<?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-10618933</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:13:47.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115934166875439988</id><published>2006-09-27T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:21:51.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag the board if you want to know the address.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115934166875439988?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115934166875439988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115934166875439988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/09/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115927522214015118</id><published>2006-09-26T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T05:53:42.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never actually knew how much i missed talking to charlotte till today.&lt;br /&gt;three hours, slightly more. great fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115927522214015118?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115927522214015118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115927522214015118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/09/never-actually-knew-how-much-i-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115916522584241817</id><published>2006-09-25T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:20:25.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a good talk with sj.&lt;br /&gt;so many things to think about.&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;can't make up my mind, it's in a mess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115916522584241817?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115916522584241817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115916522584241817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/09/had-good-talk-with-sj.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115906935192732442</id><published>2006-09-24T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:24:22.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skipped one dinner and my stomach's officially gone bonkers. wanted to go swimming but now i can't.&lt;br /&gt;bowled with daryl and shiam on friday. my arm and wrist ached after that, how useless. anyway, andre came then they went to meet spencer.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, met shiam for a while before going out with seish. watched &lt;b&gt;the banquet&lt;/b&gt; but it wasn't as good as i expected. quite disappointing if you ask me. &lt;i&gt;thanks for the movie anyhow&lt;/i&gt;. the day went relatively well though the gastric pains at night were killing.&lt;br /&gt;nutella this morning was yummm :D attended mass with seish and gary then gary, lucas &amp;amp; i had breakfast at hupseng. &lt;i&gt;thanks for the breakfast, neighbour&lt;/i&gt;.we walked gary to his grandmother's place and here i am. somehow i feel like sleeping! crap.&lt;br /&gt;shall update the other blog soon. bye ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115906935192732442?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115906935192732442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115906935192732442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/09/skipped-one-dinner-and-my-stomachs.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115889035373925936</id><published>2006-09-22T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:59:13.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/1600/looking%20good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/looking%20good.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i'm supposed to be enjoying post prelims and i am but things could be better and its only because some stuff happened. so anyway, &lt;b&gt;devil wears prada&lt;/b&gt; is a good show and yes i know it started showing a couple of months ago but i never had the chance to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/at%20ajisen.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh before that, we had lunch at ajisen ramen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/some%20hawaiian%20look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;walked to heerens. managed to get xinyi and jade's mum's birthday presents and her one year anniversary gift ((: there's this shop that sold all the plastic flowers and what have you, so yimin and jade decided to test their fashion skills by matching the flowers with my top or my hair and sorts. there, the photo above says it all. okay but that looks hilarious. haha. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/sylviajadey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we were experimenting with the pull-out sofa in one of the neoprint machines at heerens too. oh yes, i forgot to add. yimin and i were quite shocked when we stepped into heerens. what a change! other than that, i guess we had some time to catch up too. all in all it was relatively good. can't wait for the gathering at xinyi's place next friday. great. finally all 6 of us are gonna be meeting up again. i miss the times in st nicks ):&lt;br /&gt;wuyuan gave me a link to this anime cartoon video thing. quite funny actually. oh well. going to bowl later. not sure who's coming though. if i'm not wrong it's daryl, frois, shiam &amp;amp; lucas. lets see how it goes. haha cos i can't exactly bowl. oh well, we'll see! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>POST PRELIMS! &lt;br /&gt;bittersweet. now that the prelims are over, i've decided to enjoy myself thoroughly these couple of days although i don't really think it's a well deserved break since i know i'm not going to do well. &lt;br /&gt;dearest brian tan su yee, stop calling me whatever you call me, thank you. :D&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, headed down to queensway then to bugis street yesterday with shijie. got myself a pair of jeans shorts. more retail therapy later with jade, yimin &amp; mel. watching &lt;b&gt;thedevilwearsprada&lt;/b&gt; too. i need to go swimming soon, i'm growing fat! all the staying at home hasn't done me much good. right. bowling with daryl &amp; lucas tomorrow then dinner with seish. so many things to do and its not like the As has ended. honestly, i can't wait for it to! enjoy post prelims, folks. ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. somehow i think i wont have any moolah left by the end of the week -shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those in bold are things I've done before, and underlined are things I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have read a book before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ran more than 2 miles without stopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have been to Canada&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on some sort of sports team&lt;br /&gt;I have watched cartoons for hours before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have tripped up the stairs &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs&lt;br /&gt;I have been snowboarding/skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have played ping pong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have been on a whale watch&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have seen fireworks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have seen a shooting star&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have seen a meteor shower&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have almost drowned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have listened to one cd over &amp; over &amp; over again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have had stitch(es)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there&lt;br /&gt;I have stayed up til 6am doing homework/projects&lt;br /&gt;I currently have a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have been ice skating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have been rollerblading&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen flat on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have tripped over my own two feet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have played videogames/com for more than 3 hours straight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have watched The Power Rangers before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have played truth or dare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have already had my 16th birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have already had my 17th birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called someone stupid. And i meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been in a verbal argument&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've cried in school&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've played basketball on a team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've sung in a choir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've danced in a group&lt;br /&gt;I've done cheerleading on a team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've swam on a team&lt;/b&gt; (in primary school for a short while though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bungee jumped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've climbed a rock wall before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've lost more than $20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've called myself an idiot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've called someone else an idiot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've cried myself to sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've had (or have) pets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've owned a Spice Girls cd and/or tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've owned a Britney Spears cd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've owned an N*Sync cd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've owned a Backstreet Boys cd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive mooned someone&lt;br /&gt;I've sworn at someone in authority&lt;br /&gt;I've been in the schoolnewspaper/insights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been on TV&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've eaten sushi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I've been on the other side of a waterfall&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've watched all the Harry Potter movies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched the 3 Stooges at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've watched "Newlyweds" Nick &amp; Jessica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've watched Looney Tunes before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been stuffed into a locker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've not studied at all for a test and aced it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've met a celebrity / music / TV artist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written poetry&lt;br /&gt;I've been arrested&lt;br /&gt;I've been attracted to someone much older than me&lt;br /&gt;I've been tickled till I've cried&lt;br /&gt;I've tickled someone else until they cried&lt;br /&gt;I've had / have siblings&lt;br /&gt;I've been to a rock concert &lt;i&gt;i dont exactly like rock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've been in a play&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've cried in front of my friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've freaked out over a sports game&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;soccer!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've vomited in public&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've washed someone elses vomit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ran away&lt;br /&gt;Ive had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've had a fight with someone on text&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've had a fight with someone face-to-face&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;a verbal one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've forgiven someone who has done something bad to me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've personally seen something die&lt;br /&gt;I've been confronted by a police officer but got away&lt;br /&gt;I've lost someone who meant the world to me&lt;br /&gt;I've had crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;I've been a member of a school office&lt;br /&gt;I've been suspended&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115880093445738374?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115880093445738374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115880093445738374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/09/post-prelims-bittersweet.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115796718537468212</id><published>2006-09-18T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T03:34:01.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preliminary Examination Time-Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;310806 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;General Paper 1,2&lt;/s&gt;   0800-1115&lt;br /&gt;130906 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Economics Paper 3&lt;/s&gt;   0800-1015&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chemistry Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;   1300-1400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chemistry Paper 2&lt;/s&gt;   1430-1600&lt;br /&gt;like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150906 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Math Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;        1400-1700&lt;br /&gt;180906 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Math Paper 2&lt;/s&gt;        1300-1600&lt;br /&gt;what the&lt;br /&gt;its goodbye to numbers and hello to words and chemical equations for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;190906&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Chemistry Paper 3&lt;/s&gt;   1300-1545&lt;br /&gt;200906 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Economics Paper 1&lt;/s&gt;   0800-0900&lt;br /&gt;&lt;S&gt;Economics Paper 2&lt;/s&gt;   0930-1100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Current Affairs&lt;/s&gt;     1140-1220&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115796718537468212?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/115796718537468212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=115796718537468212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115796718537468212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115796718537468212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/09/preliminary-examination-time-table.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-115772319587816711</id><published>2006-09-08T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T08:25:50.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mum's at the westlife concert with my aunt now. i hope they're enjoying themselves. anyway, i haven't gotten any studying done today other than tuition with the lot. wyna &amp; i watched kaishing &amp;amp; victor play pool after tuition.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy! (: i wasn't exactly looking forward to the going home bit cos normally my mum would pick me up after the second tuition but since she's at the concert, i have to make my own way home - alone.. and that ... sucks. but when the next tuition ended, seish called and said he was at dhoby. double yay :D first yay because i'll have company and the second, also the more important yay, he took a train down just to accompany me home. and he's not feeling well. so here's a big THANK YOU, you! thanks alot!&lt;br /&gt;okay, i really need to study. sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115772319587816711?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115772319587816711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115772319587816711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/09/mums-at-westlife-concert-with-my-aunt.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115767918588064279</id><published>2006-09-08T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:40:57.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/1600/butterflykisses003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/butterflykisses003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't really know if you can see the photo clearly, didn't want to put a bigger one cos i think its quite sick. but anyway, thanks to the air-con, my toes turned purple! never seen all my toes looking bruised. mel bent down to take something from her bag and she went, "&lt;i&gt;omg syl, your toes are so purple!&lt;/i&gt;" so i took a look. haha and we had a good laugh but the few people i told didn't think it was very funny cos they said ive got health issues? haha oh well.&lt;br /&gt;gary's gone to the army! one less person to talk to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115767918588064279?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115767918588064279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115767918588064279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-really-know-if-you-can-see.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115758821999524391</id><published>2006-09-07T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:17:00.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a new guess watch! (: but that's only because i lost my other one. careless me.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, after more than 2 hours of chem in school yesterday brian berly kaishing wyna victor bryan and myself went to cafe cartel (cine) for lunch. the set lunches were like crap! chit-chatting was great though. after which, kaishing wyna victor &amp;amp; i went for tuition. thereafter i went to meet berly at macs (centrepoint) and managed to do a couple of chem mcqs. unproductive. at least there was company.&lt;br /&gt;ive got a blocked nose and my throat feels funny. i hope i'm not falling sick! am keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;prelims start in less than 7 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115758821999524391?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115758821999524391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115758821999524391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-new-guess-watch-but-thats-only.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115727590512812006</id><published>2006-09-03T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T03:13:44.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sept hols! lets just not talk about the GP paper.&lt;br /&gt;breakfast at hupseng today with the lot. alethea andre shiam martin lucas samuel spencer andy alison daryl kenneth david. i think thats it?&lt;br /&gt;and daryl, i so do not look like an oreo!&lt;br /&gt;went home to grab some stuff, headed to the pool, back to heartland where i bumped into martin and irwin and home for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait till this is over.&lt;br /&gt;my left shoulder blade hurts. no, my back. mm.. whichever. some part of me hurts. eeps =/ its been a while and it hasn't gone away. humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go argentina! go japan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115727590512812006?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115727590512812006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115727590512812006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/09/sept-hols-lets-just-not-talk-about-gp.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115703661569417616</id><published>2006-08-31T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T08:13:46.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sj and i had food poisoning yesterday. to think we were so excited about going to macs to have lunch! anyways, i know i had quite abit to say but now i can't remember. oh well. tomorrow, perhaps. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait! now that jon signed in, i remember what i wanted to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;i was on my way home and jon, iggy, weiren, thaddeus, justin etc etc were on the bus too. they were heading back to st gabs to visit teachers or something but anyhow, they're a funny bunch. haha had quite an interesting chat with a few of them. what. ij ang mo kio. eeps =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115703661569417616?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115703661569417616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115703661569417616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/sj-and-i-had-food-poisoning-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115666058757084288</id><published>2006-08-27T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:54:35.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a bad feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;things will not work out at this rate.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;someone, help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass. breakfast. seishen. daryl. irwin. bong. home. lucas. swimming. siwen. phone. road. heartland. home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a summary of what i've done today. knuckle rash. scratch? whatever that is. my mind's going around in circles. makes me wonder if you really do. do what? thats for me to know and for all of you to find out. as for now, i'm going to find something to do. i ought to be studying, i know. what. the.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos. letters. box. wallet. empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll learn how not to poke my nose into your business. so you'll live your life and i'll live mine, period. come to think of it, you've always lived in yours. right. what am i saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you, they might mean nothing but to them, you might mean the world. to me, i'll try to make sure that you're just another friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115666058757084288?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115666058757084288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115666058757084288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-bad-feeling-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115641514449055308</id><published>2006-08-24T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T03:25:44.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tried to blog yesterday but the server was down. anyways, two days ago i tried to switch on my iPod but it hung! i know it sounds really stupid but i kinda panicked. stared at the screen for a while and decided to call corny! he didn't pick up at first then jap called and said, "&lt;i&gt;i'm calling from the police post may i speak to sylvia please?&lt;/i&gt;" haha what the hell. and why would a police officer call me using his handphone. anyhow, corny taught me how to restart the thing so yay.&lt;br /&gt;victor's topic for the gp fact sheet is darn troublesome. religion and ethics in Singapore. either i'm really hopeless at researching or there really isn't anything on ethics. the religion bit is fine, not the ethics part though.&lt;br /&gt;am listening to the songs in rom's mp3, switched with my iPod for a day.&lt;br /&gt;i quote from a current conversation, "&lt;i&gt;ain't nobaby cept somebody wanna be with you&lt;/i&gt;" - lil J ... i think the way he said it is cool.&lt;br /&gt;met gabriel earlier and we went to get westlife concert tickets for our mums. now, i'm broke. hope they enjoy themselves (: ohh yes. signed up for the chem crash course with yimin so i think i'm going to be relatively busy during the sept hols. but of course, i've got a couple of days off after the prelims and so if you're free to go out, let me know! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115641514449055308?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115641514449055308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115641514449055308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/tried-to-blog-yesterday-but-server-was.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115624956576710062</id><published>2006-08-22T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T05:26:05.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would die for you,&lt;br /&gt;lay down my life for you,&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that means everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;cos when you're in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;you make me prouder than,&lt;br /&gt;than anything i ever would achieve.&lt;br /&gt;and you make everything that used to seem so big,&lt;br /&gt;seem to be so small since you've arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on angel's wings,&lt;br /&gt;an angelical formation.&lt;br /&gt;angel's wings,&lt;br /&gt;like letters in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;now i know,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what the question,&lt;br /&gt;love is the answer&lt;br /&gt;it's written on angel's wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115624956576710062?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115624956576710062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115624956576710062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-would-die-for-you-lay-down-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115607864878626724</id><published>2006-08-20T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T05:57:28.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two ulcers. one on my gum, the other on my upper inner lip.&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast with shiam, gary &amp; wilfred this morning after mass. daryl, spencer and the others sat at the table next to ours. it wasn't that bad of a breakfast except that ... nevermind. came back to get my stuff, went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, just sometimes, i find myself lost in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;whats the use of saying sorry?&lt;br /&gt;whatever the case, i'll try not to bother myself about these things.&lt;br /&gt;its a new school week. prelims are starting. screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115607864878626724?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115607864878626724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115607864878626724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-ulcers.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115595229810400734</id><published>2006-08-19T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T06:13:27.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm currently trying to get a fact sheet done, for GP. my topic? crime and punishment. have yet to find anything on white collar crime in singapore. and as for the punishment bit, there're tonnes of reports on the various aspects of death penalty in singapore. anything else has yet to be found. isn't there any other punishment other than executions? good grief. ah i'll get down to doing it once i'm done updating this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;sadness is beautiful, loneliness is tragical&lt;/i&gt;" how much truth is there in this? anyhow, it's rom's favourite phrase. he sent me a couple of songs last night. some are really sweet. the day before, i had this conversation with brian about soccer. actually, he was just telling me about the whole England team and sorts. school hasn't been the most fun with the piles of work to be done. got quite a couple due next week and i haven't exactly started. heading to NUS later for the econs seminar with bryan zhen berly &amp;amp; victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i don't really know if something's up. i know something's wrong somewhere but i can't put a finger to it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe some things are just not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and time will pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll never learn to smile,&lt;br /&gt;but i know I'll make it through ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115595229810400734?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115595229810400734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115595229810400734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-currently-trying-to-get-fact-sheet.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115569382080689039</id><published>2006-08-16T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:03:40.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>take a step back and think again.&lt;br /&gt;the certainty i had about this is fading slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;find a solution and get the emotions bit into place.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i'm not convinced - at all.&lt;br /&gt;its what i think i want. and that, i've yet to find out and confirm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115569382080689039?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115569382080689039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115569382080689039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/take-step-back-and-think-again.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115556089362182746</id><published>2006-08-14T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T06:08:13.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its only 853pm but i feel like sleeping. slept at 2am! got off the phone with shen at 12plus, was about to sleep when siwen started to sleep talk. shes been sleeping with me these few nights. yup. if you don't know who i'm talking about, nevermind. anyway, it got quite scary so i called shen back and before i knew it, i had no comforter! i wanted to know what kind of nightmare she was having cos i got kicked twice =/ isn't there some place that kinda provides training for sleeping etiquette? so that explains why i didn't manage to sleep earlier. done with the mock exams! although i think i might have just screwed them all. anyway, i'm awfully cranky now due to the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ps. v's hilarious. j was being annoying today.&lt;br /&gt;and i know i'm really lagging but i just found out that emailing's a great way to keep up with each other's lives. been communicating with jade quite abit as of late. brilliant. anyhow, had breakfast with shen, gary, martin, lucas, irwin &amp; andy at hupseng yesterday after mass. relatively good chat. so the morning went pretty well, i must say. especially the early morning before mass bit. right. i shall stop ranting. i need my sleep. oh and before i go, i love the new timetable :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sylvia's cranky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115556089362182746?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115556089362182746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115556089362182746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-only-853pm-but-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115538291182768167</id><published>2006-08-12T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T04:41:52.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2t34 CJC 2006 &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/320/classphoto.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;hector alex brian joseph franklin brian joshua romulus jeremy victor kaishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kimberly me shijie wendy julia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ruizhen wyna beverly queen jiying rene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tried to upload the rest of the photos but it doesn't seem to work. oh well, doesn't matter. anyway, the math mock exam was okay i guess. econs and chem on monday and i ought to be studying! right. will be back to blog soon anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115538291182768167?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115538291182768167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115538291182768167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/2t34-cjc-2006-hector-alex-brian-joseph.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115504740523281240</id><published>2006-08-08T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:50:29.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/yiminsyl.jpg" border="0" /&gt; at 730am in the morning, looking half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/macritchie.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the walk from CJ to macritchie was tiring! so near yet so far - literally. they just had to make us walk the cross-country route when we could have walked on the pavement along the highway! like the view though. our shoes were awfully muddy by this time. took quite a few class photos but i'll have to wait till zhen sends them over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/in%20the%20cab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;walked to mount alvernia with yimin and huiying to wait for a cab since the bus stops were packed with people from CJ and zhonghua and wherever. headed to town! (: jade was late. an hour late. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/melyingym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;celebrated mel's birthday in advance. was rushing to get her presents because we didn't have time to shop for them. thank goodness we managed to get a couple of stuff. photos are with yimin, will post them up once she sends them to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/syljademel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;mel likes her presents, so its all good. had lunch at the fish market at plaza sing. crowded! was good catching up. cam whoring and what have you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/our%20feet.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a random photo taken while waiting for the lift. thats jade in slippers, huiying, yimin, melissa and myself (anticlockwise). met shiam :D with gary and daniel. apparently they watched a movie at thecathay too. we watched my super ex-girlfriend. quite funny actually. saw them again at plaza sing so i took a train home with them. haven't seen shiam in a while so i was quite happy ((: national day tomorrow. i want to go and watch the fireworks. yup. sigh, oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115504740523281240?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115504740523281240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115504740523281240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/at-730am-in-morning-looking-half.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115492014201252958</id><published>2006-08-07T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T20:09:02.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found this on charissa's blog. love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROKEN DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;as children bring their broken toys&lt;br /&gt;with tears for us to mend,&lt;br /&gt;i brought my broken dreams to God&lt;br /&gt;because he was my friend.&lt;br /&gt;but instead of leaving Him in peace to work alone,&lt;br /&gt;i hung around and tried to help&lt;br /&gt;with ways that were my own.&lt;br /&gt;at last i snatched them back and cried,&lt;br /&gt;"how can you be so slow?"&lt;br /&gt;"my child," he said&lt;br /&gt;"what could i do? you never let them go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--author unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently in the CJ library with shijie. GP paper in about half an hour's time, hope all goes well. anyway, went to sfx for mass yesterday with shen. then to his place to see happy!&lt;br /&gt;the morning was well spent (: other than mass at sfx, like he'll say. oh wait. i dropped my phone on the bus! omg. got off the bus then wondered why my pocket felt so empty. and as the bus was driving off this kind soul sitting by the window looked at my shocked face then told the bus driver to stop. so i went back up to get it. eeps : and i thought shen had my phone in his pocket. blur. oh well. at least i got it back :) off i go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115492014201252958?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115492014201252958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115492014201252958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/found-this-on-charissas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115470296256780331</id><published>2006-08-04T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:51:29.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;so here i am all by myself&lt;br /&gt;thinking of you nobody else&lt;br /&gt;there is a feeling inside and as hard as i try &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;it just wont go away&lt;br /&gt;are you finding it hard it all on your own&lt;br /&gt;having to face each night alone&lt;br /&gt;knowing you are the one with the love that I need&lt;br /&gt;and i miss you more each day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who've been adding songs to my music folder - james, victor, brian, melsoh x)&lt;br /&gt;went straight to mr michaeltan with my letter this morning, to save myself from mdm wee's nagging. what else? self-study after school from 5 to 7. fine. guessed as much. can't expect me to keep getting MCs anyway, i'll go bankrupt. chemistry test. transition elements and chemical periodicity. something really funny happened after that when wyna bryan victor and i went to the canteen. victor was relatively exasperated, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;so the photocopier in the library jammed when i was trying to photocopy some math paper and the J1s who wanted to photocopy their history stuff had to wait for quite some time because the aunty in the photocopying shop refused to budge! so finally she came and taught me how to remove jammed papers from copiers - right. melsoh was supposed to join me at the self-study area but that woman .. sigh. she eloped with someone else! okay, i'm kidding. saw wend with cherie in the canteen. found out that she had to be at the self-study area too. great! i've got company. ohh and i learnt something from wyna who happened to be there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sinecosinecosinesinecosinecosinesine&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;tantanyitantan&lt;/i&gt; which happens to be tangent and the yi for 1. oh yes. the phrases (whatever you call them) in italics happen to follow a tune. haha hilarious. dearest melsoh came after a while :) helped me with abit of econs. yup, that ends my day. i think i'm growing old. some parts of me ache like hell, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;its the weekends!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go out and catch up with jade, yimin, huiying and melsoh! although i just saw two of them today. and as for you, missing you's just not an option. i've decided and happily concluded that i should spend my time more productively although sometimes thinking of you just comes naturally. right. so now i'm ranting. before i go, something for Ms Tan below! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/1600/IMG_2026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/IMG_2026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dearest Ms Tan Shi Jie, happy eighteenth birthday! time flies! i've known you for slightly more than a year now. how much things have changed. you weren't one of the first few people i hung out with when i first stepped into class. somehow i couldn't remember your name at the start. always ended up calling you jie shi but thats only because i used to have a friend by that name! so anyway i can't remember how, but i managed to get your name right after a while. how can i not, eh? come to think of it, i've been sitting with you ever since school started. well, officially that is. the only difference being, at first you were on my right and i seldom spoke to you. now, my goodness. we can go on forever! haven't spent a day in CJ without talking to you. right. thanks for being such an awesome tablemate. and ahem, remember your beach boy! haha i'll be waiting. hope you enjoyed yourself today .. and the presents! (: take care! happy birthday once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115470296256780331?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115470296256780331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115470296256780331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-here-i-am-all-by-myself-thinking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115453604742040452</id><published>2006-08-03T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T09:28:01.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence i have&lt;br /&gt;and cannonball into the water&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;for you i will&lt;br /&gt;for you i will&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, james? it's all your fault! now i'm doing just what you did. replay, replay, replay. on a happier note, thanks! ((:&lt;br /&gt;annoying corny. rhymes, doesn't it? self-proclaimed. if you don't get what i'm saying, nevermind. haha.&lt;br /&gt;gotten some stuff sorted out today - i think. i've yet to figure how i can make myself so busy as to not have the time to miss someone, anyone. but its quite interesting, you think? perhaps. although i don't think it'll ever work for me, its worth a shot. confusing? okay ... next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right folks, am not going to school because i have stomach issues - again. no one really expects me to not eat fried food, curry, chilli (not that i eat lots of this) at all, right? thats just insane! right. so now i'm suffering the consequences, great. g-r-e-a-t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115453604742040452?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115453604742040452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115453604742040452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-gonna-muster-every-ounce-of.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115442657496582028</id><published>2006-08-01T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T03:12:24.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>called him at an unearthly hour (4 in the morning) but of course, who was i kidding? no one's gonna be awake at that time. he replied at five-ish. amazing. really didn't want to call though. but jade, i did in the end =/ you get me.&lt;br /&gt;i've been messaging non-stop! today, that is. sent about 60 - so far. its not that bad i suppose since today's the last day of the "month" (where my handphone bills are concerned) and i've about 250 more messages to spare before it hits the 1000.&lt;br /&gt;right. so i thought today's econs test was quite tough. other than that, we spent the second break and the time before pe blasting music. all sorts. thats about it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want new sneakers and heels and so the list goes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read a random someone's blog. okay, so he/she isn't really a random someone but whatever it is, i don't like whatever he/she's saying. haha none of you will know whose blog i'm referring to. don't think he/she knows i read his/her blog anyway. RANDOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115442657496582028?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115442657496582028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115442657496582028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/08/called-him-at-unearthly-hour-4-in.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115434122532431785</id><published>2006-07-31T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T03:20:25.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>derwin, thanks. i'll call you soon.&lt;br /&gt;guanhan, thanks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everyone, meet fluffy. why the name, i have no idea. it isn't fluffy at all.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/butterflykisses007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fluffy - rom's most precious. he made it the class mascot for the day!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/butterflykisses009.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fluffy asleep during econs. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/butterflykisses004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;fluffy lost its hands! thanks to dearest jeremy. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/butterflykisses010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;okay, so that isn't really it. an hour later, it had no feet and was literally torn into bits. courtesy of victor, brian and rom himself. thats what happens when school is ... oh yes. rom decided to switch places with janet which also means he's sitting next to me. hmm. kaishing and whoever was listening to me this morning had a good laugh when i told them about my mini "adventure" last friday. if you want to know you can ask me but really, no one can be as unlucky as me. hey, at least she walked in to class today and left without mentioning a word about it. i'm quite sure she saw me! maybe she was stoning. oh well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;till next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115434122532431785?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115434122532431785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115434122532431785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/derwin-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115425643136502446</id><published>2006-07-30T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:51:57.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jade, i miss you terribly. chatting with you made me miss you even more! just like i told you, that certain someone really isn't part of us anymore. i sense the distance. and i agree. miss the times we had in stnicks. but we can't keep holding on to the past, huh? they're only memories now. at least we're meeting up soon. i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different note, i just realised that you and i don't click. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;there's the wind and the rain&lt;br /&gt;and the mercy of the fallen&lt;br /&gt;who say they have no claim to know what's right&lt;br /&gt;there's the weak and the strong&lt;br /&gt;and the beds that have no answer&lt;br /&gt;and that's where I may rest my head tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mercy of the Fallen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115425643136502446?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115425643136502446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115425643136502446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/jade-i-miss-you-terribly.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115421880824434337</id><published>2006-07-30T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T17:20:08.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how coincidental. guanhan's ORD is on my birthday. cool.&lt;br /&gt;night safari with joel and gary after As (:&lt;br /&gt;mock exams coming up!&lt;br /&gt;thursday. another day worth remembering. new deal made. i'm pretty sure we'll keep to it this time. got myself a top, pair of adidas shorts and a pair of earrings from bits and pieces this week. lunched at longjohns on friday, followed him to nyp to get some stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;attended mass with seish and james ystd. then dinner. loved the walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to update the other blog. bye! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115421880824434337?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115421880824434337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115421880824434337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-coincidental.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115390164836035499</id><published>2006-07-26T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:14:08.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a day of oily food. damn it!&lt;br /&gt;the toilet calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115390164836035499?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115390164836035499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115390164836035499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-of-oily-food.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115374236726406084</id><published>2006-07-24T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T04:59:27.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on mc today. school starts tomorrow for me. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats sitting in the comfort of your own room after a dreadful morning, catching up with a really good friend and baring our hearts out to each other. that's exactly what i did in the evening, yesterday. she told me that you can learn alot just by being in a relationship. and yes, i quite agree.&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm thinking if it's a good thing or a bad thing. just the thought of whatever a certain someone said on the phone earlier scares me. and somehow i understand where she's coming from. so i awoke at the rings from my handphone, stared at the number, didn't recognise it, silenced it and went back to sleep. only picked up after she called the 3rd time. sorry girl. i hope all the crying did you some good.&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder why guys are such .. nevermind. i'll keep my comments to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115374236726406084?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/115374236726406084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=115374236726406084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115374236726406084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115374236726406084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-mc-today.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-115362335893485291</id><published>2006-07-23T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T20:04:41.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sometimes when we touch&lt;br /&gt;the honesty's too much&lt;br /&gt;and i have to close my eyes and hide&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold you till i die&lt;br /&gt;till we both break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a stomachache last night. to hell with the weak stomach. couldn't sleep. after watching the korean show at 12plus i tried to sleep but nope, didn't work. checked my handphone, 2+ in the morning. right. the next time i checked it, 3+ and again at 5+. showered at 630. yup, you must be thinking i'm nuts. a little, i guess. my sunday morning. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you bother looking at the mirror before reversing? i don't see how your brakes will spoil just by stepping on them all of a sudden. isn't that what brakes are for? what. the. hell.&lt;br /&gt;left my house at 7ish. reached church awfully early. don't think i've ever been this early for a sunday mass before. but anyway, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115362335893485291?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115362335893485291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115362335893485291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-sometimes-when-we-touch-honestys.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115354294023935581</id><published>2006-07-22T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:35:40.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new photos uploaded. the link's on the left, scroll down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lot of you are at camp now and i know you're missing me. oh well. sorry friends.&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to find a word to describe how the past week has been. received the revision packages for the various subjects and there's quite a bit of work to be done but for now, i'm exhausted. nonetheless, i enjoyed myself over the couple of days i went out. met a couple of people like jo-ann van alfredo james jap thanes and a few cj people whom i hardly meet in school nowadays. funny how that works.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, we celebrated racial harmony on thursday (when most celebrated theirs on friday) and the supposed to be ethnic costumes turned out really funny for some. ninja lemo. haha and those who dressed as women from afghan or men from arabia like pavin. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;then we had our interact installation. the J1s rendition of "hey jude" was really sweet. and charissa, it really is a tad embarrassing to see the few number of J1s who turned up to sing but at least you were there so thanks! :D i thought that ircahn's speech was good. he had such confidence when he spoke. thumbs up. maybe that's why he's the incoming president, huh? tracy and i managed to grab some food at the reception. aye charissa, i actually thought rebecca was relatively nice until i heard she told this J2 off for taking food. what. the. hell. haha oh well. i have yet to go for the last tutoring session! soon soon. got to go check with raymond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. life is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's important to let the people we love know how much we love them and make sure we treasure them before it's too late. of course, with that hope that we're loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. i'm random. off to update the other blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115354294023935581?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115354294023935581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115354294023935581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-photos-uploaded.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115339596240097423</id><published>2006-07-20T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:46:02.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pirates of the carribean! :D finally watched it. greaaat.&lt;br /&gt;i had so much fun today. wow, i've got so many photos to upload. shall be back to blog and upload them tomorrow. BYE for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115339596240097423?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115339596240097423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115339596240097423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/pirates-of-carribean-d-finally-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115330479218884936</id><published>2006-07-19T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T03:26:32.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>updated the other blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;binging works :D now that i've fed myself with a banana split from ben &amp; jerrys, i'm happier than before. if you know the link, read the other blog for more details. anyway, i'm watching pirates tomorrow instead. i can't wait! enjoyed the first one thoroughly. four days of fun this week. how do i know? well, it's the company. doesn't matter if i don't make sense to you, i know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say something, but i forgot. eeps : nevermind. will update again soon. take care!&lt;br /&gt;wait! i remember now. i hope that dreams come true :) yup, that's it. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115330479218884936?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115330479218884936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115330479218884936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/updated-other-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115322128850394558</id><published>2006-07-18T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T04:14:48.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my goodness, syl. you're the biggest idiot on earth )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry dear. but thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115322128850394558?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115322128850394558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115322128850394558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-goodness-syl.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115305538008031004</id><published>2006-07-16T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T06:09:40.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got a really bad stomachache. must be due to something i ate. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;hope this week goes well. am keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115305538008031004?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115305538008031004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115305538008031004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-got-really-bad-stomachache.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115277930556179437</id><published>2006-07-13T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T01:28:25.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to watch pirates of the carribean!&lt;br /&gt;i started keeping a diary.&lt;br /&gt;so many things to say today but it shall all go in there.&lt;br /&gt;bye folks, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115277930556179437?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115277930556179437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115277930556179437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-want-to-watch-pirates-of-carribean-i.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115267230467702149</id><published>2006-07-12T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:45:04.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in school now.&lt;br /&gt;shijie, rene and i have nothing to do -nods.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. thats why i'm here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;so many things to say. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;screwed the exams. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. rom's like ... err. weird. psycho. looney. mm.. all three. yup. during lectures if he sits behind us then goodluck.&lt;br /&gt;ah yes. italy won. three cheers. did i mention it earlier? no i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;off i go now. till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115267230467702149?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115267230467702149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115267230467702149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115242575988079080</id><published>2006-07-09T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:15:59.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>germany beat portugal! 3-1 (:&lt;br /&gt;i watched the match but it doesn't seem like i did. i can't remember who scored and what happened. maybe my mind was somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;italy vs france! go italy, go italy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what are you for?&lt;br /&gt;you're for me&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;to talk, to listen, to shop, to hug, to quarrel with ... to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115242575988079080?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115242575988079080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115242575988079080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/germany-beat-portugal-3-1-i-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115218245145784313</id><published>2006-07-06T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T03:40:51.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>portugal is out!&lt;br /&gt;shen, i told you france would win! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp lecture was awfully fun today. never in my jc life have i enjoyed a gp lecture this much. rom is nuts. and i found my transition elements notes! all right, i didn't. during chem tutorial today, mrs tan asked us to take out our notes and i happily took out the set i photocopied from shijie ystd when brian said, "syl! syl? your notes are with me."&lt;br /&gt;so now i have two sets? oh well. i'm tired. off i go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't know why i promised you but now that i have, i'll make sure i stick to it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115218245145784313?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115218245145784313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115218245145784313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/portugal-is-out-shen-i-told-you-france.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115209691452675103</id><published>2006-07-05T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T04:19:02.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a promise made.&lt;br /&gt;seventeenth of november, hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygoodness. i was so caught up with stuff that i forgot my mum asked me to help her buy goals. ahh sylviaaa!&lt;br /&gt;and, i lost my transition elements notes. damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115209691452675103?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115209691452675103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115209691452675103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/promise-made.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115191964836560921</id><published>2006-07-03T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T02:40:48.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/320/sylyimin.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;if i'm not wrong, she was talking to huiying. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/320/butterflykisses003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;                                yimin and i again. wanted the print at the back too actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/320/sylying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;                 ((: huiying. waiting for the train. yup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;youthday :D went out with melsoh, yimin &amp;amp; huiying. i love the three of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes i'm confusing. it's only because i'm confused that's why i sound confusing, i think. am i confusing you? right. now i don't even know if i make bloody sense to you. but nevermind, as long as i know what i'm talking about. i know huiying is right and i know she knows how i'm feeling but there's really nothing i can do about it, is there? i can't possibly say ... that. all right. i'd better stop typing like how i'm typing if not no one's going to understand what i'm saying. right. school tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115191964836560921?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115191964836560921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115191964836560921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-im-not-wrong-she-was-talking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115183447682773724</id><published>2006-07-02T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T03:01:16.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>england lost. brazil lost.&lt;br /&gt;there's no reason for me to keep myself awake just to watch the matches at unearthly hours then. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left for the 11am mass at ihm today but there was abit of time so we went to surin first.&lt;br /&gt;swing! (: wind. joy.&lt;br /&gt;gary &amp; joel were there for the first half an hour at mass then they left so it was just us. went to DBS to get some things done. headed to the other park nearer my house.&lt;br /&gt;and they say, the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;an addition to my collection of sweet memories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an effing bruise on my butt. here's what happened. i was somewhat suffering from a serious lack of sleep (5am to 830am) when i got home at about 130pm earlier. had lunch, tried to get some stuff done but i crawled onto my bed and fell asleep. right. syl's always lazy, always. dragged myself out of bed an hour later, heads for the toilet and whoooosh. stepped on some stupid cloth right outside the toilet door, slips and falls. happy youth day to me. clumsy nut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115183447682773724?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115183447682773724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115183447682773724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/england-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115172679599351601</id><published>2006-07-01T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:15:11.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what does pb stand for then? &lt;b&gt;p&lt;/b&gt;ukes &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;lood? whats with remaining anonymous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friday well spent.&lt;br /&gt;although i only managed to get myself an adidas racerback :)&lt;br /&gt;he got a beverlyhills tshirt &amp; a pair of valentino pants&lt;br /&gt;johnlittle centrepoint taka wisma paragon plazasing thecathay&lt;br /&gt;bumped into quite a few people here and there&lt;br /&gt;all in all it was fun. the company was good.&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;b&gt;scarymovie4&lt;/b&gt;, pretty lame but quite funny nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the walk home was full of mixed emotions and what have you&lt;br /&gt;beneath the silence i know that each of us had stuff on our minds&lt;br /&gt;and yet .. some things are better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jade&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for listening and always being there. love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;melsoh&lt;/b&gt;, thanks for listening to my rubbish. i'll update you on monday, remind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germany won. the match was fun! but i don't really care who won i suppose. england vs portugal tonight! ((: triple yay for england. gabriel, julian, lyn, ade &amp;amp; desmond will be coming over. funfunfun. go brazil! send the french home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how the dudes are playing at the archbishop cup now. oh well. hope they do well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115172679599351601?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115172679599351601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115172679599351601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-does-pb-stand-for-then-pukes.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115159204427211345</id><published>2006-06-29T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T07:40:44.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;dearest pb, mind leaving a name i can identify you with, the next time you tag? thanks for the luck anyhow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mids are over! ((:&lt;br /&gt;hiphiphooray!&lt;br /&gt;i really don't think i'll manage to do relatively well for any paper but to hell with that for now. i've got more important things at hand like soccer and shopping and what have you. just anything but studying, please. right and it isn't as if i studied my ass off for the mids.&lt;br /&gt;headed to thecathay after the current affairs paper to buy movie tickets. thanks daryl for the company. haha and pavin finally decided not to watch a movie after like nearly two hours? gosh. indecisive. anyway, came home. time passed super quickly today! then again, it's probably cos i was chatting with thanes &amp;amp; joel. two hilarious &lt;s&gt;idiots&lt;/s&gt; friends of mine. haha (: ah yes, how's the layout, folks? drop me a tag yeah?&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy tomorrow with seish :D i'm looking forward. yesyes. just hope i manage to get my hands on some clothes or shoes or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;will let ya'll know. off i go now. BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WORLDCUP&lt;/b&gt; ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115159204427211345?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115159204427211345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115159204427211345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/06/dearest-pb-mind-leaving-name-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115145460011364972</id><published>2006-06-28T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:30:59.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes, just sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the girl wonders why she fell for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it worth the effort, really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg. i haven't slept yet.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna screw up tomorrow's math.&lt;br /&gt;darn it, syl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do something about my blog layout.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115145460011364972?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115145460011364972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115145460011364972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-just-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115042720458239985</id><published>2006-06-16T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:47:51.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: watched &lt;b&gt;the omen&lt;/b&gt; with seish ystd. had a little bit of time so we walked around first. browsed through books at ti&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/1600/butterflykisses014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/butterflykisses014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mes. wanted to shop but we were kinda tired. the movie was not bad, actually. rather shocking and all but it's all good. seriously, i need more guts. haha. met huiying &amp; we went to get jade's birthday cake from secret recipe. headed down to cafe cartel to meet mina &amp;amp; xinyi. i think the staff at cartel need to learn how to be nicer folks =/ so anyway, the cake was supposed to be a surprise but you see, i don't really think surprises work. maybe they do, just that we aren't that professional .. yet. like seish's supposed-to-be-a-surprise birthday party. it was all good until the 11th hour. stupid maaaaaaaa&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/1600/butterflykisses020.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/butterflykisses020.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ark. humpf. get over it. at least seish had fun - thats most important since it was his birthday. back to where i was. okay so it wasn't exactly a surprise anymore. but i think it was fun all the same. haha. xinyi left pretty early and mel came after horse riding. look at the photo on the right. starting from left - eugene jade huiying mina seishen me mel :D basically, i had fun. in my 4 weeks of holidays, i'm enjoying this one the most. don't ask me why but i actually enjoyed the night walks home. yeah syl, how boring. haha. but just being able to talk about anything and everything with * is good. and sweet ((: yimin, we missed you! hope you can go to huiying's house on sat. oh well. so i came home and watched soccer. yup, what's new. now i'm awfully tired. england won! im happy but not so happy. i owe derwin a treat. so after the england match we talked on the phone for a while and you know what? i think hes just lucky. you hear? haha. and that fella smsed me early in the morning to tell me that we were to bet on more matches tonight. greaaaat. number one, you don't need sleep but i do! armyboy. pffft. haha... number two, i don't really think i want to owe you more treats. we'll see. as for now, i'm off to find stuff to do. bye ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115042720458239985?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115042720458239985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115042720458239985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/06/watched-omen-with-seish-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-115033781030455852</id><published>2006-06-15T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:16:50.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this entry is dedicated to all the birthday folks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(scroll down for personal message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;BIRTHDAY WEEK ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11/06 - Bill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14/06 - Seishen, Lucas, Japeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16/06 - Jade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18/06 - Huiying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to all of you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bill&lt;/b&gt;   `dont even know if youre gonna read this but anyway, sorry i couldn't make it for your bbq. hope you had fun though. see you in school, take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;seishen&lt;/b&gt;   `((: glad you had fun yesterday although Mr M had to spoil the surprise a little. i'm sure you had other surprises, yes? haha. whatever it is, i hope it's a birthday worth remembering. lotsa love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lucas&lt;/b&gt;   `boo. did YOU enjoy yourself yesterday? and do you like the present? haha. study hard and do well for your Os! we'll go out when we're both done with exams. i'm waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;japeth&lt;/b&gt;   `youre definitely not gonna read this BUT i'll say what i want to say anyway. haha. all the best with school, exams and what not. and best wishes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jade&lt;/b&gt;   `GIRLFRIEND! were you my left or right brain? oh well. anyway, we haven't managed to go out and all cos everyone's busy with school and stuff. but we do chat so thats not so bad. i miss the times we had in st nicks! once a st nicks girl always a st nicks girl. we'll catch up soon. love you lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;huiying&lt;/b&gt;   `hey dear! haha you can go and get your license soon! the most enthusiastic person i've met when it comes to getting a driving license. haha but thats cool. don't really see you around in school come to think of it. all the best for the As! we'll go out like crazy and party to the max when its over! haha. love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-115033781030455852?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115033781030455852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/115033781030455852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-entry-is-dedicated-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114886756343755831</id><published>2006-05-29T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T19:14:11.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mass inbox clearing. erased them all. well, most of them. none from you left. nothing worth keeping. you dont keep a single message anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday! i need to shop. i want to watch da vinci code. i want to buy clothes. shoes. accessories. many many things. lets go out. okay not now though. my eyes are failing on me. when im done sleeping. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114886756343755831?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114886756343755831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114886756343755831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/05/mass-inbox-clearing.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114865969477224586</id><published>2006-05-27T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:08:14.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gp exam? no comments. i'll be keeping my fingers crossed. watched xmen with mel &amp; val before yimin came after her chem spa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i bought today :&lt;br /&gt;- lime green racer back&lt;br /&gt;- pair of blue earrings&lt;br /&gt;- nike dri fit tee&lt;br /&gt;- girls boxer shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: not done shopping though. no worries. im looking forward to friday. yay. its the june holidays! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acension thursday 2006, aka the day of the EXs. why? ah only we know =p ask me if you want to know. attended mass with seish thanes jolene corny &amp; shiam after dinner. we were kinda late but the warden happily ushered us to sit in front. RIGHT in front. first row. my goodness. so embarassing. but i had fun. spent the morning playing badminton with shijie &amp; rene then we literally slacked the whole afternoon away. tsk. oh well. spent the night talking. sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to sleep now (i hope) night folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114865969477224586?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114865969477224586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114865969477224586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/05/gp-exam-no-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114847293227635287</id><published>2006-05-24T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T05:28:00.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last day of school (: &lt;br /&gt;GP mid year exam on friday. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'know what? i got so cheesed off with * yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;like f off, seriously.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dear victor kept imitating me. but really, dont &lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt; acting like mr nice, because you suck at it. plus, you pissed me off in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, chem lect was fun. the few of us laughed non-stop about random stuff. and ms-whoever kept walking over but ah no one really cared. wanted to watch a movie but there arent any nice ones with the timings we were looking for. wanted to bowl, but decided against it. and of course most importantly, i didnt bring enough cash -_-"&lt;br /&gt;shiam tricked me when we were walking happy! pffft. but funny nonetheless. headed to sakae for dinner with my family. all right, i guess. nothing fantastic?&lt;br /&gt;and today was quite boring. i mean lessons are never fun, eh? OH. but we were planning our schedule for post As. yup, what the hell. mid years arent even over. haha. okay, i shant be mean but there was this really nutty woman at this traffic light i was at and she scolded me for not pressing the button. is she mad? what has me crossing the road got to do with her. and besides, she was at the traffic light first. so if she wanted to hit the damn button couldn't she do it herself? what in the world. ah nevermind. bye folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114847293227635287?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114847293227635287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114847293227635287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-day-of-school-gp-mid-year-exam-on.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114818809710068015</id><published>2006-05-21T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:08:17.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>swimming with an empty stomach is not good. eeps :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gloria, this is for you. since you asked me to do it, i shall. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1`how many crushes do you have?&lt;br /&gt;crush? nah. zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2`i will recommend this song called _____ by____&lt;br /&gt;hips dont lie. shakira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3`mummy, when i grow up i wanna be a/an...&lt;br /&gt;havent thought of it. HR manager? no idea, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4`describe yourself with at least 5 points.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; sociable&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; very random&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; neat&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; emotional&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; talkative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5`the most intimidate thing you've done to the opppsite sex is...&lt;br /&gt;intimidate? mm.. hugging? holding hands? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6`your next dream birthday present will be...&lt;br /&gt;you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7`what do you wanna tell your current crush/ex/current lover?&lt;br /&gt;i love you. who? for me to know for you to find out. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8`who are the next 5 people chosen to do this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;1. julia&lt;br /&gt;2. jade&lt;br /&gt;3. yimin&lt;br /&gt;4. mina&lt;br /&gt;5. pb (whoever you are)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114818809710068015?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114818809710068015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114818809710068015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/05/swimming-with-empty-stomach-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114804850947394215</id><published>2006-05-19T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T07:25:56.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/1600/butterflykisses015.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/butterflykisses015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it started with a kiss. chapter 19. part two. highly recommended.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oldies, oldies and more oldies. thats the type of song t34's pretty much into now. dont ask me why, i have no clue. but i found out that bryan &amp; brian have a fair bit of knowledge on oldies (both chinese and english). now im waiting for brian to come online and send me the songs i want! oh well. went for the CJ arts concert. all right, i guess. quite impressed by some of them. too many piano recitals though. cant appreciate so many pieces at one go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="660099"&gt;loved you yesterday, love you still. always have, always will.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shall get going now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114804850947394215?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114804850947394215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114804850947394215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-started-with-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114757297770595189</id><published>2006-05-14T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:16:17.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#6666FF"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wrote your name in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;but the wind blew it away.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote your name in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;but the waves washed it away.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote your name in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and forever it will stay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june holidays are starting. so are our mid year exams. i cant wait for the year to be over. theres just so much work to be done and i know it. but somehow i cant budge. whats up with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*purestofpain ; nice song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114757297770595189?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114757297770595189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114757297770595189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wrote-your-name-in-sky-but-wind-blew_14.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114739646120871693</id><published>2006-05-12T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:20:09.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#6633FF"&gt;Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.&lt;br /&gt;And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.&lt;br /&gt;The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.&lt;br /&gt;The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#6633CC"&gt;Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,&lt;br /&gt;"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."&lt;br /&gt;"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."&lt;br /&gt;She knew this was the last time, that the roses would appear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663399"&gt;She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.&lt;br /&gt;Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.&lt;br /&gt;He always liked to do things early, way before the time.&lt;br /&gt;Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663366"&gt;She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.&lt;br /&gt;Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.&lt;br /&gt;While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663333"&gt;A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.&lt;br /&gt;With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#663300"&gt;She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.&lt;br /&gt;The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,&lt;br /&gt;Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#6600FF"&gt;"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"&lt;br /&gt;The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know."&lt;br /&gt;"The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance."&lt;br /&gt;"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#6600CC"&gt;"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,&lt;br /&gt;And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.&lt;br /&gt;There also is another thing, that I think you should know,&lt;br /&gt;He wrote a special little card... he did this years ago."&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#660099"&gt;"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here,&lt;br /&gt;That's the card... that should be sent, to you the following year."&lt;br /&gt;She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.&lt;br /&gt;Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#660066"&gt;Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.&lt;br /&gt;Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...&lt;br /&gt;"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#660033"&gt;"I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.&lt;br /&gt;For if it were the other way, I know how I would feel.&lt;br /&gt;The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#660000"&gt;"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.&lt;br /&gt;That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#9900FF"&gt;"When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,&lt;br /&gt;That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved you and I know I always will.&lt;br /&gt;But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#9900CC"&gt;"Please... try to find happiness, while living out your days.&lt;br /&gt;I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.&lt;br /&gt;The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,&lt;br /&gt;When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#990099"&gt;"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.&lt;br /&gt;But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,&lt;br /&gt;And place the roses where we are, together once again."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114739646120871693?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114739646120871693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114739646120871693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114734967126472027</id><published>2006-05-11T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T05:14:31.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tired. damn effing tired. lots to say, so forget it. i dont know where to start. some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114734967126472027?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114734967126472027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114734967126472027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/05/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114691305080485488</id><published>2006-05-06T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T03:57:30.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>attended the workers party rally with huiying on thurs (:&lt;br /&gt;watched mission impossible 3 ystd with seish, thanes &amp; james :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created a new blog, but its pretty personal. if you manage to find it, well and good. if not, just too bad. will let some of you guys know the address. laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114691305080485488?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114691305080485488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114691305080485488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/05/attended-workers-party-rally-with.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114665253873008560</id><published>2006-05-03T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T03:36:59.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so very random. not to anyone in particular. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFCE"&gt;okay, let me start. this isn't going to be an entry to keep you updated on what's going on in my life, neither is it going to be a hiilarious one, so please proceed to the next blog if thats what youre looking for. check back after a couple of days when ive typed out another entry.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;i hate it. i hate it when i want to say something but i dont know if youre willing to listen. i hate it when i care when you dont think i should. i hate it when i find it so hard to explain myself to you. i hate it when i dont feel like saying anything to you because i think you think its irritating. i hate it when youre physically there but in actual fact youre somewhere else. i hate it when i have nothing to say to you anymore. and you know what? i think i care although i say i dont. screw it. i bother about alot of things. i do. and im like that. why? i dont know! am i supposed to know? perhaps. but i dont. &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt; 'nuff said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114665253873008560?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114665253873008560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114665253873008560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-very-random.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114631829902529579</id><published>2006-04-29T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:43:29.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;The Best Of Friends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#330066"&gt;the best of friends can change a frown into a smile when you are down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#330099"&gt;the best of friends will understand your little trials and lend a hand.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3300CC"&gt;the best of friends will always share your secret dreams because they care.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3300FF"&gt;the best of friends, worth more than gold, give all the love a heart can hold.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;font color="#990000"&gt;love&lt;/font&gt; my best friend (: thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day well spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/1600/bestiesforlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/bestiesforlife.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner at &lt;i&gt;the balcony&lt;/i&gt; was great. although i preferred his drink to mine. food was good. and i love the present! really sweet. reminisced. talking's good. pretty productive i might add. &lt;br /&gt;oh yes! managed to get a pair of nike shoes and a top from mango. we walked alot but i couldnt really find anything nice to buy? yup. met james &amp; thanes on the bus on our way to his house. lotsa people went over to watch soccer. haha all right. awfully tired. am off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty-ninth april. a day to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114631829902529579?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114631829902529579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114631829902529579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/04/best-of-friends-best-of-friends-can.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114568485775735933</id><published>2006-04-22T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T08:00:24.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#0033FF"&gt;for my 18th birthday photos, click&lt;/font&gt; &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=2YcNnLlmxdA&amp;notag=1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#6633FF"&gt;here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks yous are at the end of the entry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20th April&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;our plan was to skip gp lect, head home to get changed &amp; off to town to watch a movie. unfortunately, we got caught. all 12 of us. a whole series of events followed. numerous phone calls, with teachers yelling in the background and what have you. made our way back to see Mr Tan &amp; Bro Paul. made to clean the 6 LTs and the canteen. awfully tired! but we took a couple of photos. when i have them i'll upload it here. ah and the rest of the night went pretty well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21st April&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;who put the duck on my table?!&lt;/i&gt; haha i finally found out at night. well, napfa went well. at long last! i got my C for standing broad jump. the station that ruins my fitness test. 180cm. yay. i never fail to fail it (how ironic) so now, im happy and tired. my legs are giving way. kept jumping time and time again cos i was in the 150 to 160 range. &lt;br /&gt;came home to bathe &amp; change. met seish, went to cine to watch &lt;b&gt;take the lead&lt;/b&gt;. nice! did something he doesnt like doing, but it made me happy. so there. haha. thanks. came home. couple of people came over, went to the park for some surprise (i think im very stupid/blur), came back to watch &lt;b&gt;pink panther&lt;/b&gt; and play bridge. i played 3 games and i won all. haha. birthday luck. had fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;a BIG thank you to all who wished me or/and celebrated with me&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#9999FF"&gt;jade* huiying* yimin* melissa* jesmine* xinyi* seishen*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#9999CC"&gt;lucas. shiam. david. gary. james. cornelius. deb. thanes. michelle. joel. wuyuan. jonathan. mark. derwin. melissa. andre. miah. brendan. irwin. martin. alethea. marilyn. gabriel. jacq. raymond. gk. joe. samantha. daniel. manfred. ben. freda. alvin. eugene. CJ 2t34&lt;/font&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114568485775735933?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114568485775735933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114568485775735933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-my-18th-birthday-photos-click-here.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114535406544090999</id><published>2006-04-18T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T04:10:54.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;happy birthday aaron&lt;/b&gt; couple of hours in adv. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IJ girls are talkative" - according to some classmates who are obviously not IJ girls. true? perhaps. but being talkative isnt a bad thing, is it? &lt;br /&gt;anyway, ive been skipping gp lectures. i dont see a point in going? all we do is copy whatever's on the slides and more often than not our minds are somewhere else. okay, so i'll speak for myself. &lt;br /&gt;environmental chemistry as an option topic isnt exactly my kind of fun. today's chemistry lecture seemed more like a geography one to me. right. and now i'm wondering if the teachers in CJ actually read blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a relatively &lt;i&gt;Holy&lt;/i&gt; weekend. attended mass with James &amp; Shen on Holy Thurs. boy was it crowded. went to ahseah with them, Lucas &amp; Shiam. i think Lucas &amp; i cross roads pretty dangerously. eeps :| he knows what im saying. ah and he was talking so animatedly that his phone flew out of his hand and onto the road. darn. the poor phone. went for the 10am mass on Good Friday. reached quite early but Brendan &amp; i waited for Shiam, Alethea, Andy &amp; Irwin before going in. PACKED. had to stand. James &amp; Jolene joined us a little later. spent rest of the day at home. oh, Shen came over. yup, thats about it. thanks derwin for teaching me on the phone. lots of patience! haha i can be quite blur, i know. &lt;br /&gt;went for the Easter Vigil at Holy Cross. the mass was FOUR hours long! my cousin, also my Godfather-to-be, got baptised. bumped into Alfredo &amp; Miah. headed to Bugis on Sunday with Shen &amp; two cousins. but my cousins left pretty early so we shopped. or i did. fell in love with this nike top. too big! no size! :( the rest of the day is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes really quickly this year. im turning 18 on friday! oh. and i couldnt understand what Yimin was trying to say about friday being my birthday and thats why she didnt ask me out today with Huiying and her. mm? lost. oh nevermind. shall end here. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114535406544090999?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114535406544090999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114535406544090999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-aaron-couple-of-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114514779339229700</id><published>2006-04-16T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T17:38:36.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/1600/DSCF4610.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2470/829/200/DSCF4610.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#CC00CC"&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy easter! (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update later. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114514779339229700?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114514779339229700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114514779339229700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-easter-ill-update-later.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114484039130111518</id><published>2006-04-12T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T04:59:10.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was blog surfing earlier when i was reminded of a phrase, relatively significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#3333FF"&gt;"focus girls, focus"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just what i need to do now, if you ask me. or soon? well thats what mrs brenda tan used to say during history lessons in st nicks. to the few of us especially? i remember how jade, mina &amp; i used to flunk our history tests really badly. thats all over now. whats left is our friendships and maybe a little knowledge of the various subjects? the A level exam is definitely more intimidating than the O level one. damn. cant wait till we're done with it. so many plans!&lt;br /&gt;i know ive said this many times but i think the pe in CJ is mad. just looking at the guys complete their napfa yesterday was scary. the amount of effort they put in. yikes. and somehow i think every morning shes gonna nag at me during assembly because i havent shown the so-and-so my letter. but i am not intending to and i wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is for you, JULIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SEVEN THINGS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 celebrity crushes&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant. dont have any major ones. when i think of any i'll re-update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 qualities I want in a potential boyfriend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sweet&lt;br /&gt;* loyal&lt;br /&gt;* caring&lt;br /&gt;* filial&lt;br /&gt;* sociable&lt;br /&gt;* understanding&lt;br /&gt;* loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 random songs at the moment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kelly Clarkson - Because of You&lt;br /&gt;* Craig David - Unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;* Pussycat Dolls - I Must Stick With You&lt;br /&gt;* Lin Jun Jie - Sarang Heyo&lt;br /&gt;* Utada Hikaru - First Love&lt;br /&gt;* All Saints - Never Ever&lt;br /&gt;* Sugarbabes - Ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 things I say most&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;* wah lao!&lt;br /&gt;* Damn!&lt;br /&gt;* Huh?&lt;br /&gt;* Sleep sweet (i say this alot!)&lt;br /&gt;* what the hell&lt;br /&gt;* whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 people who need to do this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yimin&lt;br /&gt;* Jesmine&lt;br /&gt;* Jade&lt;br /&gt;* Mark&lt;br /&gt;* Ben&lt;br /&gt;* Derwin&lt;br /&gt;* Cornelius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114484039130111518?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114484039130111518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114484039130111518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/04/was-blog-surfing-earlier-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114462922841543252</id><published>2006-04-10T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:33:48.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MC. damn. staying home's like the most boring thing ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114462922841543252?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#6666FF"&gt;seven things im happy about this week&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- penitential service&lt;br /&gt;- insightful chat with m&lt;br /&gt;- watched &lt;i&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A for 2.4&lt;br /&gt;- watched &lt;i&gt;Inside Man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- friday. which is today.&lt;br /&gt;- its the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was about to say that i enjoyed myself thoroughly today and that it was a good break from school. but that would only make it seem as though ive been studying really hard which is certainly not the case. whichever. i had fun all the same. the feeling of having the company of someone you know you can tell everything to is sweet. sometimes some parts of the conversation gets hilarious! happiness ; the word which m doesnt believe in. do you, m? guess what. napfa's on my birthday! the 5-item test! cant they pick another day? humpf.&lt;br /&gt;penitential service was pretty good. must be the people. james, seish &amp; lucas. oh and dinner before that with them &amp; thanes. ahh. a fun bunch.&lt;br /&gt;i need to shop. i seriously need to shop! but i dont exactly have the finances. damn. soon, soon. i'll get down to it. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114442432574235786?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114442432574235786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114442432574235786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/04/firstly-cornelius-kang-you-tagged-in.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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where's your student pass?&lt;br /&gt;me : i didnt bring it&lt;br /&gt;bus driver : then it's 90 cents&lt;br /&gt;(gets 20 cents from shen &amp; puts it in)&lt;br /&gt;me : but i dont have 90 cents&lt;br /&gt;bus driver : you walked out of the house without your student pass?&lt;br /&gt;me : yes. and well if i had my student pass i wouldnt be using coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;what the hell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just too bad. none of us had coins! okay, so i was a little rude. ah nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i found out a couple of days ago that both jason &amp; ben are in sispec :) what a coincidence. except that theyre in different platoons. haha ben's in the "hell" one. oh well. army fellas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114394779578399235?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-10618933.post-114336381572844406</id><published>2006-03-26T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T01:03:35.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for the lack of entries. haven't been inspired to blog. now that ive decided to blow away all the dust that has collected, lets see if i remember what ive been up to the past week or so. school has been utterly miserable. one, the timetable has changed. the one for the odd week's fine but not for the even! they need to re-schedule - seriously. two, mass pe. we didnt exactly get the nicest pe teachers (just the opposite, actually). oh well. watched &lt;i&gt;tuesdays with morrie&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;big mommas house 2&lt;/i&gt; (on mon &amp; wed respectively) at seishen's. something's been bugging me. i'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;attended mass at st annes today. well it was pretty all right except that the air-con was way too cold. sorry bout the silence. but thanks anyway. got a haircut! i think i look weird. guess im just not used to it. &lt;br /&gt;ptm this sat! nothing to worry about since my parents already know my CT results. like crap! =/ &lt;br /&gt;tired. shall go off now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114336381572844406?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114336381572844406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114336381572844406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorry-for-lack-of-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114302924615471357</id><published>2006-03-22T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T04:07:26.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>silence is a virtue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114302924615471357?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/114302924615471357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=114302924615471357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114302924615471357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114302924615471357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/03/silence-is-virtue.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-114216850290829069</id><published>2006-03-12T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T06:20:54.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since school ended on friday, life has been pretty interesting. (friday) before &lt;b&gt;rockafellaskank&lt;/b&gt;, took a cab down to SJI with michelle, lucas &amp; seish for the youth rally meeting. but by the time they wanted to start packing, some of us had to leave. a wasted trip, really. rfs was all right, i suppose. the company was good. mel, daryl, hy, seish. (saturday) watched some qigong master perform stunts on discovery channel at seish's place. eeps :| then shiam, seish &amp; i left for the &lt;b&gt;STNICKS funfair&lt;/b&gt;! (: met mel, ym, xinyi. oh james came too. fun! SN rocks :) &lt;i&gt;once a st nicks girl, always a st nicks girl&lt;/i&gt;. had to get ourselves down to SJI. &lt;b&gt;serangoon district youth rally&lt;/b&gt; was good. hard to explain but if you were there, i think you'd understand. i hope. bused home with a couple of them. but i had a good chat. thanks. (sunday) seish's place. shiam's drawings of happy are really cute! but anyway, went to &lt;b&gt;OLPS&lt;/b&gt; for mass with seish &amp; deb. so far! but i like the church. had lunch at some hawker centre. food's not bad! talked abit to this 60ish aunty who came to sit with us. mm shes quite friendly i guess. anyway, headed to town thereafter. bumped into ashwin at paragon! okay so i didnt recognise him. haha. stared for a while =/ oops. oh well. went for the &lt;b&gt;smu&lt;/b&gt; open house. 3 of us &amp; mel. not bad! deb went to take the train, mel, seish &amp; i went to 7-11 before heading home. not sure how mel got home in the end? haha the stupid bus stop had no bus for her. anyhow, i didnt want to go home so early so we took the bus all the way to the end. well, nearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;sweet. ah the irony of it all.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114216850290829069?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114216850290829069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114216850290829069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/03/since-school-ended-on-friday-life-has.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114145721621633090</id><published>2006-03-04T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T18:54:23.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CTs are over (: okay, so i doubt im going to do well but until i get back the results, lets enjoy! after math ystd, came home to put my stuff, had lunch, got dressed then headed to town with mel &amp; michelle. something really amusing happened on the train - just when we got on. but i shant go into detail. anyway, went to get movie tickets. if i remember correctly, it was &lt;s&gt;rumour has it&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;big mommas house&lt;/i&gt; for them &amp; &lt;i&gt;final destination 3&lt;/i&gt; for shen &amp; i. window shopping! wasnt exactly window shopping if we tried the clothes on, eh? and the range of clothes at &lt;i&gt;chaos&lt;/i&gt; is not bad. then someone came. something happened. ah what the hell. didnt exactly ruin our mood since we went to &lt;i&gt;swensens&lt;/i&gt; to pig out. hah. then that someone left and we continued looking around.&lt;br /&gt;i left to meet shen. got a red adidas jersey for james then went to watch the movie. eew. blood squirting, brain spurting! all over the place! yuck! go and watch it if you want some gross-ness. awfully disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had relatively interesting chats with david &amp; ben this morning or early noon, whichever. about their outlooks on life and other stuff. random, but insightful nonetheless. and of course, played minesweeper &amp; tic tac toe with jade. haha thats what happens when you put two awfully bored people together. all right. im off now. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114145721621633090?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/114145721621633090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=114145721621633090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114145721621633090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114145721621633090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/03/cts-are-over-okay-so-i-doubt-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-114095801471121516</id><published>2006-02-28T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:24:04.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had this sudden urge to blog but now that i'm here i dont have anything to say. what in the world? maybe its the weather - maybe not. i'm just not in the best of moods. worse, its CTs this week and we're getting back our MT results tomorrow. good grief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i need to talk. not that i cant, though. ah you get me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114095801471121516?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114095801471121516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114095801471121516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-had-this-sudden-urge-to-blog-but-now.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-114042360307277928</id><published>2006-02-20T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T00:33:07.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#6666FF"&gt;&lt;i&gt;they said that loving you was my biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;but how can it be wrong if it felt so right?&lt;br /&gt;if ever i made a mistake, &lt;br /&gt;its not that i loved you, &lt;br /&gt;but the thought that someday you'd love me too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;common test schedule&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th Feb - General Paper&lt;br /&gt; 1st Mar - Chemistry&lt;br /&gt; 2nd Mar - Economics&lt;br /&gt; 3rd Mar - Math 9233&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats next week and dearest sylvia (thats me) hasnt started revising her J1 work. good luck to that. times flies! term one's nearly over. in a couple of days we're getting back our chinese AO &amp; projectwork results. and soon i'll be sitting for my As! =/ okay, enough about common tests and what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont get it. maybe if you explained yourself i'd be able to relate better. as for now, i still dont. pe last friday was insane. 15 rounds (equivalent to 5km) round the track. utter madness. ah but at least i managed to complete it. and thats all for the life in CJ for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to attend mass with seish &amp; friends but none of them came by the time mass started so it was just seish &amp; i. tsk! oh but james &amp; jap came a little later except that they stood downstairs. stupid corny didnt wake up! he and his promise. &lt;br /&gt;i should get going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ CROSS COUNTRY tomorrow! good luck if youre running competitive :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-114042360307277928?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114042360307277928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/114042360307277928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/02/they-said-that-loving-you-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113992348730493932</id><published>2006-02-14T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T05:24:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF33FF"&gt;happy valentines day!&lt;/font&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone who has made today special somehow or other. the CJ friends, St Nicks babes, corny, martin, derwin, seish, shiam &amp; all the rest of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;school was &lt;s&gt;boring&lt;/s&gt; okay. whats new? religion lesson really isnt my type of thing. i dont see how we're learning bout the faith? oh well. &lt;br /&gt;came home to put my bag &amp; take some stuff then went to seish's place. but he was taking a nap so i watched tv with shiam. haha looked at the photos taken at the chalet, a couple of presents he got and what have you. OH YES! i watched aunty carol bathe happy. so cute! and he doesnt flinch. not to forget, he gets his fur blown dry! i quote, "&lt;i&gt;KING Happy&lt;/i&gt;" says a jealous someone. haha just kidding. anyway, went to walk happy with seish. there. thats how i spent my valentines day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i kind of miss talking to certain (church) people. and i know im being missed. haha (: &lt;br /&gt;it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113992348730493932?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/113992348730493932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=113992348730493932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113992348730493932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113992348730493932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-d-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-113939879280778893</id><published>2006-02-08T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T03:40:51.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been pretty busy thats why i havent been updating. theres quite a fair bit to say each day but as the days pass, i kinda forget. got our &lt;u&gt;common test&lt;/u&gt; schedule! damn. its like last year's promotional exams! the format, that is. ah at least it finishes in a week. anyway, went to the &lt;b&gt;dover park hospice&lt;/b&gt; after school. ive been to old folks homes, orphanages and what have you but this is my first time to a hospice. very very different, i must say. i dont know how to put it but the atmosphere's just ... different. there isnt any hospital smell (if you know what im talking about) or anything like that though. ah it was quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was on mc last thursday, had a really bad food poisoning. friday, 2.4 trials and i totally screwed it up. didnt manage to complete for some reason. &lt;b&gt;chingay&lt;/b&gt; after that and on saturday too. wasnt that fun. well, what do you expect when you get some uncle telling you that he thinks the structure's gonna collapse. good grief. but anyway, had supper with mel &amp; ym at pasta mania on sat. okay, so it was more a dinner than supper for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended mass with seish on sun then hung around church. havent spoken to quite a number of them for a while so it was great seeing them. martin, lucas etc. didnt go for cath =/ went to eat with jo instead. haha oops? oh well. then wilfred &amp; seish joined us. yep. the rest of the day is history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. school was &lt;s&gt;boring&lt;/s&gt; okay. headed to seish's place. managed to open my GP powerpoint! but i still cant open it here. oh nevermind. slacked abit then his dad fetched us to jo's place. quite a number of people went (: a farewell party of some sort. &lt;br /&gt;and now, it's back to life and more homework. just lots and lots of homework and tests. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113939879280778893?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113939879280778893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113939879280778893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/02/been-pretty-busy-thats-why-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113871370165014511</id><published>2006-01-31T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T05:21:41.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;270106&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended mass with the Famous Five, or so Father Raj called us. priscilla, melissa, myself, francesca &amp; katrina. and according to dearest mel, im the whitest =/ the cny celebration was okay, i guess. not as bad as expected. &lt;br /&gt;played frisbee for PE &amp; dearest bryan threw it right into my knee! daaamn. it whacked my blueblack! but aaanyway.&lt;br /&gt;shopped abit after school and managed to get a lime green top. so ive got 3 new tops and no new bottoms this new year. &lt;br /&gt;had dinner at chomp² with melissa, yimin, huiying &amp; ngaifat. i ate alot! and i think it marked the start of my eating quest. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;280106&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny eve (: watched &lt;b&gt;memoirs of a geisha&lt;/b&gt; with shiam, seish &amp; lucas. ahh. our annual cny eve date. lucas left so the 3 of us went to city hall to meet alvin. headed to penin thereafter. didnt think the pair of adidas shoes which shiam &amp; alvin thought was nice was. hmm i prefer the oasics one we saw at wheelocks. so seish, go get it! haha reunion dinner was awesome. i think i ate too much but anyway. gabriel &amp; gloria came over later at night. then 3 of us &amp; sw made our way to superbowl to play pool for a couple of hours. counted down to the lunar new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;290106&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CC0000"&gt;HAPPY CNY :D&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;attended mass at sfx with seish. it was really packed! &lt;br /&gt;mum wasnt feeling well so i went visiting on my own. got my cousin to pick me &amp; we made our way to this uncle's place etc etc. oh yes! went swimming later in the day. but the sickening knee of mine stopped &lt;i&gt;working&lt;/i&gt; for a while so i went to soak in the jacuzzi instead. ahaha. then the sauna &amp; back to my aunt's place for dinner. okay, what else do you do on cny? gamble. so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;300106&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to visit my grandfather cos hes sick. then headed to bishan to watch &lt;b&gt;fearless&lt;/b&gt; &amp; &lt;b&gt;i not stupid too&lt;/b&gt;. lunched in between of course. home. relatives came over. 4 rounds of mahjong &amp; i won all 4! :D so we stopped playing. haa. played cards throughout the night. mm .. bridge, daidee, blackjack ah the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;310106&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;screw it&lt;/s&gt; chemistry test tomorrow. pffft. have yet to study! headed to my aunt's early this morning. im currently in serious need of sleep. back to school tomorrow =/ am off now. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113871370165014511?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113871370165014511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113871370165014511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/01/270106-attended-mass-with-famous-five.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113827197308952170</id><published>2006-01-26T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T02:43:47.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the &lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BSB CONCERT ROCKED!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (: &lt;br /&gt;had fun with charlotte &amp; bri. &lt;br /&gt;BUT, i fell. i know, i know. how stupid. ive got nice bruises &amp; cuts for chinese new year. ah plus those i got while playing floorball. haha a walking disaster.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had tests today! all &lt;u&gt;sucked&lt;/u&gt;. especially math. i spent much more time studying math than i did for econs. so what? crap. should have studied econs instead. i need a watch. i seriously need a watch. hmm when i decide to get one. or when i see a nice one, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;physical training tomorrow! just hope my leg doesnt fail on me. then chompchomp for dinner with the babes! &lt;br /&gt;ah well. i'd better get going now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113827197308952170?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113827197308952170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113827197308952170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/01/bsb-concert-rocked-had-fun-with.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113794412672900327</id><published>2006-01-22T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T07:38:49.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to town with my mum ystd. okay, just paragon and the building next to it. the singtel one? im going to get a new phone soon! and a new line too! but i dont know which phone to get. ah i'll see. got two items from projectshop. a black tube &amp; a sleeveless pink top. mum loved this armani xchange tshirt but i didnt think it was worth $69? oh well.&lt;br /&gt;attended mass with corny today. jap &amp; james came later. then all of us (including seish) lunched at &lt;i&gt;ah seah&lt;/i&gt;. i want the $2 note! anyway, they left &amp; we (seish &amp; myself) headed to town to shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a BIG thank you to YOU for today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love the metallic tube dress at diesel (paragon)!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt get it cos its too big. darn! it got really tiring after a while. there just wasnt a single thing i could buy. rested at coffeebean, the one in taka. then corny came. i just realised everytime we go out we'll end up slacking there. anyway, more shopping! saw charis &amp; krys at their workplace. tsk! haha. oh OH. i looked like i was feeling emo (according to corny). well the 3 of us had "high tea" at nydc. plain hilarious. i wont go into detail but if you wanna know, feel free to ask. i had fun. theyre a crazy bunch. all right! the next thing to look forward to's the BSB concert &amp; my annual date on the eve of cny :D bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113794412672900327?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113794412672900327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113794412672900327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/01/went-to-town-with-my-mum-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113774438855169692</id><published>2006-01-20T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:14:19.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;eh your font size shrunk from 2 to 1 is it?&lt;/i&gt; - Ms Fan.&lt;br /&gt;the height of my words are no taller than an average of 0.2mm. ah yes, i had them measured. so did everyone else in the row but their words are at least twice the height of mine. cant help it although i dont think my words are THAT tiny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe is &lt;u&gt;insane&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;ONE SET = one round (track), grandstand, 15 pushups. one round (track), grandstand, 15 crunches. one round (track), grandstand, 15 burpies (if thats how its spelt).&lt;br /&gt;we did &lt;i&gt;THREE SETS&lt;/i&gt;. in total thats 9 rounds round the track, 9 grandstands, 45 pushups, 45 crunches AND 45 burpies. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, its the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;okay so there's nothing to be excited about because once its over, the hectic week starts.&lt;br /&gt;chem spa, econs essay, econs mcq &amp; math p&amp;c cum integration tests. good grief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;but&lt;/u&gt; there're two things to look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;one. shopping with seish on sun. im &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; going to add new clothes to my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;two. backstreet boys concert on tue. right smack in the middle of the test week it is.&lt;br /&gt;and now, im off to find something to do. had better get the econs project started cos im not going to do anything during CNY! =/ see ya'll! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113774438855169692?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113774438855169692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113774438855169692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/01/eh-your-font-size-shrunk-from-2-to-1.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113731830723897636</id><published>2006-01-15T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:45:07.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>week three. hope all goes well. sigh. life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped this off ju's blog simply because i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, list down 3 people you talk to online, 4 people you see in school, 1 teacher, 3 people you love going out with and 3 people in your SMS inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Jade&lt;br /&gt;2.  Cornelius&lt;br /&gt;3.  Yimin&lt;br /&gt;4.  Seishen&lt;br /&gt;5.  Samuel&lt;br /&gt;6.  Ms Jacob&lt;br /&gt;7.  Wendy&lt;br /&gt;8.  Julia&lt;br /&gt;9.  ShiJie&lt;br /&gt;10. Jesmine&lt;br /&gt;11. HuiYing&lt;br /&gt;12. Lucas&lt;br /&gt;13. Brendan &lt;br /&gt;14. Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, what do you think of number 4?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we're best friends so obviously he's great (: someone i can talk to about anything and everything. someone whom i know will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How would you feel if number 4 slapped you on your face?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wouldnt. if he did, i probably said something really bad, i guess? but nah, that'll not happen. its just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How nice is number 6?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice? she was my form teacher. mm .. quite nice. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a scale of 1-10, rate how good looking number 5 is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this's a tough one. i dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you ever fall for number 11?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! shes female!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly, if number 8 met with an accident, what would you do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/ i hope it &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; happens. shes the one who makes us laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What sport would you play with number 12?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has fantastic soccer skills but that i cant play? badminton's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if number 1 got a boyfriend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she does! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you hate number 9?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. if i do, she wouldnt be on that list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much do you like number 2?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corny's plain retarded. but hes funny (: a clown! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will 13 and 7 make a good couple?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. definitely not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would 14 kill you one day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he never said so, but i think it might happen. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who do you like more? 3 or 10?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. darn. but im equally close to both! haha. cant answer this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113731830723897636?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113731830723897636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113731830723897636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-three.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113717245715584596</id><published>2006-01-14T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T09:14:17.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday the thirteenth passed! &lt;br /&gt;nothing went wrong, thank God. sj reminded me that last year i got hit many times by flying shuttlecocks and the previous year, the SBS bus i was on conveniently broke down, so on and so forth. in fact, i watched &lt;i&gt;derailed&lt;/i&gt; with shen. (: quite nice, i must say. so thats one movie down and many more to go. ohh wait. thats only after i had an expensive lunch with jon. but it was fun nonetheless. except that he burps like he's in a coffeeshop =/ &lt;br /&gt;all right. im still coughing away but other than that, everything's okay. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113717245715584596?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113717245715584596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113717245715584596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/01/friday-thirteenth-passed-nothing-went.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113636303633886874</id><published>2006-01-07T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T21:17:14.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy birthday neighbour! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lets start from where i last left this blog. attended this supposed formal dinner thing at the old sjc on the 30th but the two of us left halfway. got some stuff done &amp; because it was still early, we sat at macs to talk before he left to meet the usual to go to the lan shop. if i remember correctly, i stayed home on the 31st until dinner at my aunt's. had dinner at fisherman's village on the 1st. food was really yummy! seafood. ha ha. played with sparklers. been a while since i last did that. lunched at riverview hotel on the 2nd. &lt;br /&gt;lots and lots of photos but i havent had time to upload them onto a server though they're already on my comp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first week of school is officially over. other than the whole lot of homework, everything else is okay, i guess. nothing much actually. all right. until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113636303633886874?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/113636303633886874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=113636303633886874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113636303633886874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113636303633886874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-neighbour-okay-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-113582658018973381</id><published>2005-12-29T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:51:09.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im on day two of the journal. thirty eight more day and im done with it. no one really knows what im talking about, eh? nevermind. when ive finished writing i'll pass it back to you. am not going to keep it in my house so you can safe keep it for me. actually theres space for you to write, so there. and you know what. i just realised you topped up my ezlink card for me and i didnt return you cash! &lt;br /&gt;school's about to start and truth be told, im awfully scared. but in 11 months, i'll be officially free! oh, i dont know. i suppose the two hours of talking the day before did do me some good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. but i take ages to fall asleep and when i finally do, i wake up at unearthly hours. oh well. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113582658018973381?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113582658018973381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113582658018973381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-on-day-two-of-journal.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113557444543564075</id><published>2005-12-26T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T01:33:26.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas photos. click &lt;a href="http://christmasthisyear.shutterfly.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;don't rip anything off the album and put it in your own without telling me. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week was an awfully busy week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18th dec&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accompanied jade to &lt;i&gt;chapter two&lt;/i&gt; in Bugis to get her hair done. went to shaw towers to buy a couple of presents then she followed me to meet my parents. dad got me an iPod nano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19th dec&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlt mina xinyi &amp; jade came over. watched &lt;i&gt;save the last dance&lt;/i&gt;. did quite a bit of catching up. crap. school's about to start! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20th dec&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penitential service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21st dec&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towned with mel netto &amp; jon. then corny came. bought christmas presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22nd dec&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole group of us met at kovan. supposed to head to town together. haha but lucas &amp; i went with michelle samuel &amp; spencer. took neoprints. ahaha. shopped abit then lucas &amp; i met corny &amp; jap. so yes. shopped for christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23rd dec&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seish came over. wrapped presents. then corny came. haha slacked abit, was about to leave when it poured! called for a cab, picked jap &amp; we went to town. what for? shop - again. quite fun but damn tiring! after shopping 3 days in a row. goodness.  &lt;br /&gt;corny left for training. jap seish &amp; i went to Carls' Jr for dinner. i learnt some interesting stuff! deb &amp; ym came then we left for mel soh's siblings' ballet concert. jap &amp; seish went to play lan, i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24th dec&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to marche for lunch with jade yimin huiying mina &amp; melsoh. crazy! you had to spend a minimum of $15 before you could walk out. darn. what a hassle. i had to buy two drinks. haha. went to toapayoh to meet seish corny &amp; shiam. bought lucas's present then headed back to seish's place. shiam &amp; corny went to heartland. but no one was home! no keys either! sat outside. i fell asleep while waiting. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;corny cant wrap presents for nuts. ahaha. gary michelle &amp; lucas came over at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25th dec&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended midnight mass. it was so packed there was no space to sit! oh, nevermind. met corny &amp; jap then we went to seish's place to slack. made him open his presents. hah. shiam lucas irwin &amp; andy came abit later. some of them played ps2, the rest of us played monopoly. i won! :D haha. too bad its not real. okay, like obviously. was pouring like mad when i walked home. haha opened the rest of my presents. hmm. lunched then went to rene's place with lucas shiam andy &amp; irwin for a short while. went to seish's place with lucas. watched abit of &lt;i&gt;war of the worlds&lt;/i&gt;. lucas left. i watched the vcd yimin made! NICE! x) chatted. slacked. then i left for my aunt's place. ah, the rest of the night was boring. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy boxing day everyone! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113557444543564075?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113557444543564075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113557444543564075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113401033149727647</id><published>2005-12-08T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:52:11.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;so i lift my eyes to You, Lord. in your strength when i break through, Lord. touch me now, let Your love fall down on me. i know Your love dispels on my feet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* reflections.       lost within. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;i was on one of my usual chatting routines last night. except this time, after saying whatever i said, i was "speechless" (in a way since we type, not speak). there were so many things going through my mind. &lt;br /&gt;questions. questions without answers. scenes. things said in the past. the present.&lt;br /&gt;but im not complaining. someone once told me that all things happen for a reason. i know it's quite hard to actually believe in that when things dont seem to turn out right. but if you think about it hard enough, i guess it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose each of us has something we hold on to dearly. be it a memory or an item, perhaps? whatever it is, if it means that much, if it is that significant, dont let it go. i dont know about you but if i did, i'd be living a life of regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113401033149727647?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113401033149727647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113401033149727647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-i-lift-my-eyes-to-you-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113375552103797981</id><published>2005-12-04T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:53:41.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>photos &lt;a href="http://butterflykisses.shutterfly.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave a tag after youve viewed the photos, yep? &lt;br /&gt;confirmation mass yesterday. pretty cool. i loved the videos - courtesy of manfred. &lt;br /&gt;took a whole lot of photos. &lt;br /&gt;went for dinner with seishen, shiam, their parents, Godparents etc. food was good! was fun too. talked alot of nonsense. ha ha. shiam left for bren's place &amp; shen, louis, deb (seish's cousin) &amp; i went to coffeebean to slack. walked to bren's place, said hi and my parents came to pick us up. haha. we literally said hello and left. tsk. &lt;br /&gt;whats up this week? nothing much, actually. gonna tutor kids later, dance tomorrow .. rest of the week unplanned. oh well. we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113375552103797981?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/113375552103797981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=113375552103797981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113375552103797981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113375552103797981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/12/photos-here-leave-tag-after-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-113362453515858903</id><published>2005-12-04T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T17:35:56.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ml = melissa&lt;br /&gt;lc = lucas&lt;br /&gt;ss = seishen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. i finally got down to blogging. i know so much happened the past few days, so many things to blog about but now, i cant remember what i wanted to say. haha how typical of me. confirmation camp was fun. ml was my sleeping buddy for the 3 nights. lc came to chat with us on the 1st night. the minute Father B came in, he jumped down (some facils slept on tables) &amp; crawled back to his sleeping area. its so funny. but hes damn fast! haa. clement bought supper! ml &amp; i joined the sleepyheads who woke up to eat. lc had to sleep cos he was SUPPOSED to be asleep hours ago. haha by the time we slept it was almost time to wake up (what the hell).&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i was being a mean person. i took fiona's phone &amp; told her that if she was gonna fall asleep again she wouldnt get it back till camp ends. mean, yes BUT it definitely kept her awake! hmm. cant remember everything that happened exactly but it was good nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday. went out with ss, lc and ml. bought confirmation gifts. watched aeon flux. during which, ss hit lc's head! hah. thats for being evil the day before. bought a couple more stuff and we headed back. today. overslept! darn. went for novena. bought stuff from the bookshop. yada yada. confirmation mass tomorrow. see ya'll. pictures will be up when i decide to snap out of my laziness. hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113362453515858903?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/113362453515858903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=113362453515858903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113362453515858903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113362453515858903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/12/ml-melissa-lc-lucas-ss-seishen-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-113310537259845164</id><published>2005-11-27T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T07:29:32.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am off to camp (: &lt;br /&gt;will be back on thursday. &lt;br /&gt;dont miss me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113310537259845164?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113310537259845164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113310537259845164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/11/am-off-to-camp-will-be-back-on.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113254034459625944</id><published>2005-11-21T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:56:17.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive been thinking about the skirt. the denim skirt. should i get it? its $50! but i think its nice. is it worth that much? should i get it? ugh. this is irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last monday i cleanly forgot that i had to tutor the kids at the queenstown carecorner centre. so heres the big reminder to myself that i have to tutor them later today. &lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been a rollercoaster ride. it got to the stage where i didnt feel like saying anything because i didnt see a point? but i guess ive learnt something from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with deb on friday. espirit's having a sale! i didnt get anything though, she did. then we headed to the zara at wheelocks and we bought a top each. shen came and we had tea at coffee bean - my dinner, actually. was fun catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jade, huiying &amp; mina in town on saturday. yep, shopping again. oh, hy &amp; i checked out the condom shop. some stuff there, majorly hilarious. we made our way to &lt;i&gt;balcony&lt;/i&gt; at heerens (i think its new) and ordered a couple of drinks. their lychee martini was great! (: but the bloody mary tasted like tomato juice. what the. anyway, we spent a couple of hours there just chit-chatting. headed to some hotel for dinner with my parents, grandmother &amp; a priest. guess what? free flow of white wine. my face was probably all red by the time i was done. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. mass, home. went to heartland with shen to get some stuff. mel came over. spent the rest of the day sitting in front of the television. watched &lt;i&gt;ice princess&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;herbie&lt;/i&gt;. nice. am off now. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113254034459625944?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/113254034459625944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=113254034459625944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113254034459625944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113254034459625944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-thinking-about-skirt.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-113223202442777016</id><published>2005-11-17T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T04:53:44.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what i bought the past few days : &lt;br /&gt;1) black tshirt (roxy)&lt;br /&gt;2) bluish grey water bottle (ripcurl)&lt;br /&gt;3) black spag top (adidas)&lt;br /&gt;4) black off-shoulder top (zara)&lt;br /&gt;5) black slippers (bilabong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the past twenty minutes typing the first paragraph of this entry. rather, trying to figure out how i should start this entry. should i start with what ive been thinking? or what ive been doing the past few days? for the first time after a long long while, i dont know what to say. ive been thinking alot, thats for sure. too much, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; might add. i cant help it. i dont even know why im thinking so much. whatever happened definitely changed the way i look at things and the people involved. for the better or the worse? thats for you to decide. one thing i know, it caught me off guard. no, not bearing any grudges or sort. so many questions, so few answers.&lt;br /&gt;but im thankful for you. yes, you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats been up? nothing much, really. played pool after oral presentation with evans &amp; gabriel. met wuyuan &amp; dennis at the arcade then we went to eat. &lt;br /&gt;dennis's theory : kopi &amp; teh-o mix = one way ticket to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;went to sentosa with the lot. &lt;br /&gt;watched harry potter. met pam wantock val &amp; jan there. headed to a friend's place thereafter. the next time im there, i'll play darts! (: thanks for hearing me out.&lt;br /&gt;shopped. saw karen working at ben &amp; jerrys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jade huiying yimin jesmine melissa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;YOURE BEING MISSED!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113223202442777016?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/113223202442777016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=113223202442777016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113223202442777016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113223202442777016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-i-bought-past-few-days-1-black.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-113180990337891224</id><published>2005-11-12T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T07:40:07.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. i puked a while ago. the weird thing is, it actually felt pretty good. totally psycho, dont you think? i feel so much better now. &lt;br /&gt;went shopping with seish earlier. didnt really shop for long though. but i managed to get an adidas top anyway ((: we think its really nice. watched &lt;i&gt;just like heaven&lt;/i&gt; and really i was freezing my ass off. i dont really think it was THAT cold but i kept shivering. what a nut. the hot choc did do me some good although it did cross my mind that i probably looked like i had spasms with the cup shaking. anyway, &lt;b&gt;thanks&lt;/b&gt;. you know what for.&lt;br /&gt;lets rewind.&lt;br /&gt;i became a couch potato on thursday. literally sat in front of the television for about 13 hours and another 4 to 6 hours, eyes glued to the laptop i borrowed. believe it or not, i didnt use the net the entire day. all thanks to the dvds i rented. okay, so it was in volumes and i finished 3 volumes. i dont really think i'll do it again =/ &lt;br /&gt;bought a roxy top (really cheap! cos it was for kids =/) &amp; a ripcurl water bottle yesterday when i went shopping with wend. managed to photocopy quite a number of scores from the esplanade library. tsk. club dance was fun ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats what ive been up to. i want to watch exorcism of emily rose. but i think i'll just freak out. OH WELL. should go watch it soon, i guess. shucks. have yet to christmas-presents-shop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113180990337891224?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113180990337891224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113180990337891224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/11/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113154675644001280</id><published>2005-11-09T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T06:32:36.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played badminton with shiam brendan andy martin &amp; gary. &lt;br /&gt;shiam &amp; i beat gary &amp; martin!&lt;br /&gt;thats worth mentioning cos gary's &lt;i&gt;relatively&lt;/i&gt; good at it. &lt;br /&gt;gary went home. we lunched. gave half my lunch to shiam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;the sight of food disgusts me. i think im emotionally drained. i should really stop thinking or wondering, whichever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiam came over. the rest played soccer. then rene came. the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;met irwin &amp; andy, then we went to play pool. gary came an hour later! so anyway, whats new? haha. dont think he lost to anyone. uh huh. &lt;br /&gt;rene &amp; i left for dance. feroze's coaching us on friday for club dance! i think hes damn funky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i miss talking to you on the phone. i miss having endless conversations at night. i miss the past. i miss ... you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113154675644001280?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/113154675644001280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=113154675644001280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113154675644001280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113154675644001280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/11/played-badminton-with-shiam-brendan.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-113145508290380273</id><published>2005-11-08T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:58:48.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my holidays have been pretty satisfying, other than "project work". met wendy &amp; hector at J8. what for? the words/phrase which i hope disappears from the dictionary - &lt;i&gt;project work&lt;/i&gt;. a living disaster. ohh. i nearly forgot. i saw pekgeok in popular when i was roaming around, waiting for them to come. haha. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, met shiam thereafter &amp; we went shopping, for some ... stuff in particular but not before looking at other things. haha. well we finally got to what we wanted to buy but we didnt think that it/they was/were suitable. so shiam bought them for himself! haha. how does that work? i dont know. well, i think things are getting way too expensive. food, to be exact. oh, nevermind. met yingying &amp; jiaying at the food court. mm.. bought movie tickets. rene came. shopped abit. watched the movie. (movie was pretty interesting, i might add) bumped into bliss (: (man, its been quite a while) they left. saw cassandra! come to think of it, i met quite a few people today. oh well. playing badminton tomorrow with shiam &amp; martin, i think? then theres dance at night. okay, ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;does anyone want to go shopping?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i need to save for christmas presents. hmm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113145508290380273?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113145508290380273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113145508290380273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-holidays-have-been-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113136092812519177</id><published>2005-11-07T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T03:26:06.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;catechism class in the morning. totally pissed me off, i tell you. this girl in my group claimed that she was going to the toilet but she took half an hour. when she came back, she smelt of smoke and she put her lighter below her wallet. right. what do you take me for. and she probably came for less than half of a year's lessons. i cant believe theyre letting you get confirmed. oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;went to seish's place. watched louis &amp; shiam play ps2 (i bet lucas was stoning) but i was bored so i went to use the net. met brendan then we left for the national stadium to watch the singapore cup finals. &lt;br /&gt;home united vs woodlands. 3 - 2! (: we were sitting at the home united side (but seish was supporting woodlands?) so there. some of them joined us later.&lt;br /&gt;shiam seishen louis lucas brendan andy alethea rene irwin and i.&lt;br /&gt;irwin is super ticklish! -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ive learnt three new words : &lt;b&gt;take queue wait&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shiam &amp; lucas at 10-ish. headed to macs for breakfast then to the hougang polyclinic. &lt;u&gt;queued&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;u&gt;take&lt;/u&gt; the number. had to &lt;u&gt;wait&lt;/u&gt; for quite some time so we went to a nearby shop to have a drink before walking back. &lt;u&gt;waited&lt;/u&gt; again then we were told to go to the 2nd floor. &lt;u&gt;waited&lt;/u&gt; for his no. to appear on the screen thing. walked back down to the x-ray room. shiam and i &lt;u&gt;waited&lt;/u&gt; and lucas went to get his x-ray done. 3 of us walked to hougang mall for lunch, cos we could only see the doctor at 2 =/ went in with lucas with the x-ray films and the doctor thought i was his sister or something? haha. he told me to take him to KK, A&amp;E dept etc. right. so next stop? KK. same thing, &lt;u&gt;took&lt;/u&gt; the number, &lt;u&gt;queued&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;waited&lt;/u&gt;. like a never ending process. haha. left at 6 though. had to bring my grandmother to heartland mall at 5!&lt;br /&gt;the cab fare was a whooping &lt;b&gt;$11.50&lt;/b&gt;! -faints and dies- i saw the meter rising so quickly, i told the cab driver to let me alight at caltex and i walked home thereafter. MY GOODNESS! thats slightly more than one fifth my weekly allowance. &lt;br /&gt;grandmother : "okay, lets go soon."&lt;br /&gt;me : "all right. i'll be in my room. when you want to go, let me know."&lt;br /&gt;-waits for a whole hour-&lt;br /&gt;me : "so are we going?"&lt;br /&gt;grandmother : "no. it looks like it's going to rain."&lt;br /&gt;what the ...&lt;br /&gt;and which idiot gets sunburnt by walking on pavements just to get from one place to another?! i think its just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ... nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113136092812519177?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113136092812519177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113136092812519177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113094387591007060</id><published>2005-11-02T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T07:04:35.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rushed home from school to get my stuff then met david shiam alethea andy &amp; daryl at macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;honestly i didnt think it was that funny. but im cool with it now. apology accepted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played pool ... again. went to plaza sing then to bugis street to shop. but andy didnt follow us to bugis cos he was tired. pathetic, i didnt buy a thing. arcade! (: outrun. hah. first, shiam. second, me. last, DAVID. haha! and whos the one who can drive? -shakes head-&lt;br /&gt;left for dance. tried out mtv dance today. fun! but damn tiring. the coach absolutely LOVES crunches. eeps :| to think she coached both classes we attended! &lt;br /&gt;evans' staying over today. three cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113094387591007060?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113094387591007060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113094387591007060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/11/rushed-home-from-school-to-get-my.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113085152068532601</id><published>2005-11-01T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T05:25:20.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish i never existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113085152068532601?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/113085152068532601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=113085152068532601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113085152068532601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113085152068532601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wish-i-never-existed.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-113076912354267698</id><published>2005-10-31T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T06:32:03.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese ao levels? i dont know what to say. definitely wasnt easy, that's for sure. but a big thank you to those who remembered .. shiam, wilmer, alvin, david etc.&lt;br /&gt;since i thought i was meeting the group of fellas at 1230, i had my mum pick me up at 11 (but it ended near 1130) unfortunately, she was in a huge rush to send my uncle to the hospital. therefore? i alighted way before my estate and walked/jogged home. oh heavens, a &lt;i&gt;kind&lt;/i&gt; soul by the name of &lt;u&gt;lucas&lt;/u&gt; decided that he couldnt come. &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;why in the world did i call the rest then?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; met martin, alethea &amp; andy and we went to play pool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;martin/sylvia&lt;/font&gt; won &lt;font size="3"&gt;alethea/andy&lt;/font&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;i beat andy! but thats only cos i played with him ONCE and i was lucky. haha. then they left for bugis &amp; we headed home, not before bumping into david. martin and i, that is. dear david didnt (hey, thats alliteration) know how to walk home, apparently. so i did him a big favour. there there, now heres the attention you wanted. all right, just kidding. aaanyway, i FINALLY managed to get home. hah. &lt;br /&gt;supposed to meet the fellas but as always, i was early. called lucas down to chitchat. met leslie too. tsk. his hair's so long it looks weird. okay, not weird. just really ah beng-ish. &lt;br /&gt;but of course, the most important part of the night - MAHJONG! haha. martin, irwin &amp; i sat at the void deck for quite a while (all thanks to slow andy) before heading to alethea's place. (martin cycled home?) oh oh. i forgot to add. irwin spotted this HUGE rat near the carpark. totally disgusting. well, thats about it. how detailed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113076912354267698?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/113076912354267698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=113076912354267698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113076912354267698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113076912354267698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/10/chinese-ao-levels-i-dont-know-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-113064703378717923</id><published>2005-10-30T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T04:03:36.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt;i dreamt of you ... &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;its been a few days and i can remember exactly what happened in all the dreams. is there something wrong with me? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvie, i &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt; cant tag your board. i dont know why? its so weird. but thanks for the luck. all the best to you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to some park with shiam after church. there's some construction work going on and this particular section's gone? fine, so it's just a park. but still? ah sheesh. i dont know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;why does it seem like we're drifting&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;why does it feel like you dont care&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): &lt;b&gt;silence is a virtue&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113064703378717923?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113064703378717923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113064703378717923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dreamt-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10618933.post-113055101202193023</id><published>2005-10-29T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T04:04:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;why do i keep dreaming of you? its freaky.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been trying out various dance classes with evans. not sure which one we're gonna stick with. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was officially the last day of school. stupid rom bit me on my arm. how gross! but i got my revenge. haha. &lt;br /&gt;16 of us went to town - mini class outing, i guess? &lt;br /&gt;rene brian kim joshua jiying ruizhen jeremy romulus jeremy hector franklin queen victor kaishing benkhong trevor and myself. 16 cos trevor's not from our class. haa. anyhow, wanted to go to seoul garden so we went to taka but it was under renovation! so we decided on going to sakae at wheelocks but buffet only started at 3. they couldnt make up their mind? rom and i walked all the way to the nike shop &amp; back. revenge! i bit his finger. hah. well, we finally settled for fish &amp; co. quite abit happened. spontaneous waiter helped us trick benkhong. &lt;br /&gt;left to play badminton with gabriel. thats about it, i think.&lt;br /&gt;im a &lt;b&gt;BEE&lt;/b&gt; &amp; mina's a &lt;b&gt;CEO&lt;/b&gt;! (go figure)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113055101202193023?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/113055101202193023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=113055101202193023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113055101202193023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113055101202193023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-do-i-keep-dreaming-of-you-its.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10618933.post-113023481364650151</id><published>2005-10-25T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T04:30:45.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;the morning went totally WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;afternoon. two CJ girls walking along kaki bukit isnt my idea of fun. all because of projectwork - again. managed to snap a couple of photos despite the construction workers staring right at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bus number 25 does not bring me home&lt;/b&gt;! trust me to think that it did. right. so i took the stupid bus outside kaki bukit and landed at some stupid area. even before i reached the nearest bus stop (which i thought had a bus to send me home), i got bloody wet. it poured all of a sudden! what in the living world. oh but i met dominic &amp; nigel just when it started to rain. hah.&lt;br /&gt;i hate pw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10618933-113023481364650151?l=nothing-hurts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/feeds/113023481364650151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10618933&amp;postID=113023481364650151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113023481364650151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10618933/posts/default/113023481364650151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothing-hurts.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-horrible-day.html' title=''/><author><name>syL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278637860896786345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
