ6Z4vZrcII/AAAAAAAAAeI/htbcVgoQol8/s1600-h/dolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SQ6Z4vZrcII/AAAAAAAAAeI/htbcVgoQol8/s320/dolly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264314214518583426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;em&gt;Take Me Home, Will You?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, heh! It's the first day of school today. As usual, I set my alarm clock at 610am. However, I didn't even hear it ringing this morning =_= Nevermind. It's not the first time. HAHA. The train station was pretty peaceful today. Thought there was no school la. (fat hope!) I was kinda like panicking, looking around. lol! But, it's a good thing that I had a peaceful morning. Speaking about peaceful. Seriously, in Singapore. It's difficult to find somewhere peaceful to rest your mind huh. Maybe, the most crowded place will actually be the most peaceful place for the soul. It's like sipping latte/expresso at coffeebean. I think it might just calm your soul. EHHH. But, no expresso for me. It's so black. Hmm, Yeah!! Speaking of coffee. I should go visit coffeebean sometime. But, if someone finds out!! HEHEHE. Anyway, next week would be my 2nd tests. NONO. It starts tmr! SHUCKS. Oh well, congratulate me with some eggs:) till then. take care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE PUDDING is the love of the day:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-8202260191564304565?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8202260191564304565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=8202260191564304565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8202260191564304565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8202260191564304565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-boy.html' title='baby boy.'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SQ6Z4vZrcII/AAAAAAAAAeI/htbcVgoQol8/s72-c/dolly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-1730904346165573635</id><published>2008-10-22T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:15:52.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To brighthill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8Kbc197UI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Fsj0NkQGjGs/s1600-h/strings+attached.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8Kbc197UI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Fsj0NkQGjGs/s320/strings+attached.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259934356507323714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strings Attached&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I didn't turn up for school today. Right, have not seen my cognitive facilitator for 3 weeks and will not be seeing her next week too. Nevermind. She isn't that pleasant to look at anyway. I always don't get what she's trying to ask as well, even though she didn't use big gigantic words. Something is wrong with her. Not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, woke up pretty early today. Infact, I crawled outta bed today. Kept snoozing my father. He was like a big alarm clock asking my mother and I to wake up. Super tired la. Didn't really sleep well for the past few days. I was at the wake by 910am. We had our rituals in the noon. Seriously, I so hate this aunt of mine. I'm so disgusted to have her as my aunt. She claims she's a buddhist, she's not greedy, she doesn't take advantages of people etc. Whatever, she just claims she's the saint of all saints. *Please box yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment she knew that there'll be food at the wake, she called all her daughters, daughter in laws and grandchildren to come over with an empty stomach! wth. She is the only one with education in the family. So she thinks the rest of us are not her match and she starts ordering people around. She's always picking on my dad and uncle. TSK! Ahma doted on the wrong person! Giving birth to you and giving you education was a mistake. The reasons why I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Scolded me at your husband's wake when there were so many ppl around. (teochew cannot speak teochew got problem?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Giving me a stupid face when I call you auntie and scolded my father.(FINE! GUGU!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Call you gugu also don't wanna respond to me. Think you what la huh! &lt;br /&gt;4. You always want everything to yourself! Selfish!(buddhism don't teach such an act)&lt;br /&gt;5. Conned your mother's money. 40k! (ahma would strike you with lightning)&lt;br /&gt;6. Asked to help own brother by giving a little bit of money also cannot. Say don't have. (OEI! $100 of 40k is not even 10%)&lt;br /&gt;7. Conned a tin of Gold and not letting others know (don't tell me she gave to u willingly. You brainwashed her! Go be actress la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Took away ahma's belongings. There were a lot of antiques left behind. 2 pure silver belts!! (It wasn't meant for you. Ahma said it was for my father and Uncle. A size of 20c coin can sell in the market for $700. It's the whole belt. What do you think? You're dead greedy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to it. Don't you dare ask for ahma's ashes! By the way, heard you're the richest among all of them. Then why do you still need that much cash? Buying yourself a gold coffin?? I shall give you a suggestion. Why not YOU go take ahma's pillow, ahma's bedsheets, ahma's slippers, ahma's clothings SINCE YOU love her to death and can manifest your filial piety!!! Ahma would be watching you. You're not going to to get away with it. I'm uber disgusted. I don't understand where you get those genes from! Everyone in the family is so humble. You're not. You're like a beast. I didn't wanna talk about it. But, these made me hate you. You brought it upon yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some pictures:) Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8VQp0U8bI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MReg8GNNJQ8/s1600-h/DSC01468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8VQp0U8bI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MReg8GNNJQ8/s320/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259946265639449010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8UdjPEseI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8sXYRpxNHoE/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8UdjPEseI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8sXYRpxNHoE/s320/DSC01479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259945387699253730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8WMmaVr2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/xMM9wHIAuT0/s1600-h/DSC01472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8WMmaVr2I/AAAAAAAAAW4/xMM9wHIAuT0/s320/DSC01472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259947295517290338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bryan and Jethro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8XD_-Vu5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/h5q-HPyNkbM/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8XD_-Vu5I/AAAAAAAAAXA/h5q-HPyNkbM/s320/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259948247271979922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure he's enjoying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8XzYF4t1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/iia518lhvp4/s1600-h/DSC01504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8XzYF4t1I/AAAAAAAAAXI/iia518lhvp4/s320/DSC01504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259949061199935314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diggin in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. It was raining when we're on our way to guang ming shan. OMG, I couldn't hold back my tears when the coffin was being pushed into the furnace. Well, we're not allowed to cry because. I don't know why. Someone passed that rule down. Well, I miss you lots grandama. Does it hurt when you're in there? They pushed you hard huh. Well, at least all the sufferrings you had here are gone now. Gone forever. You've now crossed to another world. Live well there. I'll visit you whenever I'm free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-1730904346165573635?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1730904346165573635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=1730904346165573635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/1730904346165573635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/1730904346165573635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-brighthill.html' title='To brighthill'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SP8Kbc197UI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Fsj0NkQGjGs/s72-c/strings+attached.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-5418398899357417712</id><published>2008-10-20T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:47:48.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18102008-grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SPwV1fkN2wI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/I5piIVrhpTs/s1600-h/back,calm,landscape,nature,beaut,cold-85140fb5d1d65d14591d0b5e2394a6df_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SPwV1fkN2wI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/I5piIVrhpTs/s320/back,calm,landscape,nature,beaut,cold-85140fb5d1d65d14591d0b5e2394a6df_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259102473612548866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;em&gt; I Prayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was having some serious moodswings ever since the last post. I've kinda sorted out why I had it. But, I guess there's more to it. Anyway, I'm not in school today. Have been busy for the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRANDMOTHER PASSED AWAY PEACEFULLY ON 18102008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a devastating news la. I prayed on Friday night before I slept. Actually it was midnight. Anyway, I Asked God to take away all her sufferrings. I couldn't bear seeing her in such pain. She can't talk, she can't eat even if she's hungry. I mean. It hurts to see her like that. So, I have been real busy over the weekends. She's 90 this year I think. Living up till such an age is already a blessing. Upon saying that. She's already a great-grandmother. So, super duper blessed:) The eldest great-grandson is already 17 years old. Which is also my newphew la. I really wonder if my grandmother went away in peace. She passed away in the hospital. None of us were there only the doctors. How did she feel. Hmm. Lonely I guess. Oh well. OMG. I still can't believe she's gone. She dotes on me the most although I don't visit her often. At least I visited her last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew something wasn't right on Friday. My left eye lids were twitching so badly. Maybe that's why I prayed and felt a little better. I hope my grandmother would come to find me in the night or something. I really wish to see her again. Ohwell, more updates to come. I'll just stop here for now. Gotta go study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SPwa0Pa7bYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xwKodKposjU/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SPwa0Pa7bYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xwKodKposjU/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259107949656894850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;em&gt;Jethro and Tiffany&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-5418398899357417712?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5418398899357417712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=5418398899357417712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/5418398899357417712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/5418398899357417712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/18102008-grandma.html' title='18102008-grandma'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SPwV1fkN2wI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/I5piIVrhpTs/s72-c/back,calm,landscape,nature,beaut,cold-85140fb5d1d65d14591d0b5e2394a6df_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-8462694401830448133</id><published>2008-10-16T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:04:38.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SPbs9OW3rbI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-vUQ2qo-F7w/s1600-h/bed,couple,lina,scheynius-8ab6d4a002cd2482167da4a21b0dd5db_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SPbs9OW3rbI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-vUQ2qo-F7w/s320/bed,couple,lina,scheynius-8ab6d4a002cd2482167da4a21b0dd5db_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257650151571828146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;em&gt; Oh Boy, I Miss You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Have not come to this space for quite some time. I'm feeling kinda down and frustrated. Don't know what's with me. Tsk. I'm currently having some tummyache. Shucks. I'll continue some other time. Having some serious moodswings now. RAWWWRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-8462694401830448133?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8462694401830448133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=8462694401830448133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8462694401830448133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8462694401830448133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-my-baby.html' title='I miss my baby'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SPbs9OW3rbI/AAAAAAAAAWI/-vUQ2qo-F7w/s72-c/bed,couple,lina,scheynius-8ab6d4a002cd2482167da4a21b0dd5db_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-5160380855920764588</id><published>2008-10-12T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:34:31.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minnie mouse towel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SPIBwbKw3rI/AAAAAAAAAV4/U9-CwKunxuI/s1600-h/girl,photography,snow,umbrella,pretty,little,photos,winter-077c02cc5af673f94aff4a5f59ecfe6d_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SPIBwbKw3rI/AAAAAAAAAV4/U9-CwKunxuI/s320/girl,photography,snow,umbrella,pretty,little,photos,winter-077c02cc5af673f94aff4a5f59ecfe6d_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256265646533041842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes can no longer see me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Back to this space. Had been pretty busy lately. First test for G106 and A103 have ended. What do I have to say about it. Well, I could just say, I've screwed it badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G106: Missed out a question and a few sub questions! Totalling of 15marks. Also, I made careless mistakes here and there. I'm so screwed. Better do well for the next G106 test. TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A103: yes yes yes. Entirely screwed because I know nuts about vertical speed and horizontal speed. HEH!! However, I managed to fill up 95% of the paper:) Just scribble any number down because it's better than leaving blanks. At least I attempted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, went to town with my parents today. DAMN! Offers here and there. But my BELOVED wasn't in sight. So bloody sad. Hope it's still there waiting for me. Anyway, I bought a pink minnie mouse towel for $29.90. I realized I'm crazy over towels. I have got 6 bathing towels left. Hmm, dad used one of my favorite towels by accident. So, left with 6. Think I'll be throwing 1 away. Then, I'll be left with 5 bathing towels:) Yeah yeah. I dont really care actually. But, the minnie mouse is a real sweet:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SPIHYEqHuoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Nbqv2OerA8c/s1600-h/DSC01465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SPIHYEqHuoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Nbqv2OerA8c/s320/DSC01465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256271825243454082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Granny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes. This is my granny. Taken by my dad. Granny isn't doing very well as you can see. My heart was aching when I saw her. She was breathing so hard please. She can't speak much since she has difficulty breathing. The only phrase she spoke to us was that she wanna go home. Heartache seh! Tsk. She can't eat too. And, an old lady told us that she kept complaining she was hungry that night. Poorthing eh. Oh! See that blue thing at the back? Its a little recorder which plays chants. Granny is a buddhist la. My cousin left it there hoping to calm her I guess. Guanyin will look after you k? loves:) Once again, I love you:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sluts are lovable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-5160380855920764588?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/5160380855920764588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=5160380855920764588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/5160380855920764588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/5160380855920764588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/minnie-mouse-towel.html' title='minnie mouse towel'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SPIBwbKw3rI/AAAAAAAAAV4/U9-CwKunxuI/s72-c/girl,photography,snow,umbrella,pretty,little,photos,winter-077c02cc5af673f94aff4a5f59ecfe6d_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-4794246346071171635</id><published>2008-10-08T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:38:33.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waking up in a dumpster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SOy91O_IosI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qltzLtoIFgU/s1600-h/waking+up+in+a+dumpster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SOy91O_IosI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qltzLtoIFgU/s320/waking+up+in+a+dumpster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254783587488146114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waking Up In A Dumpster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this is how I feel today. Ehh, not that my bed was messy or like my room smells like crap. But, I woke up feeling like messed up, like crap. Yeah, everything wasn't quite right. Afterthat, I found out why. I went to the toilet, realized that someone visited me during the wee hours huh. I dislike it. But, every girl goes through this :( I mean, it's okay with the massive bleeding. But, just minus off the cramps. It's tormenting please. Okay, didn't attend class again. TSK. I know I'm screwed. Think I'll need some serious brain-washing. TSK. Having menses drains me out totally. I'm restless and I'll be having my science test tmr. LOL. I've not studied a single problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potential Energy = Magnetic Gravitational acceleration Height. &lt;br /&gt;Kinetic Energy = 1/2 Mass Velocity squared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. That's all I know. How great! With this, I can't even whack the full paper. Probably just 2 questions. Wait, Is there pressure in Space?  Hmmm, I think there is. Anyway, I'm kinda tired right now. Till then. Wish me luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOUR MOM LOVES SPIDERS AND SNAKES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-4794246346071171635?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4794246346071171635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=4794246346071171635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/4794246346071171635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/4794246346071171635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/waking-up-in-dumpster.html' title='waking up in a dumpster'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SOy91O_IosI/AAAAAAAAAVw/qltzLtoIFgU/s72-c/waking+up+in+a+dumpster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-3334311551733554745</id><published>2008-10-06T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:28:11.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel pulchritudinous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SOl_yeMF5dI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0ufScnHG0B8/s1600-h/intervencion,tipografia,dress,girl,herfamedgoodlooks,com,photo-eed6016275ae0605224dda2c2840bfb9_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SOl_yeMF5dI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0ufScnHG0B8/s320/intervencion,tipografia,dress,girl,herfamedgoodlooks,com,photo-eed6016275ae0605224dda2c2840bfb9_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253870945378362834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;em&gt;BEWITCHED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to blog:) I've not been doing much. Anyway, I was in school today BUT went off half way during 2nd Meeting. Wasn't feeling well after coming back from the first break. Had chicken chop. Stupid. Waste money eating that! Didn't even finish my food and it tasted weird. Anyway, yeah. Went back to class. My leg started to feel numb. Like the lower part of my body became so damn restless. Okay, inexplicable. Maybe it has got something to do with my period! ROARS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G106  07/10/2008 9.00am &lt;br /&gt;A102  09/10/2008 9.00am &lt;br /&gt;G103  14/10/2008 9.00am &lt;br /&gt;A112  16/10/2008 9.00am &lt;br /&gt;G102  22/10/2008 9.00am &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;See this????!!!! YES YES YES. Tests. Stupid la huh. I'm so gonna screw this up. Then, I'll be screwed by my mom. ROARS. OkOk. I shall go study now.. Ehh, wouldnt be of much use though cuz, I'm kinda sleepy right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-3334311551733554745?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3334311551733554745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=3334311551733554745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/3334311551733554745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/3334311551733554745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-pulchritudinous.html' title='I feel pulchritudinous'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SOl_yeMF5dI/AAAAAAAAAVo/0ufScnHG0B8/s72-c/intervencion,tipografia,dress,girl,herfamedgoodlooks,com,photo-eed6016275ae0605224dda2c2840bfb9_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-1661939062459334697</id><published>2008-09-21T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:12:40.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chalet. 19/9- 21/9</title><content type='html'>Alright, it’s a Friday and I did not turn up for school again. Damn it. My attendance is damn screwed up. Oh well. I’m waiting for the boy now. He’s so damn slow! I’ve been waiting here for hours and I don’t like that! How annoying, especially when my tummy is hurting:(  all the more I should not be waiting. I don’t like that! Hurry up you dong! Don’t you know you shouldn’t let me wait? Hehe! Alright, it’s like midnight now anyway. I’m so damn tired. Why is my tummy so pain huh. Hm, must be the milk I drank. Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, boy and I went to shop at the supermarket today. He was like a boy having a new toy in his hands la. Lol! He was playing with the trolley, banging into things and people. Bet everyone thought he was retarded. Ehh, actually, he is DAMN retarded and stupid too:) we shopped for more than half an hour and only bought a few snacks. Pathetic please, and I was so mad with NTUC at first because I thought they didn’t even have Lays or Ruffles. I mean it was so separated from the other snacks la. Tsk.  Kuku. Please arrange it properly la, like all snacks are together at a section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I’m at the chalet. We reached there around 2-3 plus. Then we played some games till about 7am. Lol. Seriously, I dislike the game ‘murderer’ ROARS! Somehow, I’m always the murderer and I cannot wink for nuts. Damn it! That stupid boy was kinda drunk, his whole body was damn red and he went to shower. KUKU shit.  I’m so damn awake. Don’t know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a bright and sunny Saturday morning. I’m sitting downstairs with boy’s friends. They are so damn funny. Ouch, my tummy is hurting again:( maybe cuz I drank with an empty stomach. Oh well, its okay. The boy is sleeping soundly upstairs. Hope he doesn’t flare up when he realized I’m not beside him. Lol. I just can’t get to bed yea. Loves:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m kinda excited for the barbeque this evening! We need to get more marshmallows later. It’s too tasty that we had 1 packet early in the morning with Milo. However, I had it plain and original:) Boy would be mad if he finds out that I ate the marshmallows. Oh well, don’t really care. I’ll just go get another pack. Either rq or I would get it. In the end, it was mj who bought it. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, after the barbeque session now and I’m sitting downstairs with everyone doing this:) we had tons of food. The salmon fillet was the love please! HAHA! Oh well, the marshmallows too. I mean what’s barbeque without marshmallows huh! Lol. My tummy still hurts for some reason. Don’t know why. BQ, RQ and Bk are seriously lame. Put the 3 of them together, all your tears would be squeezed out. Seriously please. All were like high till max please. Wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RQ's mother likes flying kites.&lt;br /&gt;RQ loves atap seeds.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, these 2 phrases made all of them laugh like shit. I don't know why. By the way, the guys are damn gayish. BQ likes to LC with people la, No, only guys I mean. He damn Kuku. I think he damn high on drugs la. Anyway, it all ended well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeeeeeeee. Please have some personal hygiene!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures. Ehh, not many because I was downstairs most of the time and my camera was upstairs. So, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZI1Swq0YI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qB9shOQetd0/s1600-h/DSC01375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZI1Swq0YI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qB9shOQetd0/s320/DSC01375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248462496153129346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Spot The Birthday Boy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZPEJCwswI/AAAAAAAAAVA/R7LNDMcpzVs/s1600-h/DSC01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZPEJCwswI/AAAAAAAAAVA/R7LNDMcpzVs/s320/DSC01377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248469348312462082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZP7QEpKTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/fqqwwfUVZ-E/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZP7QEpKTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/fqqwwfUVZ-E/s320/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248470295092209970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZQidOsjvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HJu_LqiwpyE/s1600-h/DSC01380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZQidOsjvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HJu_LqiwpyE/s320/DSC01380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248470968638934770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZT5XNDTjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vXR21FXxBTg/s1600-h/DSC01383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZT5XNDTjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vXR21FXxBTg/s320/DSC01383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248474660693298738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Classic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZVYY84X7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/VCxSlC5OHzI/s1600-h/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZVYY84X7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/VCxSlC5OHzI/s320/DSC01393.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248476293249916850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-1661939062459334697?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1661939062459334697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=1661939062459334697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/1661939062459334697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/1661939062459334697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/chalet-199-219.html' title='The chalet. 19/9- 21/9'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SNZI1Swq0YI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qB9shOQetd0/s72-c/DSC01375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-174393090224941486</id><published>2008-09-18T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:27:13.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You made me so sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNIH5qJqfFI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QZXstPQ4vbM/s1600-h/fashion,photography,dress,girl,sad-2c89902c6da2c4596727aa72c278979e_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNIH5qJqfFI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QZXstPQ4vbM/s320/fashion,photography,dress,girl,sad-2c89902c6da2c4596727aa72c278979e_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247265202988809298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;em&gt;Sad Or Pain?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, woke up late again! However, I'm on time for class:) It's enterprise today. Phew. I'm done with my presentation. Tsk, outta all slides, Paul picked one of my slides to ask me la. Roars!  He should have asked !@#$%^&amp;*() la! kuku. !@#$%^&amp;*() likes to snatch people's 'iron bowl', !@#$%^&amp;*() did that today again. Ohwell, better than leaving me in a pool of shit. But, still, STOP being a poopoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I so love paul. He's like cool shit. lol. His flexibility made class comfortable. He was singing in class with us during our breaks. LOL. The 2 panties have gone to lalaland. No wonder the class is so damn quiet. Right, I'm going to pack up now! I wanna go home. home. home. I want my bed. lol. Slept late then woke up at 7am. Panda eyes alr la huh. Till then. Everyone should wear white panties with a pink ribbon. Ooh, so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-174393090224941486?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/174393090224941486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=174393090224941486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/174393090224941486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/174393090224941486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-made-me-so-sad.html' title='You made me so sad'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SNIH5qJqfFI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QZXstPQ4vbM/s72-c/fashion,photography,dress,girl,sad-2c89902c6da2c4596727aa72c278979e_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-9129968225322033246</id><published>2008-09-17T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:16:07.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Occam's razor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNCwUhssqyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Qkueyw_UzHM/s1600-h/beauty+of+sameness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SNCwUhssqyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Qkueyw_UzHM/s320/beauty+of+sameness.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246887432576346914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELEMENTS OF TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTY OF SAMENESS&lt;br /&gt;OCCAM'S RAZOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Back to blog. I'm not in school though. I could have survive the day. BUT, just somehow I got pissed off. C'mon please! You're not the only person who can show your bad haughty attitude around and expect us to bow down to you like a royal highness. You disgust me. Get that? You are suppose to guide us. Apparently for some reasons, you're not doing that.  The &lt;strong&gt;module&lt;/strong&gt; itself is fun. But, why are you so traditional and serious? I mean, you asked for feedbacks, we give it to you. But, why do I not see any changes? I know that you have our interest at heart. But, forcing us is not the way to go! anyway. shall continue later. Till then. Right. Don't wanna continue. Because, it's out dated. Every wednesday you might just hear some new complains here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-9129968225322033246?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/9129968225322033246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=9129968225322033246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/9129968225322033246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/9129968225322033246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/occams-razor.html' title='Occam&apos;s razor'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SNCwUhssqyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Qkueyw_UzHM/s72-c/beauty+of+sameness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-1497937552393339687</id><published>2008-09-16T11:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:22:26.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supercalifragisexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SM8l4dgnT5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/E-f-bNJBmN8/s1600-h/fashion,photography-ba63a22e6891c47457a2daeb5b1e9199_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SM8l4dgnT5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/E-f-bNJBmN8/s320/fashion,photography-ba63a22e6891c47457a2daeb5b1e9199_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246453742834241426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;em&gt;Supercalifragisexy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, about the wedding dinner that day. I shall not continue about it. It's kinda Yeeeeeeeeeee la huh. Hmm. I woke up later than usual. But, I still reached school on time okay. Sickening la. I was about to reach the bus stop, then I realized I forgot to bring money out. TMD. So, walked back to get it. Piang eh! So pissed off la huh. But, at least I'm here on time. Like 3 minutes before class starts. lol. Alright, it's breaktime now. Shall go do some work for presentation later. Roars. Till then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK BACK BACK!! I'm so damn bored please. I so need someone to kill me now please. I feel like slacking under the block or like at the basketball court like what we used to do. I miss rozand. Envy her la huh, get to slack at home. Hmm. I feel like sleeping. I'm so tired. I hope the boy can catch up with his work. He's kinda like lagging behind la huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy is hurting. Tsk. Think I ate something wrong. Hmm, thought of mag suddenly. She damn poorthing la. Her mom was asking her to quit school and go to work la. Poorthing please. My mom would never tell me that. She'll ask me to concentrate on my studies and not play a fool. Also, she'll ask me to dump all the guys. Oops. Dump the boy. Oh well, you think I'll do that? YOU CRAZY AH! I KICK YOUR BALLS AND FRY THEM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickening, don't even know what that boy is up to. He's like busier than the bees. Think I'll need to solder his hands to mine! (YOU! better read this, cuz I'll do it) &lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I'll fasten you on the bed with rivets cuz you hardly get to sleep. Erupt the Volcano and this statement shall hold true. BLEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MENTOS!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BOY'S NEW HAIRCUT &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-1497937552393339687?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/1497937552393339687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=1497937552393339687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/1497937552393339687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/1497937552393339687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/supercalifragisexy.html' title='supercalifragisexy'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SM8l4dgnT5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/E-f-bNJBmN8/s72-c/fashion,photography-ba63a22e6891c47457a2daeb5b1e9199_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-2001333902573698219</id><published>2008-09-15T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:00:42.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SM35F1g1IeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/bifcFAKCM70/s1600-h/dress,girl,nightgown,bed,body,grlz-f21b1bdb20c2a187baeee8ae499ac6c4_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SM35F1g1IeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/bifcFAKCM70/s320/dress,girl,nightgown,bed,body,grlz-f21b1bdb20c2a187baeee8ae499ac6c4_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246123019615936994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;I love my nights to start a little nasty and end a little messy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, went for a wedding dinner yesterday. I have much to complain about please. Just tolerate a little there. Besides, this may be a lesson for you nutties too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I didn't know where the dinner was held till I got up the car and saw the invitation. OMG, what a place! That was my initial thought and was quite disappointing I should say. But,okay la, it wasn't that bad la huh. Presentable, not like ulu pandan and all. We thought that it might be a ballroom or function room at least. Assuming that it would be a 10 course meal, everyone seated at round tables etc. BUT BUT BUT!! HAHA. It turned out to be a JOKE for us. Oh well, sometimes, we just gotta follow our gut feelings huh. We gave quite an amount for the red packet lor. (kena conned) TSK TSK TSK!!!&lt;br /&gt;The moment we stepped into the Restaurant. It shocked me. My parents were like "Are we at the right place???" EXCUSE ME! THE BRIDE AND GROOM WERE NOT INSIGHT!!!! Have you ever been to a wedding thats like that? You don't know where the bride and groom is. Tsk. Anyway, after some time, someone came to direct us and all. We freaking stood at the bar counter for a period of time. Really annoyed me badly. The organizer sucks! Everyone were so damn separated. Walls and edges everywhere. Some of the seats were like hidden at the corner. Can't even see a shit! Not joking here k. Tsk. I've never been to a wedding dinner where I can't see the bride and groom, other than the photo-taking session. WTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about the food. Firstly, it's buffet. Secondly, the most expensive food there were the Prawns(cold dish) and the Mussels. THAT'S ALL! The red packet money we paid could at least serve us sharks fin soup and abalone. TMD. Felt so cheated please. Then, the aircon! Don't know if it's not working or what. It was damn bloody hot la. Or was it just me. But, I doubt it. Cuz the uncle opposite me was complaining too! Trust me, the wedding was damn budget lor! less than 10k according to parents. I mean inclusive of miscellaneous stuffs. I was also wondering, why dont they freaking serve us mooncakes. It was mooncake festival la huh. Piang eh! By the way, there's nothing wrong with the wedding being less than 10k or whatsoever. Just that, the organizer could have done a much better job!! I mean like, make everyone feel they're being INVITED! Not discarded at a corner! Besides, you people could have created a better atmosphere despite of that small place. Anyway, since the place is so small, why then invite so many people. Senile or what! Shall stop here for the time being. Got some work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-2001333902573698219?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/2001333902573698219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=2001333902573698219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/2001333902573698219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/2001333902573698219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/night.html' title='Night.'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SM35F1g1IeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/bifcFAKCM70/s72-c/dress,girl,nightgown,bed,body,grlz-f21b1bdb20c2a187baeee8ae499ac6c4_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-7003900919888154523</id><published>2008-09-12T08:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:20:44.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweets for my sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SMm-sNtes9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lpcDqa_Czio/s1600-h/dscf0845_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SMm-sNtes9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lpcDqa_Czio/s320/dscf0845_edited.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244932907853591506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;strong&gt; I Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Class is about to start. But, I don't really care. He didn't state that no blogging is allowed. So, shall just continue. It showered in the morning. Such a kill joy. I feel like having some jelly beans:)Yeeee. Okay. I feel a little crazy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I opened my inbox today and found something. GOSH! It got me laughing like a lunatic. A good start to kick off the day babeh!! Because I kinda dislike rainy days. So, this silly joke made my day:) &lt;strong&gt;NOW, YOU READ IT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan (anyone)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Yes, you can speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : No, I want to speak to Annie Wan (anyone)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : You are talking to someone! Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : I'm Sam Wan (Someone). And I need to talk to Annie Wan (anyone)! It's urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone! But what's this urgent matter about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Well... just tell my sister Annie Wan (anyone) that our brother Noel Wan (no one)has involved in an accident. Noel Wan (no one)got injured and now Noel Wan (no one) is being sent to the hospital. Right now, Avery Wan (everyone) is on his way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Look if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : You are so rude! Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I'm Saw Lee (Sorry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Yes! You should be sorry. Now give me your name!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME NAMES YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Chang =&gt; Dirty (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Anne Chin =&gt; Keep Quiet (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Faye Chen =&gt; Dusty (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Carl Cheng =&gt; Buttock (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Monica Cheng =&gt; Touching your buttocks (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Leow =&gt; You are dead (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Jane Tan =&gt; Frying eggs (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Suzie Leow =&gt; Lose till death (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Henry Mah =&gt; Hate your mum (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Corrine Tai =&gt; Poor fellow (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Paul Chan =&gt; Bankrupt (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Tan =&gt; Bird laying eggs (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Tong =&gt; Rubbish Bin (Mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Teng =&gt; Leg hair long (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Connie Mah =&gt; Call your mother (Cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;Danny See =&gt; Squeeze you to death (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Rosie Teng =&gt; Screws and nails (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Pete Tsai =&gt; Nose droppings (Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;Macy Koh =&gt; Never die before (Cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall stop my nonsense for now. I shall go study already and contribute some ideas although I know nuts about it. I'm prolly the worst in the team. TSK! It's Science today. If only the topic is on biology. lol. But, it's kinda simple today. Hope I can understand quickly. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK!! Okay, I survived the day! School was alright. Went for lunch with Daniel. Hmm, he was complaining to me and I was complaining to him. So damn funny please. His faci damn weird la. His faci said that the next lesson, the guys will touch the girls ..." LOL! He was damn shocked too la. Should see his expression. OMG. If that statement holds, I bet no girls will turn up for class. lol. Even if it's vice versa, i guess none would turn up. lol. Violation please. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, yeah. I'm home early today. Had dinner with family. Tsk, dont know why the food taste awful. The duck is too oily, the soup is too salty, the rice is too lumpy. Yep. Only the egg and fishballs are nice. !@#$%^&amp;*() PooPoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss my sweetie:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-7003900919888154523?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7003900919888154523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=7003900919888154523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7003900919888154523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7003900919888154523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweets-for-my-sweet.html' title='sweets for my sweet'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SMm-sNtes9I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lpcDqa_Czio/s72-c/dscf0845_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-8428381277940651787</id><published>2008-09-10T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:17:33.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SMd8GQLunPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tE2QMBTkTHs/s1600-h/black,,,white,cry,girl,6x6,bw,photography-a59ce7a986f348494dcc1a03a75dfb0a_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SMd8GQLunPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tE2QMBTkTHs/s320/black,,,white,cry,girl,6x6,bw,photography-a59ce7a986f348494dcc1a03a75dfb0a_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244296737961450738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;strong&gt; LEAVE ME ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks. Back to start my ranting again. If it ain't comfortable for you eyes. &lt;strong&gt;TOO BAD!! &lt;/strong&gt;Just eff off. The doors are just there! Out you go! &lt;br /&gt;Okay, to start. It's a freaking Wednesday. I can't wait for Sunday. Got a wedding dinner to attend! YES! I'm such a pig I know. But, who cares huh! I gained 3kg and so what! Not happy that's your problem. BLEAH! wait wait. Time to pack up. To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's 1056 now. Back to blog. I'm kinda like tired now.Tsk. Went to see my grandma after class today. Oh my, She's so naughty! She kept plucking the tube out and she had to have her Xray taken twice. TSK. NAUGHTY NAUGHTY. The nurses had to put her to sleep and tie her hands to the bed la. Kinda poorthing. But, guess that's the best way for her. THE TUBE IS IMPORTANT, AH MA! haiyoh. My heart kinda hurt when I saw her. She's so old already. Don't want her to die. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU GRANDMA!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we studied the beauty of sameness today. Ehh, kinda cool. But, I just wasn't in the mood to study and I thought that my points were simple enough to understand. I didnt intend to reply any questions from the floor. However, there were some commotions la. And, I got quite pissed, so, I answered them pretty rudely. Hope there was no offence taken. Okay. That's what happened in school. lol. About our faci. Still the same alright. NO change at all. Pathetic is all I can say I guess. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREWED UPSIDE DOWN AND INSIDE OUT ENTIRELY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-8428381277940651787?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8428381277940651787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=8428381277940651787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8428381277940651787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8428381277940651787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/leave-me-alone.html' title='Leave me alone'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SMd8GQLunPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/tE2QMBTkTHs/s72-c/black,,,white,cry,girl,6x6,bw,photography-a59ce7a986f348494dcc1a03a75dfb0a_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-6410484182068888143</id><published>2008-09-08T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:52:13.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberry lovr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SMTHm_jcnrI/AAAAAAAAAUA/A5F8XJlKBkQ/s1600-h/floor,fruit-dc535d3dae85756174232ca4a44e58d1_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SMTHm_jcnrI/AAAAAAAAAUA/A5F8XJlKBkQ/s320/floor,fruit-dc535d3dae85756174232ca4a44e58d1_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243535338875166386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;strong&gt;Strawberry Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks. Back to blog. I'm feeling kinda great today! It's computing module la huh. It sucked. Seriously! It killed me and drained my blood thoroughly! I don't understand a shit. Actually I do a little, credits to Daniel. But, still I panicked during the presentation! Reason was, their codes were slightly different from mine and I kinda got lost. In addition was that cuz he called my name a little too loud ah. (Need loud hailer not?) Tsk! My brain cells got traumatized by his voice. So, I went a little screwed. But, thanks to the rest of my team mates. Everything ended well. At least I could save my ass and sit down on my seat to blog. lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like having some strawberries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so need a break la huh. Although I just had 3 weeks of break. TSK. 15 more weeks to go folks. OMG, don't you feel like dying. Like dig a grave for youself. TSK. Anyway, back to some lighter note la huh. Boy went for field trip. He must be so damn happy cuz need not face his teacher. Another lao gu dong. Boy, &lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO EAT STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE&lt;/strong&gt; Need something sweet and nice to make me so very happy now. Maybe you could also throw me someone to punch. That would satisfy me too! lol. I need to go shopping to buy more clothes. I wanna get a dresses please. I was with Mag that day and I went to try this dress. OH MY! HORRIBLE, TERRIBLE, THAT IT MADE ME LOOK LIKE A VEGETABLE! So freaking ugly. They sew the straps wrongly still dare to sell at 40bucks. Cheat my money ah huh?! Don't try maybe will buy. Try already DONT even wanna buy please, so many defects! Okay, my hands are getting tired. Shall stop for now. As usual, &lt;strong&gt;I so love you:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-6410484182068888143?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/6410484182068888143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=6410484182068888143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/6410484182068888143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/6410484182068888143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/strawberry-lovr.html' title='strawberry lovr'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SMTHm_jcnrI/AAAAAAAAAUA/A5F8XJlKBkQ/s72-c/floor,fruit-dc535d3dae85756174232ca4a44e58d1_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-7804415185308787321</id><published>2008-09-07T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T00:29:58.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm yours:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SMP5qFpflOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/TPlzrrIL5RU/s1600-h/alone,positive-8a2f74dd605acc82e1dc97922854a2dc_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SMP5qFpflOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/TPlzrrIL5RU/s320/alone,positive-8a2f74dd605acc82e1dc97922854a2dc_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243308892655424738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        Bringing Me To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to blog. I just had the urge to do so. School kinda suck at the moment. I guess we're all just too stiff. So, class ain't fun. C'mon la huh, can't you people just chill for the first week. It's not as if by doing so you people would get your As la huh. Anyway, it's like a Sunday today. I kinda dislike Sundays. It's like family day for most people, and everywhere would be pack with people. Especially the malls. Tsk! So, went to find boy in the morning. Had porridge for lunch. I so love the porridge that I ate 2 bowls! OMG,fattening! Ehh, At least it's healthy, so, not that bad. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid boy. Don't know where he got the VCD from. The monkey god show. OMG, seriosuly, it's damn lame. And that stupid boy kept laughing la. Mad. Got so funny meh? It's just lame la. Like YOU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BULLDOZER IS SO LOVED BY ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you like me calling you that. lol. That day, boy went a little crazy, he wanted to make pie. He said that he was dreaming about it or something like that. So weird eh. Obviously we made chicken pie that day. Should see that smile on his face la. Like a little boy ah. So happy please. lol. Was wondering, did he get that craziness from me? hmm, nevermind, it should be his pleasure to get it anyway! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-7804415185308787321?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7804415185308787321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=7804415185308787321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7804415185308787321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7804415185308787321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-yours.html' title='I&apos;m yours:)'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_baUErltjlZQ/SMP5qFpflOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/TPlzrrIL5RU/s72-c/alone,positive-8a2f74dd605acc82e1dc97922854a2dc_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-3468807700870274460</id><published>2008-07-30T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:28:19.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays</title><content type='html'>WRITE DOWN WHAT IT SAYS IN THE DAY U WERE BORN.&lt;br /&gt;Jan. - i WANNA FEEL YOU&lt;br /&gt;Feb. - i WANNA SEX YOU&lt;br /&gt;Mar. - i WANNA FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;Apr.- i WANNA lOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;May.- i WANT YOUR BODY&lt;br /&gt;Jun. - i WANNA KISS YOU&lt;br /&gt;Jul. - i WANNA BITE YOU&lt;br /&gt;Aug. - i WANNA liCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;Sep. - i WANNA DANCE WiTH YOU&lt;br /&gt;Oct. - i WANNA TOUCH YOU&lt;br /&gt;Nov. - i WANNA RUB YOU&lt;br /&gt;Dec. - i WANNA TAKE YOU TO SEX HEAVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- IN THE STATION WAGON&lt;br /&gt;2- IN AN ElEVATOR&lt;br /&gt;3- IN A BLIZZARD&lt;br /&gt;4- IN A STREET.&lt;br /&gt;5- ON THE STAiRS&lt;br /&gt;6- ON THE COUNTER&lt;br /&gt;7- ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;8- IN A ClOSET&lt;br /&gt;9- ON ViDEO CAMERA&lt;br /&gt;10- IN THE BATH TUB&lt;br /&gt;11- IN THE SHEETS&lt;br /&gt;12- IN THE BASEMENT&lt;br /&gt;13- IN THE BACK OF A CAR&lt;br /&gt;14- IN THE DOG'S CAGE&lt;br /&gt;15- WHilE WATCHiNG PORN&lt;br /&gt;16- IN THE SHED&lt;br /&gt;17- IN THE HOT TUB&lt;br /&gt;18- ON THE ROOF&lt;br /&gt;19- IN THE SWiMMiNG POOl&lt;br /&gt;20- WiTH STRAWBERRiES&lt;br /&gt;21- IN THE DRESSiNG ROOM&lt;br /&gt;22- oN thE ToiLeT&lt;br /&gt;23- AT A GAS STATiON&lt;br /&gt;24- IN THE RAiN&lt;br /&gt;25- IN THE ATTiC&lt;br /&gt;26- IN THE lAUNDRY ROOM&lt;br /&gt;27- ALL NiGHT LONG&lt;br /&gt;28- AT MY GRANDPARENTS HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;29- WiTH KiWi&lt;br /&gt;30- AT THE POST OFFiCE&lt;br /&gt;31- AT CHUCKiE CHEESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just TOO bored. Oh, Look at how time flies babeh! Remember the Nepalese Siamese Twins? One had just passed on. They came to SG to do the operation in Year 2000? It's been freaking 8YEARS!! OMG. Ganga died of inflammation of the brain lining or something. !@#$%^&amp;*() So damn sad please! The other couldn't stop crying because she can't accept the fact. Oh man, when I read it my heart was aching please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY RIBENA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-3468807700870274460?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/3468807700870274460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=3468807700870274460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/3468807700870274460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/3468807700870274460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthdays.html' title='birthdays'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7058829.post-8787911925534968270</id><published>2008-07-09T08:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:28:39.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU-vincent.</title><content type='html'>"Knowing you was a blessing from heaven,&lt;br /&gt;You brought me tranquility and peace.&lt;br /&gt;Not a moment i could wait to write,&lt;br /&gt;To write out nothing more than what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;Without you , hatred and berserk would still lingers in me,&lt;br /&gt;Without you , the world is never right.&lt;br /&gt;Fate has brought you to me ,&lt;br /&gt;While time has brought me to you ;&lt;br /&gt;May it be a trial from heaven ,&lt;br /&gt;Or a destiny to be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;The times we had , will never be forgotten ;&lt;br /&gt;For it had all become unforgettable memories of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-8787911925534968270?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/8787911925534968270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=8787911925534968270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8787911925534968270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/8787911925534968270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-vincent.html' title='YOU-vincent.'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7058829.post-7199129569268424097</id><published>2008-07-02T08:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:25:24.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warts---SAD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SGrTIUySLHI/AAAAAAAAARY/EVR2KbJ5EvI/s1600-h/photog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218215258234170482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SGrTIUySLHI/AAAAAAAAARY/EVR2KbJ5EvI/s320/photog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE US&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she stares at your mouth = "Kiss her"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she pushes you or hits you like a dumb ass cuz she thinks shes stronger than you = "Grab her and don't let go"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she starts cursing at you trying to act all tuff = "Kiss her and tell her you love her"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she's quiet = "Ask her what's wrong"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she ignores you = "Give her your attention"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she pulls away = "Pull her back"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When you see her at her worst = "Tell her she's beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When you see her start crying = "Just hold her and don't say a word"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When you see her walking = "Sneak up and hug her waist from behind"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she's scared = "Protect her"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she steals your favorite hat = "Let her keep it and sleep with it&lt;br /&gt;for a night"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she doesn't answer for a long time = "Reassure her that everything is okay"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she looks at you with doubt = "Back yourself up"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she says that she likes you = "SHE REALLY DOES MORE THAN YOU COULD UNDERSTAND!!!"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she bumps into you = "Bump into her back and make her laugh"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she tells you a secret = "Keep it safe and untold"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she looks at you in your eyes = "Don't look away until she does"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she says it's over = "She still wants you to be hers"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she reposts this = "She wants you to read it"&lt;br /&gt;☆~ Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she's mad hug her tight and&lt;br /&gt;don't let go&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she says she's ok don't believe&lt;br /&gt;it, talk with her because 10yrs later she'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;☆~ Call her at 12:00am on her birthday&lt;br /&gt;to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;☆~ Treat her like she's all that matters to you&lt;br /&gt;☆~ Stay up all night with her when&lt;br /&gt;she's sick&lt;br /&gt;☆~ Watch her favorite movie with her or&lt;br /&gt;her favorite show even if you think&lt;br /&gt;it's stupid&lt;br /&gt;☆~ Give her the world&lt;br /&gt;☆~ Let her wear your clothes&lt;br /&gt;☆~ When she's bored and sad, hang out with her&lt;br /&gt;☆~ Let her know she's important, kiss her in the pouring rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-7199129569268424097?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/7199129569268424097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=7199129569268424097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7199129569268424097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/7199129569268424097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/07/warts-sad.html' title='warts---SAD!!'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SGrTIUySLHI/AAAAAAAAARY/EVR2KbJ5EvI/s72-c/photog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-9207962721534106988</id><published>2008-04-30T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:19:21.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so HAPPY. (pp)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SBgntAiF0-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/nk4hI5P9HiY/s1600-h/dior+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SBgntAiF0-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/nk4hI5P9HiY/s320/dior+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194945824362451938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;strong&gt;SEXY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala. Let's go star gazing together someday. I have not seen stars that nice in Singapore for quite some time already. It was really great to see such a scene. Haha! I wanna catch shooting stars together with you too. Hmm, tmr is daddy's birthday. And, my class will be going to sentosa as well. Tsk. Annoying or what huh! Tsk tsk tsk!! Argh, class is so boring. I'm like falling asleep? Hurry up la! I feel like havin MnM chocs. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-9207962721534106988?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/9207962721534106988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=9207962721534106988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/9207962721534106988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/9207962721534106988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel-so-happy-pp.html' title='I feel so HAPPY. (pp)'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_baUErltjlZQ/SBgntAiF0-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/nk4hI5P9HiY/s72-c/dior+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7058829.post-523171511040530700</id><published>2007-05-19T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:10:49.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero/Heroine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's too late baby, there's no turning around&lt;br /&gt;I've got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud&lt;br /&gt;This is how I do&lt;br /&gt;When I think about you&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that you could break me apart&lt;br /&gt;I keep a sinister smile and a hold of my heart&lt;br /&gt;You want to get inside&lt;br /&gt;Then you need to get in line&lt;br /&gt;But not this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you caught me off guard&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm running and screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a hero and you are my heroine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't try to philosophize&lt;br /&gt;I'll just take a deep breath and I'll look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;And its so so real&lt;br /&gt;I got a closet filled up to the brim&lt;br /&gt;With the ghosts of my past and the skeletons&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;You'd even try&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You caught me off guard&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm running and screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a hero and you are my heroine&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel a weakness coming on&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so good to be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Had my heart on lockdown&lt;br /&gt;And then you turned me around&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a new born child&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get a chance to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;It's not complicated&lt;br /&gt;I was so jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you caught me off guard&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm running and screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a hero and you are my heroine&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel like a hero and you are my heroine)&lt;br /&gt;And I feel a weakness coming on&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so good to be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Had my heart on lockdown&lt;br /&gt;And then you turned me around&lt;br /&gt;(Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a new born child&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get a chance to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;It's not complicated&lt;br /&gt;I was so jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel like a hero and you are my heroine)&lt;br /&gt;And I feel a weakness coming on&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so good to be so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Had my heart on lockdown&lt;br /&gt;And then you turned me around&lt;br /&gt;(Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a new born child&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get a chance to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;It's not complicated&lt;br /&gt;I was so jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Boys Like Girls-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-523171511040530700?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/523171511040530700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=523171511040530700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/523171511040530700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/523171511040530700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2007/05/hero-heroine.html' title='Hero/Heroine'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7058829.post-4131436323158531837</id><published>2007-05-11T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:10:17.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>How do I love thee? Let me count the ways&lt;br /&gt;I love thee to the depth and breadth and height&lt;br /&gt;My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight&lt;br /&gt;For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace&lt;br /&gt;I love thee to the level of everyday's&lt;br /&gt;Most quiet need, by the sun and candle-light&lt;br /&gt;I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;&lt;br /&gt;I love thee purely, as they turn from praise&lt;br /&gt;I love thee with the passion put to use&lt;br /&gt;In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith&lt;br /&gt;I love thee with a love I seemed to lose&lt;br /&gt;With my last saints --- I love thee with the breath&lt;br /&gt;Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose&lt;br /&gt;I shall but love thee better after death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"place me like a seal over your heart...for love is as strong as death...it burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Many waters cannout quench love; rivers cannot wash it away." Song of Solomon 8:6-7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7058829-4131436323158531837?l=everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/feeds/4131436323158531837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7058829&amp;postID=4131436323158531837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/4131436323158531837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7058829/posts/default/4131436323158531837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everythingchangesfate.blogspot.com/2007/05/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>sparkleinthewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13685874904422925300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
