<?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-6816506993760238712</id><updated>2012-01-08T07:34:16.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iloveyou</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-8167580304539226924</id><published>2011-05-19T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T18:53:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall start blogging of all the special events that happen during the holidays. Partly because this will be the last time I am so free, and also because beautiful memories are worth to leave a mark in the digital footprint.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19052011- I went for cable skiing with Jessie and Myren in ECP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRXBQ2xQ0yw/TdU7oVeCzHI/AAAAAAAAC18/iCberycxhlE/s1600/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRXBQ2xQ0yw/TdU7oVeCzHI/AAAAAAAAC18/iCberycxhlE/s320/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608454475103784050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRXBQ2xQ0yw/TdU7oVeCzHI/AAAAAAAAC18/iCberycxhlE/s1600/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girl ah, why you sit until so chor-loh ah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRmqPPvUX6U/TdU7vBrP1aI/AAAAAAAAC2E/FJw9QuKbFYc/s320/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608454590049539490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, good girl, Jessie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRXBQ2xQ0yw/TdU7oVeCzHI/AAAAAAAAC18/iCberycxhlE/s1600/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJb6BAS82v4/TdU7oNA3AwI/AAAAAAAAC10/prXSVflCWP0/s1600/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJb6BAS82v4/TdU7oNA3AwI/AAAAAAAAC10/prXSVflCWP0/s320/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608454472833893122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJK9TH0moIs/TdU7oDIgAOI/AAAAAAAAC1s/edbGzkrVJ0g/s1600/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJK9TH0moIs/TdU7oDIgAOI/AAAAAAAAC1s/edbGzkrVJ0g/s320/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608454470181585122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hRmlN6AjXmQ/TdVFZz2edfI/AAAAAAAAC2M/2A7xL9rMvYE/s320/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608465220677563890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I go :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSeC6rTTrsk/TdU7nxinTTI/AAAAAAAAC1k/5di5W10iRx8/s1600/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSeC6rTTrsk/TdU7nxinTTI/AAAAAAAAC1k/5di5W10iRx8/s320/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608454465459277106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCyNPx6Y9WY/TdU7nsXHZQI/AAAAAAAAC1c/WqvHKAvgpkI/s1600/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCyNPx6Y9WY/TdU7nsXHZQI/AAAAAAAAC1c/WqvHKAvgpkI/s320/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608454464068871426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I was doing kneeboarding, cause apparently I can't wakeboard anymore. Maybe it was just beginner's luck for me that time when I successfully stood up at my first try when I went wakeboarding with the school. After some analysis, I think that it's probably due to 1 reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must have been too unfit to even harbor enough strength to stabilize myself on the board when being pulled by the cable. This is, to my disgust, evident in the pictures whereby every part of my muscular tissue had degenerated into revolting flabs. Time to tell myself to go on a diet and to go work out more often :( :( (I shall aim to lose 1-2kg when I go overseas next week!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life goes on as I give tuition, attend driving lessons on a regular basis and reading up on economics to prepare myself for the new school term, which will commence in Mid Aug. And of course, work aside, I had also allocated some time to meet up with great friends for suppers, gatherings and etc. Besides that, being a somewhat hedonistic person, I rewarded myself with the my own earnings by getting a Miu Miu wallet, LV pouch (Which I sold away), Chanel earrings and lastly, my very first vintage Chanel classic flap!! That's a bag that every girl would dream about and should have. For many, it can be viewed as making an investment, albeit one with high returns rate, since Chanel bag prices have been increasing inexorably each year. Oh well, but it's ok I still have $Xk plus in my bank (I started out with $500). More than half way to go to my first $10k. I'm quite baffled too, as to why do I still have so much savings when my monthly expenditure has never hit below $1000. It feels good this way. I must really thank him for teaching me how to save up. Now, it's time for me to learn how to cut down on my expenditure heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I've got into the course that I want, in all three unis. The question is, which one? NTU is just too far and out of the way for me from both my current house and my new house (which will be situated at Telok Blangah, directly opposite Keppel Bay, my Dad refuses to get the seaview side cause of the sun direction. Now I hope that our unit can still see a bit of the magnificent view of the sea). NUS FASS is kinda rumored to be the dumping ground. I did some research and went to alot of online forums discussing about the same trilemna that I am having (or had, for that matter). What I gathered after reading through posts by different people, be it new matriculants like me, current students and also alumni of the respective unis was that it is relatively easier to get into NUS FASS than SMU (since NTU had been eliminated because of its location) and the students there are generally un-motivated. Further more, I think SMU suits me more in terms of teaching style; campus orientation (sch of econs is just right at the door of Bras Besah circle line, and my new house is situated at Talok Blangah which is under circle line too) and the second majors /degrees that I can choose to take in year 2 if I did well in year 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'll be going to do Economics in SMU this August onwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Just to clarify, all the designer goods in the aforementioned post are absolutely authentic. There's seriously no reason for me to buy a fake one when I can totally afford the real one with my very own money. When I want to get something, I will use my ability to earn the liquidity to get it, and not ask anyone else to buy it for me, especially when I'm alrdy eighteen this year, turning nineteen. Of course, I could have chosen the easy way out and make some guy to get those for me, which I would never ever resort to do that, because they (the stuff) will disgust the hell out of me, let alone to use them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.S. You may think that I'm materialistic and everything. But really, quality leather bags and wallets are highly appealing and addictive to me, and it will just stop there. (I don't own any iPhone, branded watches or heels or whatnots)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8167580304539226924?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8167580304539226924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8167580304539226924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8167580304539226924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8167580304539226924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-shall-start-blogging-of-all-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eRXBQ2xQ0yw/TdU7oVeCzHI/AAAAAAAAC18/iCberycxhlE/s72-c/Cable%2BSkiing%2B19052011-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-7648605894959403232</id><published>2011-05-11T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:46:29.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZxDjwV2Zuc/TcuAcX7mSqI/AAAAAAAAC1M/FXSqAon_jww/s1600/SAM_1290.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZxDjwV2Zuc/TcuAcX7mSqI/AAAAAAAAC1M/FXSqAon_jww/s320/SAM_1290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605715386141395618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t6P23qpJH3M/TcuAbuQU80I/AAAAAAAAC08/FKFILunhOsQ/s1600/SAM_1286.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t6P23qpJH3M/TcuAbuQU80I/AAAAAAAAC08/FKFILunhOsQ/s320/SAM_1286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605715374954050370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vx-1CuMwJYQ/TcuAbVzG33I/AAAAAAAAC00/qVacIrr_Hfs/s1600/SAM_1285.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vx-1CuMwJYQ/TcuAbVzG33I/AAAAAAAAC00/qVacIrr_Hfs/s320/SAM_1285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605715368389042034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9pij_iTWQc/TcuAbN5NICI/AAAAAAAAC0s/HL6lXHjgqzc/s1600/SAM_1284.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9pij_iTWQc/TcuAbN5NICI/AAAAAAAAC0s/HL6lXHjgqzc/s320/SAM_1284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605715366267133986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new Chanel loot ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-7648605894959403232?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/7648605894959403232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=7648605894959403232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7648605894959403232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7648605894959403232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-new-chanel-loot.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rZxDjwV2Zuc/TcuAcX7mSqI/AAAAAAAAC1M/FXSqAon_jww/s72-c/SAM_1290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-4866325134445092702</id><published>2011-05-06T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T08:04:49.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:14.1667px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ok, I know I have been rather guilty of abandoning my blog for ages now. But it's alright, coz I'm here to the rescueeeeee~ :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Haha, don't mind me. Alright, pictures speak a thousand words. I shall upload some pictures taken by my phone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4N0tkqGioc/TcQG2VZ0k0I/AAAAAAAAC0k/ADX-tPRr8HM/s1600/IMAG0075.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4N0tkqGioc/TcQG2VZ0k0I/AAAAAAAAC0k/ADX-tPRr8HM/s320/IMAG0075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603611366883889986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken on my first day of work (and my second last day lol) at House of Anli! :) Basically we design, manufacture and sell these handmade straw bags to department stores like Isetan to Takashimaya. They are beautiful, ain't they? I had so much (paid) fun browsing through the store room which was full of such cute little things. There were a few with Snoopy designs too LOL. Heard that it was custom made for some customers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4N0tkqGioc/TcQG2VZ0k0I/AAAAAAAAC0k/ADX-tPRr8HM/s1600/IMAG0075.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRuuAueDK84/TcQG193o5wI/AAAAAAAAC0c/Tl_4mfENf6Y/s1600/IMAG0031.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRuuAueDK84/TcQG193o5wI/AAAAAAAAC0c/Tl_4mfENf6Y/s320/IMAG0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603611360566503170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDq8A4lc_eo/TcQG1pJluKI/AAAAAAAAC0U/vJTVxCHrAC8/s1600/IMAG0071.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDq8A4lc_eo/TcQG1pJluKI/AAAAAAAAC0U/vJTVxCHrAC8/s320/IMAG0071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603611355004647586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok all these photos are quite cui coz they were taken during our supper outings and the lightings werent exactly very bright and my phone camera wasn't exactly sophisticated either. These are just 2 out of the many outings that we had. Haha. The first one was this chinese cuisine place at Geylang. I can't rmb the name of the shop lol. The second one was at the dessert place at Serangoon Gardens, opposite Chomps. Lol, and I can't rmb the name too. The second photo just totally reminded me of smth very epic that happened afterwards. Al and I were at Ke's friend's place downstairs waiting for them when I asked Al, "eh, so your car doesn't have a boot ah?" I mean, it wasn't like it's my first time watching how the top of his car (I don't know the technical term for this, if you do, please enlighten me 10q) get folded and stacked behind in the boot area. So I thought, maybe there would not be any space for a car boot. Al let out a hysterical laugh and actually walked to where he parked the car, and opened up the boot to show me that there was actually one, and that there was a little shelf to hold the convertible when we pressed the button. And that night also marked the epic night of us being entertained by 2 stacks of cards, one 1.5L iced lemon tea and a packet of nachos right up till 5 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDq8A4lc_eo/TcQG1pJluKI/AAAAAAAAC0U/vJTVxCHrAC8/s1600/IMAG0071.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O6WECkseMOo/TcQG1XndEaI/AAAAAAAAC0M/E4Sx5GZMFnM/s1600/IMAG0060.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O6WECkseMOo/TcQG1XndEaI/AAAAAAAAC0M/E4Sx5GZMFnM/s320/IMAG0060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603611350298071458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Brown Cafe! And I cooked this myself there. Hahahaha. Snoopyy's Chocolate. Coupled with Choc Chip Italian Gelato. Yummmmmm yum. Learnt alot about cooking and dealing with work envt while I was there. Had a great deal of fun and made alot of nice friends there. I couldn't ask for more, being paid while learning how to cook, and able to eat anytime anything while enjoying the lovely company of my fellow colleagues. Ah, good things never last, so that's why we have so many hard rules now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-myToi-BjArA/TcQG1CBQuYI/AAAAAAAAC0E/FK8KzwFIASg/s320/IMAG0024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603611344500734338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, this was my table in the North Vista Teacher's staff room. Was marking the chem workbooks of my students hahaha. I literally used them as pillow to rest. It was really an unforgettable first hand experience I must say. In retrospect, it's kinda weird coz I had barely graduated for 2 months and had to switch from being a student to being a teacher instead. It's like a 180degrees swing within such a short span of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, 2011 has offered me nothing short of awesome friends and a deluge of intriguing events. The later half is gonna be even better, I can feel it^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. Sorry for being so incoherent and un-intellectual here, I haven't actually composed any essay or the likes since 5 months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-myToi-BjArA/TcQG1CBQuYI/AAAAAAAAC0E/FK8KzwFIASg/s1600/IMAG0024.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-4866325134445092702?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/4866325134445092702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=4866325134445092702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/4866325134445092702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/4866325134445092702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2011/05/ok-i-know-i-have-been-rather-guilty-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u4N0tkqGioc/TcQG2VZ0k0I/AAAAAAAAC0k/ADX-tPRr8HM/s72-c/IMAG0075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-8133441002470791094</id><published>2010-11-23T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:33:09.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels awesome, the pseudo freedom that I'm experiencing now. We're just left with one more MCQ paper before the authentic liberation. Of course, freedom comes with a price tag. Nothing is free in the world anyway, not even a free lunch. Opportunity costs will always be incurred no matter what. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's the time to start on my UC application and update the Common App and everything. Prepare for my internship and scholarship interview in the week after A's. Shop for birthday gifts for the Dec babies. Start looking for students to give tuition to. Borrow an Econs text and read it during the hols, yes, I want to take Econs/Accounting in college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all these years imbuing in a scientific environment, it's turning me into a myopic creature with no intellectual or acute foresight. To me, being able to memorize the notes will suffice as I will do well for exams based on that alone. I didn't bother to read up on current and world affairs. Well, science students are mathematically smarter than perhaps, most Arts students. But I think an Economist is a perfect amalgamate of the wisdom of math and the Arts, as an Economist has to be good in both math and econs. Besides, the career or an economist is more pertinent to our dynamic world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hope that I'll have the strength and ability to pursue what I want now. And get what I deserve. I'm sorry, really sorry. You must hate me to the core right now. But you must understand that it wasn't really an easy thing for me to do too. It felt like cutting open my heart with my bare hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8133441002470791094?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8133441002470791094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8133441002470791094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8133441002470791094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8133441002470791094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-feels-awesome-pseudo-freedom-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-3031854935956206362</id><published>2010-10-12T17:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:54:25.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, both Econs and GP got moderated in the end, so now I can finally embrace HC diploma with merit with all of my heart, body and soul. Quite happy with my grades this time round, the best so far, I think. With 1 80 percentile, and 1 above 70 percentile. And strangely, these 2 which are my best subjects in terms of achievements happen to be the contrasting subjects, the arts. However, happy doesn't mean I'm contented nor I'm duly satisfied. There are still much more to improve on, especially on my carelessness and some compre skills as well as case study skills. I guess this sentiment of dissent is what drives me to constantly work harder for the tests and improve a great deal from the last.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyw, I'm feeling all stressed up again, by all the com app process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh crap, helppppp, can some kind soul please tell me does it really matter if I don't waive my right on naviance? T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, it's worth all this hassle if I can get into UCLA or UC Berkeley. *fingers crossed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To do list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sign up for SAT 2 (check);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inform Ct and Mrs Sim that I'm trying to apply to Brown/Dartmouth/UCLA;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hand in IP cert and ethical undertaking;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complete registration for MOE teaching internship;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do up my personal statement and start planning for essay (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. have you ever wanted something so badly that you would do anything or give up anything for it? This is what I feels like towards UCLA or UCB. Determination and hard work are essential. But sometimes I just lack that crucial stroke of luck to supplement  me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-3031854935956206362?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/3031854935956206362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=3031854935956206362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/3031854935956206362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/3031854935956206362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/10/yay-both-econs-and-gp-got-moderated-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-280221196803003403</id><published>2010-10-02T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:18:58.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the day that I'll change to my mom's surname, Chow. (I think Chow Han sounds better)&lt;div&gt;Guys are just the least trustworthy subjects ever and marriage is now a preposterous ideal to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep in mind, never ever depend on guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently things to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Register for the Teaching internship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Register for driving and book a private instructor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Study for the upcoming SAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Pray hard for the rest of my subjects and that I'll get the hc diploma with merit, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-280221196803003403?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/280221196803003403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=280221196803003403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/280221196803003403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/280221196803003403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/10/todays-day-that-ill-change-to-my-moms.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-1742690487644227698</id><published>2010-09-25T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T19:36:25.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prelims are officially over, yay. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It does not, however, much contrary to popular belief, allow me to unload the burden off my heart and mind to go all out to have fun. I didn't stay out late for any of the nights this weekend. Instead, I stay home and keep the new book that I unearthed in CLL company, savoring fully, the splendor of a good book with good, profound, even, English. Upon reading through the first few pages, I found the book deeply captivating and was immediately drawn to it. I was so engrossed in reading to the extent that I missed my stop at Serangoon, on the way home from sch. Sometimes, all it takes is just a simple entity, like a good book in this case, to satisfy me with its pleasures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we grow up, it becomes more and more expensive to make us feel happy. When I was younger, happiness means a KFC meal or going down to the playground to play. Now, as an adolescent, I crave for things that are higher in monetary value with the disillusion that I'll be content the moment I've gotten my hands on them. I think most of us will be carried away with our materialistic obsession and continue to be disillusionised. The truth is, we humans, are intrinsically greedy creatures such that we will never be satisfied, once we lay our hands on the things that we wished for, we'll soon be yearning for another, and the whole vicious cycle continues. Of course, this mindset when applied to academics is greatly beneficial to students like us, but then again, it's a totally different issue as I'm talking about material wants here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ad-mist the rise of consumerism, I refuse to subscribe to a overly hedonistic lifestyle, the more I am exposed to such cultures and the more the traditional principles are slowly eroding away, the more fervently I will hold onto the primitive and somewhat, conservative values. It's not goona be easy, I know that. It's never easy to go against the ferocious currents in the sea. I might get lost, sometimes, and even concede to the devils, but I will keep reminding myself not to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why, I'm contented with my book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-1742690487644227698?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/1742690487644227698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=1742690487644227698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1742690487644227698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1742690487644227698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/09/prelims-are-officially-over-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-1992906961772782341</id><published>2010-09-06T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T05:07:12.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up, after having to repeatedly pick up my bolster and pillow from the floor (Only God knows how I kicked them off my bed, it's quite a common practice and cause of that, I sleep with 2 blackets, 2 pillows and 1 bolster. Fuck yeah.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be partially due to the heat that I was feeling as I slept in my Barbie pajamas (Long sleeves + Long Pants + Rather high collar (does it count??))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay awake on my bed, I listened out for the slightest noise that will provide me with clues as to what time was it. The "vbroom vbroom"s from loud moterbikes, the sound of bus exhausts, and at this point, I thought to myself. Oh shucks, did I overslept to the next morning, again?!&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I instinctively reached out for my phone beside my bed and checked the time to reaffirm my earlier suspision. Turns out, that it was only 7.30pm and I managed to wake up just before dinner time is over, HOORAY!! THREE CHEERS AND THREE CHEERS FOR YANGHAN! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, I literally sprang out of my bed with such unparalleled speed, ever, and walked, or shld I said, stumbled towards the kitchen. I made my way through the living room, noticed the new addtional pot of plant that my Mom probably bought and placeds it beside the TV cabinet, and feeling eager to start on my dinner at home. Since or is it before Prelims, I rarely have the opportunity or the fortune to dine at home, as breakfast wasn't ready before I head out, and dinner was kept by the time I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blissfully, I sat down in front of the dining table, and began to scoop all the Enoku mushroom that is available in the dish. A sense of sheer satisfation overwhelmed me as I sank my molars onto these tender, juicy and chewy(is there such a word, or did I just make it up?) mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd, it felt so good, just so good. I missed those mushrooms. I have been dreaming to eat those for DAYS OR EVEN WEEKS. My Mom finally relented to my Enoku mushroom fetish after my consistent naggings or even pleadings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er, auntie (I called my maid that, not because she's old, but merely ouit of respect for her), can you put more mushrooms inside?" I said it out loud, while feeling slightly annoyd for saying the same sentence for the 4th time for the record. "Next time, just put the whole packet in alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, my Mom interrupted me and saud, "Oh, she cooked alot of that but I finished some."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I am not trying to complain! I'm satisfied for eating my Enoku mushrooms finally. Maybe I shld go back to the Steamboat place where my class had our dinner on the last day of sch. It has free flow of Enoku mushrooms and I was in heaven, for that few hours, or is it few centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still love my Mom, very much, as much as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, steamboat at bugis, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-1992906961772782341?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/1992906961772782341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=1992906961772782341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1992906961772782341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1992906961772782341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-woke-up-after-having-to-repeatedly.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-5732473781535617941</id><published>2010-09-04T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:31:25.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People like to say, the opposite of love is not hatred but rather, indifference. There seems to be a widespread reverence for that notion. It's better to be hated, then to be treated as something that's transparent and of negligible importance. It's better to be hated, because it means that he still thinks about you, and cares about you. I couldn't be anymore agreeable than this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past 6 years, it was a long, arduous, challenging journey which did not lack of ups and downs, emotional roller coaster rides and broken relationships. Miraculously, I survived through them all, and also pulled through after being a transparency (Those olden days whereby tecknologi is not as advanced yet to develop visualizer and we had to make do with over head projector with the transparencies). It does not take me long to realise that, for whatever I do, and for whatever achievements that I earned, you will not even spare a glance at me, not to mention, a simple and yet encouraging "Well done, yanghan." I thought that was what teachers or coaches supposed to do. Nevertheless, I did not resign to my ill fate but to push myself constantly to attain my owl goals that I set for myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time round, I just have to apply the same concept to studies, and make sure I do, achieve my target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. Fuck you, Vectors. Fuck. You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll make sure I get perfect score for Vectors questions in Prelims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-5732473781535617941?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/5732473781535617941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=5732473781535617941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5732473781535617941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5732473781535617941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/09/people-like-to-say-opposite-of-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-7042573510018389241</id><published>2010-08-02T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T07:12:30.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back here, yet again. Whenever I'm overwhelmed by this feeling of... misplaced and lost. My mind's been like running on an infinite amount of fuel and it never ceases to stop thinking about things.. Things that I know, things that I probably do not know yet and trying to infer, things that I should be thinking, things that I shouldn't be thinking. Everytime, it'll eventually boil down to just you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes you. It's been quite a while, but I'm still barely moving on. I'm still trying my best, to nurse the indelible scar that I've got, albeit to no success. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was younger, it's pretty clear to me, who constitutes a "friend", "relative", "crush" and so on... in this way, it's pretty evident what kind of relationship you are having with them, whether or not is it kinship, friendship or just mere puppy love. From there onwards, we then alter our mannerism and treatment towards these people, using those classified titles as a critical guideline. And it proves to be useful, when we arrived at moral crossroads. It serves as a moral compass, doesn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I found that as we grew older, these relationships tend to become more general and there isn't really a definite demarcation between one another. For instance, there could be an overlap between "brotherly" and "lover" if we're careless. Yes, I'm talking about the grey area, the part whereby we are treading in murky water, we're taking a significant risk whenever we let our guards down... From there onwards, we're confused. We're scared. We're lost. We ain't sure how we should behave when he's around. Because there's no such biblical principles in the world to tell us how. The way to do it, I thought, was to follow your heart and do what your heart tells you to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what, I was proven to be fatally wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It kind of slap me hard on my face. And it was a wake up call indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're unworthy of my... everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have to do it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just don't know how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-7042573510018389241?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/7042573510018389241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=7042573510018389241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7042573510018389241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7042573510018389241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-back-here-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-5603828880096236449</id><published>2010-05-27T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T07:57:34.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I got an access to Blogger after trying for so long. It's either down or under maintenance. So much rubbish, makes me contemplate switching to Tumblr or smth. But since I'm such a loyal and faithful Blogger user, I shall stick to this blog. ^^&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random stuff, not in chronological nor alphabetical order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. School holidays has just started for the rest of the student population, but not for me, especially when I have to go back to sch almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Famine Camp dry run was awesome, met new people, managed to conspire with Dage to play a prank on them (we switched names, and nobody but Rachel knew the truth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Can't wait for the real one on this coming Friday. Prostitution FTW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Bitchtwinniebestfriendclaragohpeiyi is bringing me for eyelash extensions for my bday next week. (Do you like your long name too, bitch? Longer than mine I bet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Mom just went Compass with me and she bought Hang Ten Kids clothes for me. Tagged size age 10/11. And then decided that we should get one more for my cousin, who is in uni year 3/4 now. Cute or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I'm not human anymore, have been sinning and transforming into a pig. Eat, Sleep, repeat. And then get overwhelmed with a sense of guilt for not completing my tutorials on time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. End of sch term is bad, bad news coz I won't get to eat Fruit tart nor Zhajiang mian for one freaking month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I'm going for a jungle party with miss chng, refer to point 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I am getting old soon. Very soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. If you haven't got bored of my post yet, and are still very much sober, watch out for your name here. I love many people. But I'm bad at sweet talking or fabricating fanciful and ear-pleasing stuff. You should know that I lurbbe euu very much, you totally should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my teammates Nick, Man Man, Ah Mah (although she's so much skinnier than me and keeps bullying me :( ), Lukie, Gou Jun. I love my classmates Vernice, Iris (HAHA Iris you broke my heart tgt with 2 other love rivals), Lim Min, Jin Qing, Charis. I love Alan (Please don't get me wrong) for letting me stand behind me during assembly today and get sheltered from the glaring sun. I love bitchtwinniebestfriendclaragohpeiyi for getting me high on the line with her. I love my juniors Pearlyn, Portia, Alina, Madeline, Nani. I love my seniors. I love my mom. I love my family I love my uncle. I love you everyone!!!! (If you are not here, don't panic, coz it's most probably my memory is failing me and that you're still very much appreciated by yours truly ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, shall cease to have a life after 13 June. You'll not bump into me in town anymore. I will be a library hermit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-5603828880096236449?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/5603828880096236449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=5603828880096236449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5603828880096236449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5603828880096236449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally-i-got-access-to-blogger-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-5465566048405744086</id><published>2010-05-08T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T09:16:26.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snatching away the things that make me happy doesn't stimulate extra satisfaction for you.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-5465566048405744086?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/5465566048405744086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=5465566048405744086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5465566048405744086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5465566048405744086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/05/snatching-away-things-that-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-5661091506681264370</id><published>2010-04-14T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:00:20.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once in a while, I'll be inevitably enslaved myself to the implacable materialistic desires. Here she is, on the phone and online chat with me, and bombarding me with pictures of Chanel bags. &lt;div&gt;$4330 for a bag made of metal and parts of dead cows/sheep. Oh and Chanel doesn't spare Alligators too, apparently. Is it really worth it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to keep everything under my control. And fuck, this is contagious, she's been nagging abt Chanel bags for the past 45 mins or so. Stupid bitch, I wanna box your face. And there's no sign of her stopping yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ok, I'll definitely get my MacPro Pro after A's, and the Miumiu bag too if I get 4As for A's. (HAHA, Sorry change to Miumiu instead, Burberry's design is too loud for me I decided) It's supposed to be a motivation for me to work hard but it's so not working now :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, fuck it. I shall just make Jingxian library my first home during weekdays and Starbucks during weekend after 19 April. Totally awesome shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-5661091506681264370?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/5661091506681264370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=5661091506681264370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5661091506681264370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5661091506681264370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-in-while-ill-be-inevitably.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-3658833661790342657</id><published>2010-04-03T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T06:45:14.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know there is really a pressing need for me to go on diet and shed some fats. But the weight is nevertheless, of a practical use to me now. So diet will start after 13April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-3658833661790342657?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/3658833661790342657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=3658833661790342657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/3658833661790342657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/3658833661790342657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-there-is-really-pressing-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-1814988774813776644</id><published>2010-04-03T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T05:41:53.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;What if I wake up one day, and tell you I am going to get myself a genuine tattoo and a naval piercing? I think I will get kicked out of house... Or maybe not. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women is always like that. We are shady, fickle-minded and fundamentally superficial creatures. Putting myself in a guy's point of view. Our thoughts are hard to decipher by anyone else, and you can never be certain of the answers that we give. We mean yes when we say no. I'm sometimes confused too, with my own thoughts. Things just get more complicated when feelings and emotions are involved. I don't want to be overly optimistic about this, but I think I am perhaps, better off alone. But again, I don't think I can deal with the pain for parting with you. Like it or not, everyone here will have an issue with commitments, depending on the severity of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-1814988774813776644?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/1814988774813776644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=1814988774813776644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1814988774813776644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1814988774813776644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-if-i-wake-up-one-day-and-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-7403549104070272223</id><published>2010-03-31T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T07:58:21.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week's been really a crazy one, I thought everything will be fine after blocks. I'm exasperated for being 17, or the only underaged one amongst my friends to be more precise. Got bounced out the third time (for the record) at Supperclub, the obstinate Indian bouncers just refused to let me in even though I had the chop stamped onto my wrist alrdy. The car was already parked. And we had to walk back again and drove to Zouk instead. Luckily twinnie's social circle is wide enough, to know people who could help me. And so the night didn't end up in sheer disappointment instead, and everyone's mood got better with phuture music and the drinks at zouk. Phuture's crowd is really getting worse. Last year was much better from what I could remember. Zouk only has trance music which I have yet learnt to appreciate. And Velvet is just for oldies, seriously. Maybe I would be so sick of all these even before I'm legalized. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on sunday, after I woke up at 4pm (9am had been my bedtime), I received a call from Vernice, abt her ankle. So everyone in the class were trying their best to help her, I can tell. Nobody complained. Although Alan was abit too shy to carry her in the wedding style in front of too many people. I hope she'll recover soon, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nats in less than 2 weeks' time. I feel rather unprepared for it. After all, one week without training makes a hell lot of difference. I really wanna win this year. Really. This is my last year, and I fervently want to graduate without regrets. Somehow I felt like I have lost all my judo skills, and all that I have built up from scratch came tumbling down flat, leaving me back to square one again. This feeling sucks. Oh, save me from your "winning isn't everything". I'm immune to it already. There's only 1 way out, and I cannot lose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we're going to celebrate for my math, fine, I'm the thickskin one who requested for a celebration haha. The rest of my subjects are just hopeless, I think I'm getting AUUUUUU this time round, fuck. Got to switch back to school mode alrdy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-7403549104070272223?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/7403549104070272223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=7403549104070272223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7403549104070272223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7403549104070272223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/03/weeks-been-really-crazy-one-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-71885891916416287</id><published>2010-03-05T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:17:48.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's definitely a cause for concern if you haven't been seeing your house in daylight. For the past few days my life has been crazy, though as not crazy as during the holidays. So ytd marked the day my genius seniors made record in hwach history by faring exceptionally well in the A levels. Out of 10, 9 walked away with an A for bio, 8 for Chem, Math and Physics. There are just so many seniors whom I know scored straight As for everything, and it's making me sick. Like I have developed some form of inferiority complex or smth. ): Now I just got to work damn hard, and make sure I'm not the 2 who didn't score A. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. Agnes B or LV. I can't decide. Currently I'm for Agnes B, the LV that I like is past season already grah. And I need to drop by Chanel soon to get the stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-71885891916416287?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/71885891916416287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=71885891916416287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/71885891916416287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/71885891916416287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-definitely-cause-for-concern-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-2583224889607331156</id><published>2010-02-20T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:12:35.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S4DUo68gzsI/AAAAAAAACzs/tlAcjKh8vXQ/s1600-h/Hanny.018+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S4DUo68gzsI/AAAAAAAACzs/tlAcjKh8vXQ/s320/Hanny.018+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440582149346479810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S4DUo68gzsI/AAAAAAAACzs/tlAcjKh8vXQ/s1600-h/Hanny.018+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is to remind me that I Must to go on diet and shed off some fat, which is quite of an abundance on me, with a capital M. ): The weight issue here is making me very depressed. Who likes the idea of gaining weight just in probably a month? It doesn't help especially with cny and valentines. The difference is noticeable, my thighs, waist, arms, and appetite have all expanded over the holidays due to over indulgence of snacks. Sighzxz. It really doesn't help when your mom's friend commented that you put on weight too, just by looking at my face. She said my face is now rounder, which explains why everyone thinks my head is round.... And I rushed home from sch, bathed, rushed out again to her Condo for the gathering for her. Since she was also my Guzheng teacher last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the contrary, h lost 3kg recently (I think the weight he lost had somehow found its way to me). And he likes to go on and on about how slim he is now, right in front of me and I felt very sad): But oh well, being fat is not equivocal to the end of the world. H used to be fat too, I remembered him gaining 4kgs or smth after a cruise trip. I used to be this weight in sec1, it was only after I joined judo that made me slimmer (and more muscular?!). Being fat now, just means that I'll get slimmer in the future cause this will establish a basis for comparison over time. Hence, I hypothesize that the weight issue is just like a sinusoidal curve which has it's peaks and troughs... Nobody will stay at one particular constant weight eternally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freak, I'm so not gonna bring my wallet to school anymore, and will go to the library and mug during breaks. Starting from tomorrow. Heh, not today cause I'm guilty of sinning with liquor chocolate just now :( Couldn't resist, afterall, alcohol + chocolate = best combination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is bad, I'm being so grumpy these few days what's wrong with me :( And having no one to turn to makes it worse. H is so busy, busy till you can't imagine. I'm really not used to this new lifestyle... feels so empty and lonely without having someone to talk to / keep me company everyday. Don't worry h, I know it's not your fault that your work is so busy. I won't blame you luh, it's just that I'm venting it out here, rather than on you right.. Or any of my friends who care for me. Haha, the fcuk shirt that I bought for you just totally fits you ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, should I spend $169 on a pair of heels?! I like it alot! plus it's the first 4inch that I can actl walk comfortably without looking like a duck. Almost wanted to buy it instantly but I guess I should not act on impulse. A phone call to bitch convinced me that I should not. But when I reached home and the more I think about it the more I wanna get it :( Argh. I shall wait and seeeeeee if by end of this month it's still lingering in my mind I will get it heh heh sinners. Hope the collection is still available by then! And till then, save up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S4DUosQ_rGI/AAAAAAAACzk/IVGd0xK7v-Y/s1600-h/IMAG0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S4DUosQ_rGI/AAAAAAAACzk/IVGd0xK7v-Y/s320/IMAG0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440582145405856866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S4DUoL5veqI/AAAAAAAACzc/4nqAHzUp96Y/s1600-h/IMAG0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S4DUoL5veqI/AAAAAAAACzc/4nqAHzUp96Y/s320/IMAG0024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440582136718391970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S4DUndZz8kI/AAAAAAAACzM/9ztwF9BcYlU/s1600-h/IMAG0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S4DUndZz8kI/AAAAAAAACzM/9ztwF9BcYlU/s320/IMAG0030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440582124236436034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Side fringe: yay / nay :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't decide, but I think bangs is versatile enough for me right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-2583224889607331156?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/2583224889607331156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=2583224889607331156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2583224889607331156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2583224889607331156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-to-remind-me-that-i-must-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S4DUo68gzsI/AAAAAAAACzs/tlAcjKh8vXQ/s72-c/Hanny.018+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-8235375440540138476</id><published>2010-02-12T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T00:08:52.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy valentines, h (:&lt;div&gt;Last night was really awesome, thank you again for everything that you've done for me. I know I'm terribly demanding and yet I was genuinely surprised by your gifts ytd. This is my best valentines so far, especially compared to the first vday since we'd been together. We spent it miserably alone cause of our ultimate obstinacy and stubbornness. But now, we've both grown up and matured through the years of thick and thin, I've learnt not to take you for granted anymore. Thanks to you, I experienced this wonderful entity called love. I'm trying my best to keep this up, although it's quite hard for me. It's an unspoken commitment between both of us, and I had to sacrifice my personal freedom and space to compromise with you. You don't like me to go drinking, fine, I quitted heavy drinking. You disapprove of me going to parties, fine I'll abstain from clubs for now. But it's really impossible for me to completely stop doing those, and it'll be unreasonable of you to devoid me of my freedom too. If we ever gonna get separated again, I've got this feeling it's due to this issue. I'm scared to lose everything again, not when everything in my life have began to fall back in their rightful places... It's been so perfect now, I've got my friends, family, you all by my side. All that I lack of now probably will be to perfect my grades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember I told you that most of the times when people hate you, it's not because you did smth morally wrong or what. It's because you grip firmly on your own convictions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not hard to be liked by everyone isn't it? Just be more accommodating and have a plain character to fit into the crowd. But I am not that kind of person, I will do what I believe it's right, even if it will end up hurting myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8235375440540138476?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8235375440540138476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8235375440540138476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8235375440540138476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8235375440540138476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-h-last-night-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-517345314786976524</id><published>2010-02-07T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:14:53.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that made my day:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make up didn't smudge; went hysterical at DFS while shopping with momma; got my Dior Addict perfume + purse; saw a Coach bag that I really fell in love at first sight, haha; bought food from Muji and Marks and Spencer for consumption during physics tutorials in an (maybe futile) attempt to keep myself awake. I feel kinda bad for spending so much of momma's money everytime when we go out together :( it's like never below $300 each time we go town. Argh lesson learnt, I shall just stay home and be a no-lifer/mugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-517345314786976524?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/517345314786976524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=517345314786976524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/517345314786976524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/517345314786976524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-that-made-my-day-make-up-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-8428774970560051718</id><published>2010-02-06T03:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T03:26:24.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Just want to spend an undisturbed day with you :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm missing those days when at least we could go out for more than 3 hrs.. These few weeks suck ttm.. The only chance that I get to be with you are like after school for a dinner, which is at most 2 hours before we both continue in our separate ways. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sighzxz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I can't do this anymore........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's worst, giving up before even attempting or realising that you just can't do it even after putting your heart to it. I just want you back in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8428774970560051718?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8428774970560051718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8428774970560051718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8428774970560051718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8428774970560051718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-want-to-spend-undisturbed-day-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-8106472330338749194</id><published>2010-02-01T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T05:46:58.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gawd, I think I'm the few left at my age who is still actively blogging now...&lt;div&gt;In retrospect right, I realised I had less than 10 posts for the entire year of 2009, while in 2008 I was still blogging quite frequently. That was when I was in sec4. I think I know why, blogging is a way to vent out my pent up frustrations and also to de-stress I guess. This year's a stressful year so I'll be here quite often.. ))): J2 life sucks, honestly. Sigh. Cant wait till A levels are over, counting down to it: 278 days (more or less)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been rather a luxury for me to use the com during weekdays, I can hardly find time to use it untill weekends. But today's different, I'm feeling hopelessly obese and mentally disabled and in need of a way to rant it out ): Can't do integration at all, need to lose 5kg in 2 months and yet I'm eating like a glutton... Sighhh.... Almost late for school today, had to run like as if I'm going for reincarnation up the hwachong hill... And the best part is, you just won't reply my smses/calls throughout the day (okay luh fine you picked up my call after school and I was quite pleasantly surprised hehehee)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ytd was so much better, at least I had a good rest with you. Haha the sofabed never fails to charm me and give me a good sleep without nightmares. Went to town to get Moush his gummie underwear hahaha from the shop omg. I still can't believe I stepped into that shop. Vernice you better thank me well for that:D Ate Sushi tei and Colin the caterpillars :D Celebrated bee's bday, it was a day full of love and warmth :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I still dont know what to do for you for Vday ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to surprise you with a candlelight dinner with real candlelight and self prepared dinner but you know it better than anyone else that I cant cook for nuts. Argh nvm I have one week plus to prepare for it/take up cooking classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna see you everyday ): that's how badly I miss you, h. Wednesdays are back to be my favorite day of the week again :D &lt;i&gt;Absence does make the heart fonder. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8106472330338749194?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8106472330338749194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8106472330338749194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8106472330338749194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8106472330338749194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/02/gawd-i-think-im-few-left-at-my-age-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-9020815507851323004</id><published>2010-01-29T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:08:13.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week past by so quickly. The absence of a maid or rather a domestic worker has made me realized that I have been taking so many things for granted. From the most fundamental chore such as putting used cups/bowls into the sink and not just leave them lying around, waiting for someone to clear them up to perhaps seemingly difficult task like cooking a decent meal. In the past, I would always expect my meal to be on the table, my bed to be neat and clean, my clothes all ironed up and folded up. But things changed now, everyday after I came home from school or trngs, no matter how exhausted I am, I have to force myself to finish the laundry, iron my uniform and dad's shirt, sweep the floor, etc. By the time I'm done, it'll be at least 9pm and if I'm lucky enough I could eat a proper dinner and yet again, if I have to settle it by myself, I will just go for milo and biscuits, which is also essentially my breakfast everyday. &lt;div&gt;It sucks right, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha don't worry my mummy has gotten a Myanmar maid, who will be coming soon I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, this ordeal just struck me in the heart. I think I have taken you for granted too.. Your unconditional love, consistent encouragements, never fail to be there for me whenever I need it so much... I felt really bad for hurling harsh and hurting words at you just months ago.. To me, relationship was never really an option cause I just refuse to commit any emotions anymore in my final most crucial year. You know how stubborn I am. I felt really remorseful, now, for pushing you away from me whenever you came closer to me. I felt suffocated, as if you're smoldering my freedom. I thought if you truly love me, you should wait till at least I've completed my studies before proposing to me, provided that we remained ceteris paribus at where we left off. But right now, things could change for the better. I think I can try to commit again, and be your little girl like before, I think. I'm really not sure if it can work out... but then again we'll never know unless we try right? Which boy will starve himself in school, restricting himself to a $2 chicken rice meal everyday just to save up his meager pocket money for our dates, who will be there for you whenever you felt down, who knows you so well that when you told him "leave me alone, I'll be fine" he knows that it'll translates to "I need you here with me, but I'm just afraid and embarrassed to tell you", who is the only one who took me in during bad times, who would keep to his promises and fulfill them all, who loves you with his heart, soul and body so much so you can't help but to reciprocate that feeling, who rushed down to town without hvaing any breakfast, combed wisma and finally paragon's din tai fung just to get my favorite thousand layer cakes for me when I was ill, when I told him to go eat his breakfast at Macs since his tummy was growling furiously. Opposites do attract, even our families values are so different. My mum loves to splurge, while yours is thrifty and spend only sparingly. My mum can't really substantiate any conversation for more than 10 mins with me and yet your mum is great at handling human relations.. I would never forget those words she said to me on the first night I escaped to your place. I remembered you were still in camp, busy with army stuff and yet you arranged a place for me to stay out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just very relieved to have you to be my pillar of support. I wouldn't have made it through those thick times without you... really.. 4 years ... it's long enough for grown up couples to get engaged and married... you were my first love, i gave you my first kiss, just like how you gave me your firsts too... I'm not afraid to let the world know, cause there's nothing to be ashamed of anyway.. No matter what happens in the future, even if we can't be lovers, I just want you to know that you'll always occupy the special spot in my heart and I'll be happy when you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you. Words don't yield the power to capsulate my feelings for you, but I'll TRY my very best through actions that I'll be there for you too.. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'll see how things go alright! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just no more quarrels, no more telling me what to dos, I'm freaking 18 this year alrdy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-9020815507851323004?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/9020815507851323004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=9020815507851323004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/9020815507851323004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/9020815507851323004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-past-by-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-6100454868098209229</id><published>2010-01-24T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:13:23.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Girls' night out yesterday! :D&lt;div&gt;Vernice was the only legal one amongst us, and my urge to faster turn 18 grew stronger just by looking at her blue thingy. Being 18 means everything to me. It's like an entitlement of freedom and it's when we metamorphosed into woman literally. I don't care if there's no presents or celebrations for other bdays but 18th bday definitely can't go without any. Thinking whether to the pink LV wallet, Tiffany &amp;amp; Co's bracelet or just settle for hotel/chalet party. I really don't know. But at least get my Dr. Martens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay this is total random shit but apparently my maid's husband died today or smth she decided to go back to the Philippines. So now I have to iron everyone's clothes, babysit my brother, sweep the floor, cook (dabao to be exact) my own meals and clear up my room. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and it's Emma the Ahma's 18th bday tmrw so happy birthday in advance :D heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-6100454868098209229?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/6100454868098209229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=6100454868098209229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/6100454868098209229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/6100454868098209229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-night-out-yesterday-d-vernice-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-26215537148897741</id><published>2010-01-17T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T06:00:47.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MU7If3__I/AAAAAAAACzE/y92NR0rSNkI/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MU7If3__I/AAAAAAAACzE/y92NR0rSNkI/s320/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427704982037594098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MU6z2-FeI/AAAAAAAACy8/8AB-LHSMIP8/s1600-h/DSC00709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MU6z2-FeI/AAAAAAAACy8/8AB-LHSMIP8/s320/DSC00709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427704976497317346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MU57jsVVI/AAAAAAAACys/jzu9AtrGTsg/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MU57jsVVI/AAAAAAAACys/jzu9AtrGTsg/s320/DSC00708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427704961384076626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MU57jsVVI/AAAAAAAACys/jzu9AtrGTsg/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OKAY I DONT KNOW WHY AM I POSTING THESE UP HAHA LOOK AT MY PIMPLES. I'm having a mega outbreak of that on both cheeks now ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took those before bathing in the kitchen toilet which I hate coz all my contact lens solution, facial foam, makeup removal is at the other toilet. So inconvenient to bathe there, unless I've got no choice like returning home damn late and can't disturb my parents. Heh I think the Hello Kitty sticker behind is v cute lolz. Next time new house shall spam HK stickers ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg thinking abt my new house is making me sexcited. I'm so going to have a Queen size bed ahahha so as to put my 3 pillows and 1 bolster; so they won't roll down to the floor in the middle of the night and I have force myself to wake up and get them. I'm not going to let my parents paint it all pink. I'm going to paint it super light orangey pink. HAHAH fine still pink. And mommy says we're going to buy all new furniture when we move house, so I will get a pink computer table and chair from IKEA. AHAHA I'm so going to decorate my own room yayz. If the lifts at my new house ever break down, I'll cry. Coz I'll have to climb 21 levels of stairs to get home. -.- They should have like a parachute thingy to get people down and a external pulley system to get people up ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MU57jsVVI/AAAAAAAACys/jzu9AtrGTsg/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MRhnHv8BI/AAAAAAAACyc/AFwyDhqw7e8/s1600-h/17543_425548585362_509515362_10664593_6782451_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MRhnHv8BI/AAAAAAAACyc/AFwyDhqw7e8/s320/17543_425548585362_509515362_10664593_6782451_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427701245046419474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MRhnHv8BI/AAAAAAAACyc/AFwyDhqw7e8/s1600-h/17543_425548585362_509515362_10664593_6782451_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HC Open House '10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did nothing much except hanging out with teammates &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sparring with Emma in fencing. lol. Fencing is so different from Judo apparently, you can't just keep attacking unlike Judo. Nick, Lukie, Man man, Ah ma all came and throw each other hahah they said they miss being thrown/throwing people. awwww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teammates are forever! I love you guys :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MRiP-Q3fI/AAAAAAAACyk/xhKZq3HGWxA/s320/DSC00717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MU6ZlJGVI/AAAAAAAACy0/wrRCYhqcCh0/s320/DSC00702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C bought me this from Universal Studios! Reminds me of the Apple Iphone game over break heh heh. I think gingerbread man is so cute but I don't like the taste of ginger generally. Shall try baking chocolatey man next time haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I totally unearthed my secret talent - swimming. Zomg I think I learnt how to swim in one day? Or rather I can actly swim one lap finally. Haha in the past always stayed in the 1.2m region -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fcuk I'm scared. Damn scared. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-26215537148897741?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/26215537148897741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=26215537148897741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/26215537148897741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/26215537148897741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-i-dont-know-why-am-i-posting-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S1MU7If3__I/AAAAAAAACzE/y92NR0rSNkI/s72-c/DSC00712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-5023875327750000743</id><published>2010-01-12T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:10:56.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New year's resolutions:&lt;div&gt;1. Love you(s) more :D (You know who you know who lovelove. Yes I'm talking about you.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Study 3 hrs everyday (Shucks I just broke it tonight)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Go on a diet, seriously. It's almost considered as an emergency before I get a heart attack the next time I step on the weighing machines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Save up some $$ like how I saved up $500++ in a few months last year. Sigh but it was gone in a jiffy too. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. It's more of a wish here, but I want to get straight As for A lvls. That piece of paper is what I have been hankering after all these years.... Totally going to decide my future endeavors. Goes back to point 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Work really really hard for trngs, school and everything. (Get HC Diploma? woah, must be top 30% of the cohort)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Treat you nicer and learn how to express my love &amp;amp; affections for you better :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Eat zhajiang mian every thursday, without fail. (Baby v you must go with me and stop pangsehing me alrdy last yr bad enough :((( ) HAHAHA LOOK AT MY POINT 3. tsk it's just 5 points away and I'm thinking abt food. what's my problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. No more partyings/overnight drinkings till I'm drunk till end of A lvls. (Maybe with the exception of the day I evolved to be a legal) Please slap me if you need to remind me coz of that. If you NEED to. I repeat. I still do have some faith in my erm, diminishing self-discipline. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Learn dancing/baking/cooking when I'm free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Do not touch the computer till weekends. (Or when there's no sch tmrw like now :D hahah my fingers are just itchy after talking to lovelove)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. FUCK, This is damn impt, explains why I started this with the f word. GET MY CALLER ID FUCKING SOON. Can't stand it alrdy always get missed calls and idk who. It's so irritating to call everyone and ask but I can't just leave it alone also coz if someone called, it means it's quite urgent so I shld get back to him/her out of courtesy too right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Be a uhm, responsible econs rep this year? Haha. And don't laugh at me plz. V is the PE rep and yet she doesn't go PE plz. Oops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Love you more. Really. I think I should start learning how to make you feel secured abt us coz I think we're really not going to fall out anytime soon. Not now, not soon, not in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. This is going to be never ending so I shall stop here. And I shall vow to stick to my resolutions. If I can't even fulfill one of them, I must really suck to the apple's core. And twinnie bitch can just slap me real hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. I'm scared... Please, don't let anything happen on Monday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s.s. I'm really happy that I can do the projectile motion questions like finally. After so damn long. I did it myself and it was correct omg :D hahah was stuck there since forever, like before shc hols started -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.s.s. I'm tfeeling lethargic and tired. Needa sleep soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nights everyone, love you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-5023875327750000743?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/5023875327750000743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=5023875327750000743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5023875327750000743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5023875327750000743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-3242319851080441840</id><published>2010-01-09T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:06:58.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh.... I think I've really gained like 10 tonnes during the holidays. Just kept going out, eat, walk around, find more food, and eat some more. I need to have more self discipline and self control over my own diet.. Told myself will never ever go beyond 50kg mark and now I'm like 105kg? fuck. I need to shed some cellulite off and stop living in my state of denial and be oblivious to the fact that I AM gaining weight like krazyyyy. Need to start exercising! A great timing to start swimming, or to be more exact, learn how to swim. Before singapore gets submerged underwater.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh whatever I'm saddedddd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do a single shit of S&amp;amp;S can someone render me some help. x.x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-3242319851080441840?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/3242319851080441840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=3242319851080441840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/3242319851080441840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/3242319851080441840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-4142796281923395927</id><published>2010-01-04T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:58:41.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never know how strong I am till ytd.. And I never knew how much I love Vernice too she's such a sweetheart :) Somehow after all that had happened, I'm vehemently reassured that she treats me as how I treat her too - a true blue good friend (I dont use best friends cause I dont believe there's only one particular best friend). Until now, my pri sch besties still send me ecard for my bdays (as she is in Melbourne now) or smses from yuxi, telling me besties forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the way my parents brought me up that make me so independent now. Although I'm innately feeling flustered and scared, but I know I can't let fear take a grip on me, not at this time. Not when everything is still not over yet. Secretly, I fervently yearn for someone to accompany me as much as possible to distract me from thinking too much, but I also don't want to be a burden to my friends. Or maybe because I know that I have to face it despite how much I wish it isn't true. At this point, I am happy at myself, for myself, that I've grown up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll welcome my 18th birthday with open arms, have a crazy and unforgettable celebration, cos I won't wanna celebrate my birthdays beyond that anymore. Feels so sad to grow older and older each year and soon I will have to pay the adult fares for transportation alrdy :( Still remembered when I was younger I looked forward to my 10th birthday, 12th birthday, sweet sixteen and now I'm dreading for my 18th birthday :( Wo bu xiang zhang da!!! argh. Shall either book a hotel suite or book a chalet in Sentosa and invite all my close friends over. If it's Sentosa, maybe C will help me to get IR's hotel suite or maybe staff discounts to theme parks and so on. Lol I feel so exclusive coz he just told me company secret - the official opening date for Sentosa IR and I can't tell anyone yet... Hmmmm why am I thinking so far, hahaha. Shall think abt what to do for Sylvia/Vernice/Rf's birthdays first. WHICH IS LIKE NEXT WEEK? ZOMG...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-4142796281923395927?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/4142796281923395927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=4142796281923395927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/4142796281923395927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/4142796281923395927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-never-know-how-strong-i-am-till-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-918920519816598067</id><published>2010-01-02T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:33:09.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S0AMajDL3YI/AAAAAAAACw8/KPmubm6eUCI/s1600-h/150507379_4251867513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S0AMajDL3YI/AAAAAAAACw8/KPmubm6eUCI/s320/150507379_4251867513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422347601578810754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked cupcakes ytd, coz the cake flour is going to expire in 28 days. Hehhh I think this time round the cupcakes are "just perfect" (quoted from my beloved brother): the moisture of the cake is just nice, the sweetness and the vanilla taste of the buttercream icing is well balanced out. :D &lt;br /&gt;omg so proud of myself haha. I absolutely love to bake! it's so fun especially when im decorating the cupcakes. But I can't cook for nuts, twinnie can verify it. I dont even know how to cook instant noodles. That time when I tried, I put the noodle into the water and boil them tgt. In the end got scolded by mommy :( I tried to cut some vegetables, ended up getting a slit near my fingernail. And it bled quite alot :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, really hope that my dream will come true in future. As long as I have a passion in it I will succeed, hopefully I'll be frich from it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-918920519816598067?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/918920519816598067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=918920519816598067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/918920519816598067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/918920519816598067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2010/01/baked-cupcakes-ytd-coz-cake-flour-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/S0AMajDL3YI/AAAAAAAACw8/KPmubm6eUCI/s72-c/150507379_4251867513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-8232957447865876828</id><published>2009-12-30T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:21:17.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SzxCumXE1qI/AAAAAAAACw0/n_MNPvBHoQU/s1600-h/tumblr_kv9jip4Xnl1qa9zfuo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SzxCumXE1qI/AAAAAAAACw0/n_MNPvBHoQU/s320/tumblr_kv9jip4Xnl1qa9zfuo1_500.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421281419785983650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a few hours early to say that , but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;Hope that it's gonna be a great year ahead 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8232957447865876828?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8232957447865876828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8232957447865876828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8232957447865876828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8232957447865876828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-few-hours-early-to-say-that-but-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SzxCumXE1qI/AAAAAAAACw0/n_MNPvBHoQU/s72-c/tumblr_kv9jip4Xnl1qa9zfuo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-1243493753578936891</id><published>2009-12-30T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:31:06.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think your life sucks?&lt;br /&gt;Read this:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fmylife.com/tops/top&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-1243493753578936891?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/1243493753578936891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=1243493753578936891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1243493753578936891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1243493753578936891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/12/think-your-life-sucks-read-this-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-2301080123928768670</id><published>2009-12-30T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:28:54.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As ridiculously as it may sound to some of your educated ears, our lifestyle is really much affected by the pop culture. Reality of life is hard for us to handle - wars are bloody, romance will not last, feelings will eventually fade. It's no wonder that we have to turn to Britney's values as it subtly realigns the reality to our preferences accordingly - empty and devoid of meanings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm resisting the temptation for a nights out at Singthai / Supper Club tmrw. &lt;br /&gt;No more till bb V's bday, super fking swear. (Help me out, fwenz) &lt;br /&gt;Cant wait till when I'm legal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just gonna be a countdown at Nick's place tmrw. Flea Titans over the weekend and more muggings subsequently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-2301080123928768670?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/2301080123928768670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=2301080123928768670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2301080123928768670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2301080123928768670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-ridiculously-as-it-may-sound-to-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-9003810382465532719</id><published>2009-12-25T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:25:11.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SzVl8GAeJ4I/AAAAAAAACws/J2OVLyMyDsM/s1600-h/hello-kitty-contacts-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SzVl8GAeJ4I/AAAAAAAACws/J2OVLyMyDsM/s320/hello-kitty-contacts-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419349809689405314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO COOL :D&lt;br /&gt;HELLO KITTY CONTACT LENS ! LOOK !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-9003810382465532719?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/9003810382465532719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=9003810382465532719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/9003810382465532719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/9003810382465532719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-so-cool-d-hello-kitty-contact.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SzVl8GAeJ4I/AAAAAAAACws/J2OVLyMyDsM/s72-c/hello-kitty-contacts-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-1775787521284082566</id><published>2009-12-25T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:18:47.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned." &lt;br /&gt;-William Somerset Maugham&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-1775787521284082566?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/1775787521284082566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=1775787521284082566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1775787521284082566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1775787521284082566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-that-lasts-longest-is-love-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-7784659061010083238</id><published>2009-12-25T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:09:34.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Browsing through Michelle's Japan photos is making me miss Tokyo :(&lt;br /&gt;Shall earn $$$ and go there with all of yall again :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-7784659061010083238?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/7784659061010083238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=7784659061010083238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7784659061010083238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7784659061010083238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/12/browsing-through-michelles-japan-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-5518809353471374473</id><published>2009-12-25T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:54:57.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The feeling I had ytd night(Xmas night) sucks. My self-confidence and self-esteem just plummeted to the rock bottom of the Earth's core. For someone as ostentatiously outgoing, cheerful, happy-go-lucky like me, you would never know how much insecurities and uncertainties I hold deep in my heart. Underneath that perfect facade, I'm just someone who had her heart ripped into pieces before several times. Uh I don't wish to rake the past up or pin point names, but they were the ones I thought I could entrust everything with. (And please luh, I'm not just referring to boys / romantic relationships). Friendships, for example, are also considered as relationships which I came to value more than probably kinship? I know it isn't right, after-all, blood is thicker than water. My parents and I, well, we can't really communicate effectively due to cultural difference and age gap. They're brought up worshipping the eastern philosophies while in my (our) generation, we're living in a increasingly westernized era. Hence alot of things they can't understand me and I don't really agree with them. That's why I prefer talking to friends whom are on the same frequency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if yall are too smart, or I'm just dumb. &lt;br /&gt;Again and again, I'm the sore loser in that relationship that we painstakingly developed, contributing time, money, and of coz, emotions. If friends are like footprints, they walk in and eventually out of our life, then what do you call those who stayed? If we got close, just to get drifted apart later in a point of life, then what's the point of even bring intimate in the first place? I don't see a point in that, so I really do treasure people like peiyi and yuxi. I'm looking for a long term  relationship, I'm not someone who is shortsighted and suffering from severe myopia. I will only be together with a boy whom I'm sure that he's the one for me. Becoz I'm a faint hearted person, who probably die during breakups and later resurrected again after a long while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm maybe she's too good with handling relationships that's why it pales me in comparison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok but anyw on a lighter note, I'm going to watch Avatar with yoonsiang next yr! :D Sounds far away but it's just the week after next haha. So wanna visit him in Melbourne after As. Oh, he's starting university next yr. One year ahead all of us-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let me go; don't let me go; don;t let me go....."&lt;br /&gt;Please would you do that for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-5518809353471374473?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/5518809353471374473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=5518809353471374473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5518809353471374473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5518809353471374473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/12/feeling-i-had-ytd-nightxmas-night-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-8413357144300621933</id><published>2009-12-25T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T07:19:22.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SzTRYkrooRI/AAAAAAAACwk/YVs1H2tO1yU/s1600-h/royce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SzTRYkrooRI/AAAAAAAACwk/YVs1H2tO1yU/s320/royce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419186471727309074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om nom nom. I'm chewing on one right nao. Yez, nao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8413357144300621933?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8413357144300621933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8413357144300621933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8413357144300621933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8413357144300621933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/12/om-nom-nom.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SzTRYkrooRI/AAAAAAAACwk/YVs1H2tO1yU/s72-c/royce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-8712932872377420173</id><published>2009-12-23T15:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:22:39.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SzKwu8At8QI/AAAAAAAACwc/fbizLlm7yIw/s1600-h/HTC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SzKwu8At8QI/AAAAAAAACwc/fbizLlm7yIw/s320/HTC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418587622109737218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiii the world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in such a mood to blog, that the first thing I did in the mornning was to switch on the com and here I am. :D I'm quite disturbed at the annoying scene and fact that the whole world, literally, is getting an iPhone for themselves. That day when i went to get my HTC Tattoo (yay) the counters left and right to us, were people buying iPhones. I dont see why iPhones are such great gadgets that everyone must get them. What I really detest is actl the herd mentality that since iPhones are cool, I wanna be cool, therefore I must have it. So, if you happen to own an iPhone, please do not strut towards me with that black/white thing, coz seriously I will despise you ttm. Anyw on hindsight, I dont wish to be enemies with the rest of the world, what I hate was those dumb people not the iPhone itself. Personally I'm a great fan of Steve Jobs so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so in the end, I persuaaded my momma to get HTC instead (She wanted to get an iPhone too, like -rolls eyes-). M1 rocks, they have promotion for HTC so it concluded with that we only paid $18 for Tattoo plus a free Garskin that I can redeem online. I think Singtel's one has to pay $268 with no free Garskin. (HAHA Poor dict) I ordered that Garskin (points to the top) Cute right cute right? :D wheee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, it's like less than 20 more days till J2. I'm quite nervous, as I'm still mentally , academically, physically unprepared for the new school term. Have been partying like krazy this holidays. Learnt alot, spent alot. Made new friends, lost old friends. Vernice's right, happiness is getting more expensive as we grew up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8712932872377420173?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8712932872377420173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8712932872377420173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8712932872377420173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8712932872377420173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/12/hiiii-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SzKwu8At8QI/AAAAAAAACwc/fbizLlm7yIw/s72-c/HTC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-2742966384251906607</id><published>2009-11-03T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:36:55.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I feel like an ultimate loser right now ): Cried in sch again today coz of my excrucitaing painful period cramps that I had in the morning. It sucks. I was expecting it to come in at least 2 more days and yet it came this morning right before I'm leaving home for sch. Suddenly I just felt something warm oozed out and tada itwas indeed my da yi ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the entire Maclaurin lecture coz of it. And walked into the wrong LT too. ): Bad day bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'd always said, friends are the ones who brighten up my day. Thank you George for rushing to the canteen and get me my hot milo. Thank you Siqin and Mousheng for sneaking out of sch to get panadols for me ((: I was really touched ((: pw mates ftw. haha. For once, I actl believed in thinsg like everlasting friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I went to make my student pass with dict today. while waiting for our bus, which took like forever, we met Faith hahah. She immediately noticed his new piercing. I miss all the seniors, all of you... Trngs have been a chore to me coz of the fact that you guys are gone now ): I must take more pics with yall heh. Still can rmb that day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-2742966384251906607?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/2742966384251906607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=2742966384251906607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2742966384251906607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2742966384251906607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/11/ok-i-feel-like-ultimate-loser-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-4193029180613565622</id><published>2009-11-02T04:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T05:13:31.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Lately, I've been musing over the same old drama that surfaces every now and then in my life. I think I have become a less compromising, less amiable, less sociable and less sensical person after a whole year worth of mind-stretching academic work. It sort of affects my social circle and makes me look at people whom I cant rlly get along well with a great disdain. When I engage myself in a relationship with someone, I will inevitably develop a sense of emotional attachment with that person and that's is why I never really have many many good, or even close friends. Maybe you can attribute this to the fact that I need the assurance of consistency, which I guess only boyfriends or husbands could give. That is precisely why I will end up with self-inflicted feelings of hurt and heartaches and that is also precisely why I chose to maintain a neutral relationship with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her, I think you shld know by now I dont really approve some of the things that you do. Like bitching abt your best (&amp;amp;favourite) girl to me behind her back? It sort of dawns on me that if you can do this to your bff, then why not me(&amp;amp;everyone else?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him, I think it's best that we shall just go back to square one. It's kinda disappointing to me but I guess you were never the sort of people who will fall in the same frequency as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand on there for one more week, and you will smell the fragrance of long-awaited holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-4193029180613565622?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/4193029180613565622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=4193029180613565622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/4193029180613565622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/4193029180613565622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/11/lately-ive-been-musing-over-same-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-4930529087256918917</id><published>2009-07-24T06:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:07:46.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;After gotten back all of my block tests' results, it kinda hit me harder than what I'd expected it to be. Like I somehow predicted that my results gonna suck this ime round, and might lost my 92percentile for econs and above 60percentile for the rest of the subjects but definitely I didnt expect my first U coming from econs ): it's my fav subject in jc and it's one of the few subjects that I can top the class for. But now, I'm failing it miserably...&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if I havent been studying  for blocks during june hols, it makes sense that I'll have nothing to write for the essay and totally fail it. argh.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like i cant cope with JC life anymore, I just wna quit sch and start working alrdy.. with my PSLE cert only? hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study, study, study yh. You got to study hard to your promos. and get back your As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can take H3 econs next yr.&lt;br /&gt;So you stand a chance, no matter how minute it is, to secure an econs scolarship&lt;br /&gt;So you'll qualify for OSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. JC life is hell, no other words to describe it. and HC just makes it worst, in the sense that the facilities are just rlly not up to standard la. Not all of the classrooms are air conditioned and we have no freaking classrooms to go to! The sch just cramp 56 of us into 2 wooden benches that at most can only fit 10 ppl? and the rest just had to sit on the floor. The worst part is that the canteen food is just inedible. Quote someone"eating college canteen food is like being in fear factor". On a brighter note however, spending time with friends really do make my day. (: they are the ones who added spices, sugar and everyth nice to the mundane jc life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Shall reward myself with a shopping trip to taiwan if I do well enough in my promos. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-4930529087256918917?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/4930529087256918917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=4930529087256918917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/4930529087256918917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/4930529087256918917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmmmm_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-8090747661056557198</id><published>2009-07-24T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T06:49:57.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8090747661056557198?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8090747661056557198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8090747661056557198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8090747661056557198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8090747661056557198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-2520829485642814016</id><published>2009-07-09T06:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:03:55.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, someone please tell me it wasn't supposed to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;I think my self-made assumptions are detrimental to my own emotional well-beings. I cant believe how dear I hold you to me, and the very annoying part comes when I assumed that you will reciprocate that too. That's why i am not giving up, no matter how tough it is. (Okay not like as if anyone will visit this pathetic page, but still, my future rantings will be posted here anyway)&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I have to move on, and stop clinging onto the past memories.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it friendships are so much more complicated to handle. At least in a relationship it's either you love him or not. Just this simple and straightforward. I dont know when I'll get over you, but I know I will. Just like how I used to cry over her, and dream so damn much about us back together again, which can never happen. My dreams never come through, seriously. Especially the sweet ones. Which is why I woke up that morning in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks when you're so emotional when you have no choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-2520829485642814016?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/2520829485642814016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=2520829485642814016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2520829485642814016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2520829485642814016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigh-someone-please-tell-me-it-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-8453765530093683675</id><published>2009-02-22T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:01:39.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Orientation has ended more than a week ago :( Although it was exhausting and tring to go home at 11 everyday, I secretly wish that it'll never end. OG 18 has been rlly wonderful with all the nice ppl inside. Haha I hope that the OG18 friendship flame wont die off so soon. Cause now we seldom get to gather tgt as an OG. Even so, the attendance is not very gd, and we hardly get to sit in a big group tgt to talk. I missed the friday of the OG week. The one we had a long table dinner at Serene Centre's Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09S6D is a nice class too, except that it's half filled with prc scholars and muggers. But we all got damn high dring campfire. hahah. And war games too. JC life is about socailising and making ew friends besides mugging, like totally. And gossiping too hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8453765530093683675?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8453765530093683675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8453765530093683675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8453765530093683675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8453765530093683675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/02/orientation-has-ended-more-than-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-3484730979688364395</id><published>2009-02-15T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T05:37:48.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall blog properly when I've got the time, no promises though.&lt;br /&gt;(Tmrw's the official sch day, so jiayou everyone!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-3484730979688364395?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/3484730979688364395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=3484730979688364395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/3484730979688364395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/3484730979688364395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-shall-blog-properly-when-ive-got-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-8473291918794193206</id><published>2009-02-04T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:57:01.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HCI ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;OG18 rocks too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation has been rlly fun, I love my og group.&lt;br /&gt;We went out for dinner just ytd with 6 ppl -.-&lt;br /&gt;And my og rep, Jason is damn funny too!&lt;br /&gt;We're group 18&lt;br /&gt;and when our opposing team is group 3, he shouted 3 times 6! 3x6!! BOOOO, youre a factor of us, we're a MULTIPLE OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8473291918794193206?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8473291918794193206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8473291918794193206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8473291918794193206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8473291918794193206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/02/hci-rocks-og18-rocks-too-orientation.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-7677314333316508524</id><published>2009-01-30T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T07:18:17.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SYRnQNhrkbI/AAAAAAAACpc/rO4s1lHU8XA/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SYRnQNhrkbI/AAAAAAAACpc/rO4s1lHU8XA/s320/DSC00356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297472589901042098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SYRm026FsGI/AAAAAAAACpM/ms6PcI5i58U/s1600-h/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SYRm026FsGI/AAAAAAAACpM/ms6PcI5i58U/s320/DSC00351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297472119972933730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SYRm0re_uwI/AAAAAAAACpE/mIJgFUww7Yo/s1600-h/DSC00338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SYRm0re_uwI/AAAAAAAACpE/mIJgFUww7Yo/s320/DSC00338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297472116906507010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SYRm0XNJzhI/AAAAAAAACo8/gNX-h_DxmN4/s1600-h/DSC00337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SYRm0XNJzhI/AAAAAAAACo8/gNX-h_DxmN4/s320/DSC00337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297472111462960658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is borderline overweight I think. At least it felt so when I carried him today, the first intimate session after 3 fucking long years. I'd been afraid of him since the first time I stepped into H's place. Cause apparently H brought him out and he ran around us and I got rlly scared.&lt;br /&gt;Isn;t Chris adorable?&lt;br /&gt;But he's quite heavy. Like my arms were aching after 5 seconds into carrying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SYRm0KBzVII/AAAAAAAACo0/ew7wzK9YQnY/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SYRm0KBzVII/AAAAAAAACo0/ew7wzK9YQnY/s320/DSC00165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297472107925689474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation next week, I hope it's gonna be fun yay.&lt;br /&gt;And ys's leaving on next sat too :(&lt;br /&gt;Im gna miss himmmm so much.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh my one and only hc friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGG!! I CANT WAIT TO GO SCH ON MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;MY TUITION FRIEND GOT POSTED TO HC TOO.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;BUT HES IN OG 23 :(&lt;br /&gt;IM IN OG 18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-7677314333316508524?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/7677314333316508524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=7677314333316508524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7677314333316508524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7677314333316508524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-i-got-my-blog-all-locked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SYRnQNhrkbI/AAAAAAAACpc/rO4s1lHU8XA/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-3847156208756324365</id><published>2009-01-27T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:39:58.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SX-yUnWChsI/AAAAAAAACnc/UpOUNbZWhTw/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SX-yUnWChsI/AAAAAAAACnc/UpOUNbZWhTw/s320/DSC00295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147754039543490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SX-yUkt6BVI/AAAAAAAACnU/P_oR37H1bOk/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SX-yUkt6BVI/AAAAAAAACnU/P_oR37H1bOk/s320/DSC00294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147753334342994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SX-yUatfuHI/AAAAAAAACnM/iL1r-MlDUqk/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SX-yUatfuHI/AAAAAAAACnM/iL1r-MlDUqk/s320/DSC00292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147750648264818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SX-yUGNG3OI/AAAAAAAACnE/MLEMMtlxJug/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SX-yUGNG3OI/AAAAAAAACnE/MLEMMtlxJug/s320/DSC00250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147745143708898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris the adorable Shihzu (SP?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SX-yTinv5RI/AAAAAAAACm8/YglhKzGwmjY/s1600-h/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SX-yTinv5RI/AAAAAAAACm8/YglhKzGwmjY/s320/DSC00268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147735591773458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love transcends superficial beauty and time. Love is an ubiquitous symbol of humanity. And Love is what keeps us together through the thicks and thins for 3 yrs 1 mth and 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, we discussed about us again. No, to be more precise, it was Chooyi who evoked the past and teased me like as ever. The consensus of our group is that H is rlly super nice to me and I shld stick to him forever. Even meanies like Siyu agreed, which kinda startled me. They think that if H loves me, he'll authomatically be nice to my friends as well. And this reminds me of that day after sat trng, Mader, JF, H and me went to Golden Rooster for lunch. Mader went on diet with HS and went off before we can finish the meal. So JF and us ordered food and H paid for everyth(even JF's share+her drinks) when he didnt even know her. Okay fine maybe I did mention JF's name when im talking to H, but still. Later on, JF offered to pay H back but he refused. Like how he did to me when I try to foot the bill instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you know that I love you with all of my heart, body and soul, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-3847156208756324365?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/3847156208756324365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=3847156208756324365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/3847156208756324365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/3847156208756324365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/01/chris-adorable-shihzu-sp-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SX-yUnWChsI/AAAAAAAACnc/UpOUNbZWhTw/s72-c/DSC00295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-2432304521368214086</id><published>2009-01-21T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:14:54.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No time to blog about first week in school, but in summary it was just me getting buttaches from sitting on hard hci audi seats for lectures. Oh man, how I miss the posh red cushion seats in ny audi. With the yellow lightings and all. No yoonsiangs to usher me around and I cant depend on szemin all the time for directions in hci. Nearly lost my way after school today, cant seem to find the sch gate hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my sense of direction is THAT horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I love Elaine's fabulous well-equipped kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.s. Stop Calling Me A Colourful Zombie I Totally Love Hwa Chong Super Good Place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-2432304521368214086?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/2432304521368214086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=2432304521368214086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2432304521368214086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2432304521368214086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-time-to-blog-about-first-week-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-8581194057024304869</id><published>2009-01-15T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:42:11.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SW9J6UqoqNI/AAAAAAAACiQ/a_G9HUMK31I/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SW9J6UqoqNI/AAAAAAAACiQ/a_G9HUMK31I/s320/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291529353512397010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SW9J5_56b1I/AAAAAAAACiI/tr9WZ3OGe70/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SW9J5_56b1I/AAAAAAAACiI/tr9WZ3OGe70/s320/DSC00097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291529347939331922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twinnie came to my place and dumped another bag of clothes for me to sell for her.&lt;br /&gt;haha. I'm appalled by the capacity of her closet seriously. That pile (or mountain) of clothes is comparable to the volume of my closet. Sigh my wardrobe is miserable. I shld stopped selling and selling my clothes away. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I'd look fat in tubes as I have alot of underarm flabs :( but it turns out to be not that bad as I've imagined. haha. All the outfits are from Twinnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MORE CLOTHES !&lt;br /&gt;Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SW9Jpgb2R1I/AAAAAAAACiA/Mu7UAcL3548/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SW9Jpgb2R1I/AAAAAAAACiA/Mu7UAcL3548/s320/DSC00123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291529064613824338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SW9JpY9NoqI/AAAAAAAACh4/6-pb8mmpRII/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SW9JpY9NoqI/AAAAAAAACh4/6-pb8mmpRII/s320/DSC00124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291529062606283426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby came home with me to protect me from the yapping of my mom. And ended up teaching me maths / taking pics for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, tmrw going to watch Red Cliff with baby! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8581194057024304869?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8581194057024304869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8581194057024304869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8581194057024304869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8581194057024304869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/01/twinnie-came-to-my-place-and-dumped.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SW9J6UqoqNI/AAAAAAAACiQ/a_G9HUMK31I/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-1674234244137746006</id><published>2009-01-13T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:05:21.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 eccentric traits/habits of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do you know about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let's just be frank about it. Have fun reading and geting shocked by my eccentricities! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I shall begin with the most blatant one: I am a melodramatic person.&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to be a tomboy in pri sch + the tallest person in pri 3/4 (my puberty started out when I'm very young) and played soccer in the field during recesses with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;3. I used to strap my chest with a bandage to make it flatter when it started to swell. I thought flat chest is cooler since every other girls in my class (AT THAT TIME) was flat on the chest.&lt;br /&gt;4. I started learning ABC in pri 1. Yes. The most fundamental 26 english alphabets.&lt;br /&gt;5. I stayed at home all alone and learnt to take care of myself since I was 5 yrs old. And hence it explained the reason why I am so independent today.&lt;br /&gt;6. I plucked H's cheek hair and watched in glee as he agonized.&lt;br /&gt;7. I get thrilled from plucking the hair on my fingers/toes and even my eyebrow with my nails.&lt;br /&gt;8. I used to be naive and childish. Which I am still very to this day.&lt;br /&gt;9. I used to crush on this guy in my pri sch class. But he didnt recipocrate that admiration. Instead, he annoucnced to the whole class during one recess that he liked XXXXXXX which is obviously not me.&lt;br /&gt;10. I get hurt easily. Very. And I hate flirts. You can be short, ugly, stupid and fat. But never a FLIRT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY BABYBOY! :D WHOOHOO AND IM SO GOING TO PROVE EVERY ONE WRONG (INCLUDING MY AND HIS PARENTS) BY MARRYING HIM.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I will. and he's the one for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-1674234244137746006?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/1674234244137746006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=1674234244137746006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1674234244137746006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1674234244137746006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-eccentric-traitshabits-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-950313312649031004</id><published>2009-01-12T02:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:23:36.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's collection of Higher Chinese O lvl result was chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;The last conscious moment I rmbed before bursting into embraces with Portia/Maderkine/Szemin/Leanne/Pearlyn was a phone call from anonymous (since I dont have caller ids).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello... where are you"&lt;br /&gt;"Who's this?"&lt;br /&gt;"PORTIA!"&lt;br /&gt;"OMG OKAY IM IN THE HALL RIGHT NOW YOU CAN COME DOWN NOW I LOVE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;And Szemin went through a major moodswing from very upset to super happy. Apparently she got the wrong result slip (it was kimyung's one) and it was a B3. So she was kinda upset. Then when she realised tht she took kimyung's instead of her own's and it was an A1 in her result slip, she bursted into tears, almost instantly. I have never seen her cried before. Haha but at least she cried because she's too happy alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and with juniors around, esp crazy portia, I can never be composed. We jumped around I jumped on Leanne and Pearlyn and I hugged and carried Mader and swang her around. Haha who asked her to be so light. Tsk and stupid Alina went off with the boy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I accompanied mader till 4pm ahha and we chatted alot. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;YOU GUYS ARE JUST SO FANTABULOUS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-950313312649031004?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/950313312649031004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=950313312649031004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/950313312649031004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/950313312649031004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-collection-of-higher-chinese-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-2123879208156538850</id><published>2009-01-08T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:04:31.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days, or rather nights have been crazy. I'm sleeping at 3am every morning as compared to the 10pm bedtime I used to follow. Mummy is irritating, she woke me up at 11 to cut veggies for her to cook. And when i sliced the carrot into small cubes, she complained it's so small, and asked if we're cooking for kindergarten kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got a new phone on wed, because my pink phone died and I cant send smses using the cameraless-non-pink-black-basic phone that I was surviving on for 2 weeks. However, I dont rlly feel jubilant for getting a new phone, I feel guilty. Guilty of making my mum to fork out $198 to pay for it. After being with H for 3 years plus, he taught me how to be frugal. I learnt not to spend money on impulse anymore. So $198 may be deemed as nothing in your eyes, but it's alot alot of money to me. Besides I've sworn to use my pink phone till I die. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people think that the reason behind why I join judo/ do anything for that matter is because of the boys. Hello, I am NOT THAT huachi as you think. I'd prefer to look at girls though. Although I look like I'm very sociable, very talkative, but that makes me neither a flirt nor a huachi. Tsk. One solid evidence will be H and I's relationship. It's been 3 yrs and ongoing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, I'm meeting szemin later whee :D&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, portia and gang on sunday/monday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shucks, at the mention of next monday, it's my doom day. D: I have to dye my hair back to black on sunday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-2123879208156538850?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/2123879208156538850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=2123879208156538850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2123879208156538850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2123879208156538850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/01/these-few-days-or-rather-nights-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-7546561355712803259</id><published>2009-01-02T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:28:01.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, before Twinnie slaughters me cause of the late picture-posting, these are the visuals on Xmas Eve with Twinnie. We managed to get some pictures while the guys were waiting for us outside the toilet hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7UR1sU3XI/AAAAAAAACbw/jbddJoyvM1M/s1600-h/P1060672edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286896415515401586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7UR1sU3XI/AAAAAAAACbw/jbddJoyvM1M/s320/P1060672edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my new wallet! pretty right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7URQqihlI/AAAAAAAACbo/8XY8qYMKNsY/s1600-h/P1060671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286896405575796306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7URQqihlI/AAAAAAAACbo/8XY8qYMKNsY/s320/P1060671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignore my flabby arms, pur-lease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7URMhpHTI/AAAAAAAACbg/3xYepbkD8kA/s1600-h/P1060665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286896404464737586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7URMhpHTI/AAAAAAAACbg/3xYepbkD8kA/s320/P1060665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7UQrXGaeI/AAAAAAAACbY/H1krHdPLHNg/s1600-h/P1060664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286896395562150370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7UQrXGaeI/AAAAAAAACbY/H1krHdPLHNg/s320/P1060664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ytd went Marina Barrage with Tee. (it was kinda boring. No F21s/ Topshops)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like topangle photos! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asked him the very question that I've probed some of you. "Imagine if we don't knw each other, and you just happen to walk past me, how old do i look to you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And his answer is classic. The same as everyone else's one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"14".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7WP7wwsZI/AAAAAAAACdI/pPdGj9gspLQ/s1600-h/P1070177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286898581808132498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7WP7wwsZI/AAAAAAAACdI/pPdGj9gspLQ/s320/P1070177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7WPRSH0qI/AAAAAAAACdA/EyItisdYTL0/s1600-h/P1070174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286898570405335714" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7WPRSH0qI/AAAAAAAACdA/EyItisdYTL0/s320/P1070174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7V8BqGWjI/AAAAAAAACc4/HZ-szPI1cdo/s1600-h/P1070173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286898239793420850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7V8BqGWjI/AAAAAAAACc4/HZ-szPI1cdo/s320/P1070173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7V8ASlCTI/AAAAAAAACcw/5ztoashY0Ac/s1600-h/P1070171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286898239426332978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7V8ASlCTI/AAAAAAAACcw/5ztoashY0Ac/s320/P1070171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7V77B_0xI/AAAAAAAACco/7dyK-L4AgXQ/s1600-h/P1070170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286898238014608146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7V77B_0xI/AAAAAAAACco/7dyK-L4AgXQ/s320/P1070170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7V7dlV6eI/AAAAAAAACcg/fCaS9l1W6Ao/s1600-h/P1070156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286898230109792738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7V7dlV6eI/AAAAAAAACcg/fCaS9l1W6Ao/s320/P1070156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7V7Gzs6_I/AAAAAAAACcY/S-TlgySxIHQ/s1600-h/P1070152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286898223996005362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7V7Gzs6_I/AAAAAAAACcY/S-TlgySxIHQ/s320/P1070152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forest Walk w baby last week. Scared the hell out of me while walking on those 10 stories-high bridges. I kept chanting to myself " This is made in singapore so it's alright right? engineered by singapore engineers so it's alright, dont be scared dont be...." But I am still very frightened. Gripping on baby's arms like a vice. Probably due to childhood's bridge phobia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7VOVhJphI/AAAAAAAACcQ/lFtMYkT5OWU/s1600-h/P1060820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286897454850614802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7VOVhJphI/AAAAAAAACcQ/lFtMYkT5OWU/s320/P1060820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7VOKlB53I/AAAAAAAACcI/tNvXENapIAM/s1600-h/P1060811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286897451914094450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7VOKlB53I/AAAAAAAACcI/tNvXENapIAM/s320/P1060811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7VN1dgUBI/AAAAAAAACcA/SNkIhdO0XGQ/s1600-h/P1060807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286897446245388306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7VN1dgUBI/AAAAAAAACcA/SNkIhdO0XGQ/s320/P1060807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7VNqc92iI/AAAAAAAACb4/ddvF02ao8VY/s1600-h/P1060759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286897443290339874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7VNqc92iI/AAAAAAAACb4/ddvF02ao8VY/s320/P1060759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-7546561355712803259?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/7546561355712803259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=7546561355712803259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7546561355712803259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7546561355712803259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-before-twinnie-slaughters-me-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SV7UR1sU3XI/AAAAAAAACbw/jbddJoyvM1M/s72-c/P1060672edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-526558510739506250</id><published>2008-12-24T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:38:27.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SVJj6PTLgYI/AAAAAAAACWQ/E2RKQl2bWis/s1600-h/P1060637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283395165049553282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SVJj6PTLgYI/AAAAAAAACWQ/E2RKQl2bWis/s320/P1060637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah baby, your eyes are scary leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SVJj53JNBqI/AAAAAAAACWI/4Hf2TfEIqUY/s1600-h/P1060634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283395158565258914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SVJj53JNBqI/AAAAAAAACWI/4Hf2TfEIqUY/s320/P1060634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SVJj5leYo5I/AAAAAAAACWA/ZsyMsLHgiCM/s1600-h/P1060633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283395153822262162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SVJj5leYo5I/AAAAAAAACWA/ZsyMsLHgiCM/s320/P1060633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SVJj5WGHZpI/AAAAAAAACVw/t27iLR6sRhk/s1600-h/P1060629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283395149693937298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SVJj5WGHZpI/AAAAAAAACVw/t27iLR6sRhk/s320/P1060629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby kinda tried hard to get his face into the pictures so uhm that's how we embarked on this camwhore session. It has got to blame on that girl who was half an hour late for the meetup (wtf Im always always early) also. Beacuse of her, we ended up having nothing else to do, sitting on the bench at the platform. (zzz) and then we started camwhoring yay! haaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unknowingly, I had a double date with twinnie &amp;amp; her Teo tonight, which was quite weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the xmas presents from baby( a new Hello kitty wallet yay Im into HK now dont ask me why) and the ear studs from twinnie :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most imptly, Merry Xmas peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've received some smses from you guys and it's rlly heartwarming :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yay XOXO hugs kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-526558510739506250?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/526558510739506250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=526558510739506250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/526558510739506250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/526558510739506250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/12/woah-baby-your-eyes-are-scary-leh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SVJj6PTLgYI/AAAAAAAACWQ/E2RKQl2bWis/s72-c/P1060637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-7127925611211381278</id><published>2008-12-22T07:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:43:03.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging again and so frequently because i'm high today!&lt;br /&gt;okay but look, it's 11.25pm alrdy so dont expect much decent post from me now. My head is spinning and spinning, my eyes are forced opened, and I am feeling very, very drowsy. You can ask h. I yawned and yawned all th way home, till tears welled up and seems like I'm sobbing but I'm not. Okay fine WE yawned. H too. Th moment i started yawning, he followed. And sometimes we yawned together. So basically, we yawned throughout the WHOLE busride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sticky Rice for the Thai Laksa again!!! Im so happy about it cause it's been a few weeks since I last ate it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before that I had some window shopping. Because H and I will be going to Sentosa soon, it's time t get myself a decent bikinis (okay fine bikinis are not meant to be decent, but whatever). So I saw this Topshop Sailor Bikinis online and I bargained $10 off and there's a bow between the cups!!!!! omg and it's RED!!! can you believe it? BNWT somemore. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I cant try it before I can purchase, so I went to try out th Reef / volcrom bikinis? and I chose a tankini and a bikini, both in red. Tankini looks great, it's not revealing my tummy and all, and yet it's qute hot. but it's a tad too small and tight for me. :( whereas the bikini is liek walao eh, even my bra covers more than the bikini okay. Seriously. Its wayyyy too skimpy. Wayyyy to easy to zao geng. Totally tarnished my alrdy very little confidence of wearing bikinis out. Okay fine, not like I dont have th figure to wear it out. In fact, I think I look alright in them, but just that I dont want to dress till so skimpily and attract unwanted attention. and I dont feel at ease for having people to look at me and my body, and I totally cant stand them harboring outrageous thoughts and imaginations in their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you I'm conservative.&lt;br /&gt;I dont go nightclubs too. (cant go anyw, I'll just fall aslp at 11 or smth)&lt;br /&gt;but I bought this shiny sequin dress meant for clubbing. HAHA right szemin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. H wants t get me a new wallet. "Time for you to get over the era" as he calls it. "NOOOO my winnie the pooh wallet is not spoilt yet!!!!" I retaliated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;oh I think I have a pic of the topshop bikinis and the black sequin dress.&lt;br /&gt;What'd you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SU-1NuTVLdI/AAAAAAAACUw/1BXO6_ocRFk/s1600-h/P1060526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282640135300918738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SU-1NuTVLdI/AAAAAAAACUw/1BXO6_ocRFk/s320/P1060526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SU-1NQ9fcDI/AAAAAAAACUo/c0gqM_O9FQg/s1600-h/Topshop+Red+Sailor+Bikini+Set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282640127424688178" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SU-1NQ9fcDI/AAAAAAAACUo/c0gqM_O9FQg/s320/Topshop+Red+Sailor+Bikini+Set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-7127925611211381278?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/7127925611211381278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=7127925611211381278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7127925611211381278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7127925611211381278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-blogging-again-and-so-frequently.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SU-1NuTVLdI/AAAAAAAACUw/1BXO6_ocRFk/s72-c/P1060526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-6988177967814180320</id><published>2008-12-17T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:53:20.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kinda happy to see my treammates after such a long whilee. And I think Hoiman is nice to me, even though she is at loggerheads with me tonight. I vaguely rmbed relling her "You're going Japan? OKay yay can you get me smth Hello Kitty in Japan? I d k why but I'm kinda sooooo into hello kitty nowadays!" Guess what, she bought me this bowhairtie with hello kitty on top! hehhehh and it was wrapped in a nce goodie bag with her name sticker sealing the ends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teammates are forever!&lt;br /&gt;Teammates ftw!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh and nick got me this judo handphone chain from japan too (seems like everyone has gone to Japan this hol huh, even Emma went to japan!) which I think is super cool. In singapore, where the practice of Judo is limited to a very small group of people, there arent any shops selling accessories embedded with judo elements.&lt;br /&gt;(which is quite sad la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we came to a consensus. We're not joining back.&lt;br /&gt;Since Hoiman and Emma are not joining back, nick and I decided not to as well.&lt;br /&gt;Nick seems to be extremely depressed from Faith's calls, Madeline's smses and Peijin's emails. Haha. She's so pro in Judo, of course people would want her to stay. That's why, I (and the rest) dont receive any other calls/emails other than the one that peijin has sent to everyone. Heard that trng now is like on full blast, damn hard. I miss my sec1 juniors I miss Leanne, Portieh, Pearlyn and Alina hahhah. I miss madeline, I miss Jingfang. :(&lt;br /&gt;Had Secret Recipe for dinner, and the main course suckssss I got scammed my $$ . $10 for 5 pieces of thin pasta? and a small bun. Yeah that's not even enough to fill up my mouth okay, not to mention, my tummy. So had to add-on order a slice of white chocolate cake since white chocolate is my favourite chocolate (AlthoughHoiman insists that white chocolate is;nt chocolate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm quite pleased with myself today. I've just stringed tgt a Hello Kitty Bracelet! heh heh. Sense of accomplishment mmhmmm... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I shall bake for my friends this xmas. Will start baking , like tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;szemin, twinnie, yoonsiang, Qianwen and maybe gorgor if im seeing him I miss him too :(&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt appear in my msn list anymore :( Perhaps he's blocked me or smth i d k.&lt;br /&gt;Tried calling him once too, and nobody picks up/calls back.&lt;br /&gt;He's rllllllly nice to me during th peiying p5 camp. x infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay baby dont get jealous or anyth k youre still the best and youre still the nicest to me.&lt;br /&gt;-insertssmoochies-&lt;br /&gt;Love you eternally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-6988177967814180320?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/6988177967814180320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=6988177967814180320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/6988177967814180320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/6988177967814180320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-kinda-happy-to-see-my-treammates.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-5303376896500403542</id><published>2008-12-15T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:53:43.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Qianwen finally called me today!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY! (at the airport) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;She's like disappeared from the surface of planet Earth la.&lt;br /&gt;She flew to melbourne at the very night I returned to sing with h's brother on the same flight as me, damn suay la. So we didnt see each other for 4 weeks!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h's brother is so what la can.&lt;br /&gt;Go and tell h's juniors that "His gf ah, I see alot of times alrdy." "pretty not?" "Ugly like shit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friday is the big day we've been waiting for and yet I dont knw what to do for him / what to buy for him. Whereas, he earned $700++ from his stocks hehhehh :D&lt;br /&gt;("want to buy you a ring" as so he claims.&lt;br /&gt;" NOO SO EX. Just get me a piglet toyring I can still showoff to my friends &amp;amp; colleagues about my piglet (engagement) ring :D Other than that, I want Tiffany's or Cartier's Diamond ring for our wedding rings...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he bought me a hello kitty ring ytd hahaha and he knelt down and put it on my finger! the ring is freaking cute I tell you nyehnyehzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll save up the money right, honey?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, meeting with szemin this friday too yayyyness x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmrw, baby and I are going back to the Thai rest for dinner (I hope) yay I miss the Laksa. Recently we tend to try eating out at diff rests and the first one was the Thai one and their food rocks! Even h agrees with me:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm desperate for some ideas to surprise h pleasantly on friday, so much to the extent that I went googling "Romantic things to do for boyfriend" , "Surprises for boyfriend on anniversary" etc etc. So loser right? I know. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind's not working properly now.&lt;br /&gt;(it's almost 11pm!!!! 2 hrs past my bedtime :( )&lt;br /&gt;ya and I hope you can get the gist from my incoherent ranting today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-5303376896500403542?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/5303376896500403542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=5303376896500403542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5303376896500403542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5303376896500403542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/12/qianwen-finally-called-me-today-yay-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-4275874697843850652</id><published>2008-12-12T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:48:06.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI_KB-ZMUI/AAAAAAAACTg/ABHltYovAvk/s1600-h/P1060305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278851154793017666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI_KB-ZMUI/AAAAAAAACTg/ABHltYovAvk/s320/P1060305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI-zp1RHMI/AAAAAAAACTY/Uw52kT82aEo/s1600-h/P1060308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278850770355166402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI-zp1RHMI/AAAAAAAACTY/Uw52kT82aEo/s320/P1060308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI-zFjYwLI/AAAAAAAACTQ/W4P_k42qdbw/s1600-h/P1060301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278850760616493234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI-zFjYwLI/AAAAAAAACTQ/W4P_k42qdbw/s320/P1060301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI-y_nPF1I/AAAAAAAACTI/6HukxTxpNII/s1600-h/P1060299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278850759022024530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI-y_nPF1I/AAAAAAAACTI/6HukxTxpNII/s320/P1060299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI-yWh6d0I/AAAAAAAACTA/LpGztk7TTn0/s1600-h/P1060293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278850747993847618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI-yWh6d0I/AAAAAAAACTA/LpGztk7TTn0/s320/P1060293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI-x_0WSyI/AAAAAAAACS4/LUNM43p9hy4/s1600-h/P1060291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278850741897153314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI-x_0WSyI/AAAAAAAACS4/LUNM43p9hy4/s320/P1060291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point form, Point form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Vivo shopping with buddy ytd, found great bargains at F21 (not surprisingly). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Changed out to the new outfit I bought immediately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I look hideous in the photos due to the severe lack of undisturbed sleep at h's house. (the blanket is so thin:( &amp;amp; the fact that I cried for 1 hour in front of mother-in-law-to-be)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Got high after trying to jump for some failed-jumpshots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hair was in a huge mess as an result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Forgot to bring my comb when I went to stayover at h's house (we didnt sleep tgt fyi, he was in camp)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ys is highly amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I think I'll reconsider to study medicine (gynae!) after what ys said. (does NOT need to take bio at jc / as long as I work hard enough, it shouldnt be THAT difficult afterall)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Maybe I'll consider overseas universities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Met up with pri-sch-till-now bestie yuxi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;(Somehow, most of my close friends have names start with y, like me. Yuxi, Yushi, Yoonsiang. HAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-we talked for 2 hours straight face to face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-4275874697843850652?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/4275874697843850652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=4275874697843850652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/4275874697843850652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/4275874697843850652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/12/point-form-point-form.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SUI_KB-ZMUI/AAAAAAAACTg/ABHltYovAvk/s72-c/P1060305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-1633220667694970191</id><published>2008-12-09T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:43:57.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/ST8QYTao0VI/AAAAAAAACRo/JjFPfp8C7JI/s1600-h/P1060214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277955298016416082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/ST8QYTao0VI/AAAAAAAACRo/JjFPfp8C7JI/s320/P1060214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/ST8QYMhuWAI/AAAAAAAACRg/w6NHLcT24EA/s1600-h/P1060235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277955296167090178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/ST8QYMhuWAI/AAAAAAAACRg/w6NHLcT24EA/s320/P1060235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class gathering for 6A '04 &amp;amp; '02.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will rmb all the fun and laughter we had during the the dares and jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit, i cant bid during bridge, and I MUST not pair with the xing yang de. AHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-1633220667694970191?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/1633220667694970191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=1633220667694970191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1633220667694970191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1633220667694970191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/12/class-gathering-for-6a-04-02.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/ST8QYTao0VI/AAAAAAAACRo/JjFPfp8C7JI/s72-c/P1060214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-2650752125239455212</id><published>2008-12-04T05:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:17:22.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURE SPAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiKn3hSJZI/AAAAAAAACMk/xuWjSXZhVFw/s1600-h/P1050995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276119380987618706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiKn3hSJZI/AAAAAAAACMk/xuWjSXZhVFw/s320/P1050995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Met up with Twinnie / Bitch / Bestie at Bugis ytd. It's always these few locations: Orchard, Bugis, Vivocity for us to shop in Sinagpore.  As compared to Taiwan / Hongkong, Singapore is rlly pathetic &amp;amp; boring. Twinnie dyed the same colour as my hair, or rather we dyed the same colour! (without consulting each other!) yay great minds think alike. She's late (as usual) &amp;amp; wears black (as usual, too). Have been trying my bestest to convince her to wear smth else other than black, white and grey. I totally love the gifts that she bopught for me in Taiwan! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiJZjwwNyI/AAAAAAAACMM/s16XMP1VFNU/s1600-h/P1060013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276118035653998370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiJZjwwNyI/AAAAAAAACMM/s16XMP1VFNU/s320/P1060013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a uhm, very cute pantie (expected). She loves to buy panties x infinite. Haha we are rlly twinnies. I love to buy bras (the bra I wore out with her has the same pattern as her new umbrella. Pink polka dotted. :D) whereas she loves to buy panties. "So we can exchange mahh" HAHA STUPID BITCH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiKpMETTYI/AAAAAAAACM8/cTPKUCRfWrM/s1600-h/P1060009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiKomfRCCI/AAAAAAAACM0/WxxWvozUZSM/s1600-h/P1060012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276119393595623458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiKomfRCCI/AAAAAAAACM0/WxxWvozUZSM/s320/P1060012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Look, who's bullying who."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiKoZdWe8I/AAAAAAAACMs/Z6LjSWBjCNg/s1600-h/P1060024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276119390097931202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiKoZdWe8I/AAAAAAAACMs/Z6LjSWBjCNg/s320/P1060024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiKpMETTYI/AAAAAAAACM8/cTPKUCRfWrM/s1600-h/P1060009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276119403683073410" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiKpMETTYI/AAAAAAAACM8/cTPKUCRfWrM/s320/P1060009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiJaawdOsI/AAAAAAAACMc/vDAqX2cffKQ/s1600-h/P1060007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276118050416704194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiJaawdOsI/AAAAAAAACMc/vDAqX2cffKQ/s320/P1060007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiJZ0J3SxI/AAAAAAAACMU/d0maPPEJFmo/s1600-h/P1060010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276118040054287122" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiJZ0J3SxI/AAAAAAAACMU/d0maPPEJFmo/s320/P1060010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiJZCXNJ0I/AAAAAAAACME/hQRifMmTli8/s1600-h/P1060023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276118026688472898" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiJZCXNJ0I/AAAAAAAACME/hQRifMmTli8/s320/P1060023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiJYnn1hjI/AAAAAAAACL8/Et8Dbu3_Mtk/s1600-h/P1060026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276118019510470194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiJYnn1hjI/AAAAAAAACL8/Et8Dbu3_Mtk/s320/P1060026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfjoQM0jXI/AAAAAAAACKU/v28Zgh-2I1c/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275935769170840946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfjoQM0jXI/AAAAAAAACKU/v28Zgh-2I1c/s320/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfjoAUEkwI/AAAAAAAACKM/_rQSy0TfbdU/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275935764906283778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfjoAUEkwI/AAAAAAAACKM/_rQSy0TfbdU/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my free Starbucks Ice blended Mocha, have you? :D&lt;br /&gt;On my psp playing Locoroco 2 (yay they have Locoroco 2!!) while bitch is talking on the phone to another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfjnOckuHI/AAAAAAAACKE/d-DUxQGoM6c/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275935751520172146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfjnOckuHI/AAAAAAAACKE/d-DUxQGoM6c/s320/DSC00165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfjm8dXvKI/AAAAAAAACJ8/_xCtFpLn8-0/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275935746691677346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfjm8dXvKI/AAAAAAAACJ8/_xCtFpLn8-0/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STflsdGPJlI/AAAAAAAACL0/J4CZZSJ9QJE/s1600-h/P1060031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275938040375617106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STflsdGPJlI/AAAAAAAACL0/J4CZZSJ9QJE/s320/P1060031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STflOume5kI/AAAAAAAACLs/-jkKnPFwdkc/s1600-h/P1060032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275937529678194242" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STflOume5kI/AAAAAAAACLs/-jkKnPFwdkc/s320/P1060032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fav. of all times/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STflOC8hQJI/AAAAAAAACLk/KHROHlberdw/s1600-h/P1060034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275937517959463058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STflOC8hQJI/AAAAAAAACLk/KHROHlberdw/s320/P1060034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love Shopping! (the arrow is pointing to an awkward direction :O Didnt realise it until peiyi told me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STflNlqWkyI/AAAAAAAACLc/tRWMpGIcQ88/s1600-h/P1060037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275937510098637602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STflNlqWkyI/AAAAAAAACLc/tRWMpGIcQ88/s320/P1060037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection! :D Look at my exploded hair and the volume it took up. Fortunately, it makes my body look slimmer and my face smaller relatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I went Hawaii Beach to suntan, and got heatstroke and sunburn in the end. My hair got exploded. Because I lied with my face buried in the white glistening sand, my fringe is straight...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STflNU-Hc1I/AAAAAAAACLU/H5JgOffN9Fs/s1600-h/P1060038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275937505618129746" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STflNU-Hc1I/AAAAAAAACLU/H5JgOffN9Fs/s320/P1060038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STflNFjLC9I/AAAAAAAACLM/1n5zZuekroE/s1600-h/P1060048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275937501478587346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STflNFjLC9I/AAAAAAAACLM/1n5zZuekroE/s320/P1060048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My prettayye pink nails (yay alliteration) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought it at Sasa in HK! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiKpeWegMI/AAAAAAAACNE/jQ9Y0qyzRP8/s1600-h/P1060004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276119408591143106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiKpeWegMI/AAAAAAAACNE/jQ9Y0qyzRP8/s320/P1060004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pink nails again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfkMHxipnI/AAAAAAAACLE/Fo5PcfxJVBw/s1600-h/P1060049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275936385384228466" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfkMHxipnI/AAAAAAAACLE/Fo5PcfxJVBw/s320/P1060049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My bitch is a model wannabe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfkMOsgaUI/AAAAAAAACK8/MIL-k7zw9OM/s1600-h/P1060051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275936387242158402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfkMOsgaUI/AAAAAAAACK8/MIL-k7zw9OM/s320/P1060051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfkL3nizBI/AAAAAAAACK0/veWnTWhtMYs/s1600-h/P1060054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275936381047327762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfkL3nizBI/AAAAAAAACK0/veWnTWhtMYs/s320/P1060054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfkLs08EyI/AAAAAAAACKs/nSv3DsrP_fY/s1600-h/P1060057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275936378150720290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfkLs08EyI/AAAAAAAACKs/nSv3DsrP_fY/s320/P1060057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfkLkeBJSI/AAAAAAAACKk/ydQw9vp5v9s/s1600-h/P1060058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275936375907099938" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfkLkeBJSI/AAAAAAAACKk/ydQw9vp5v9s/s320/P1060058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bows she bought for me became our props, like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfjojyIcuI/AAAAAAAACKc/-iFuyNAlYAk/s1600-h/P1060063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275935774427607778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STfjojyIcuI/AAAAAAAACKc/-iFuyNAlYAk/s320/P1060063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doughtnuts for dinner :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-2650752125239455212?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/2650752125239455212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=2650752125239455212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2650752125239455212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2650752125239455212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-spam-ive-got-my-free-starbucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STiKn3hSJZI/AAAAAAAACMk/xuWjSXZhVFw/s72-c/P1050995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-7606900724192715732</id><published>2008-11-29T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T04:19:24.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi baby this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STEyfweMqaI/AAAAAAAACGc/b-d22SzM7ls/s1600-h/P1050943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274052159796455842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STEyfweMqaI/AAAAAAAACGc/b-d22SzM7ls/s320/P1050943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look disgusting in my new hair.(although people think that I look like a dolll now, but no no, I think I look like an authentic moleless Phua Chua Kang here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STEyfb4iIsI/AAAAAAAACGU/FYGHUkxjGnc/s1600-h/P1050930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274052154269770434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STEyfb4iIsI/AAAAAAAACGU/FYGHUkxjGnc/s320/P1050930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STEyeausJtI/AAAAAAAACGM/Q7RLv7L3_3A/s1600-h/P1050929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274052136780179154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STEyeausJtI/AAAAAAAACGM/Q7RLv7L3_3A/s320/P1050929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ldont look like myself in make up right? Too pretty to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Look at the complexion on my face and compare it to the flesh on my neck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-7606900724192715732?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/7606900724192715732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=7606900724192715732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7606900724192715732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7606900724192715732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-baby-this-is-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/STEyfweMqaI/AAAAAAAACGc/b-d22SzM7ls/s72-c/P1050943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-5400406967159399206</id><published>2008-11-26T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:44:24.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emma is being too kind. She took pics of jap girls for my viewing pleasure (ahha sounds wrong right). :D In return, I took pic of myself in piles of makeup + fake eyelashes and will be uploading it for her. Fake eyelashes are super uncomfortable. I cant even blink naturally after putting them on, makes me wonder how can Xiaxue / Celestechen stand this kind of misery every day? For someone who detests makeup (to a large extent), it's my first time witnessing how my pale yellowish skin transform into a wayy more fair complexion. The girl who helped me with the makeup dusted alot of the powder on my face. Seriously. Mummy said I became pretty after that (she alway comments like how ugly I am , how small my eyes are , how tanned I am &amp;amp; the list goes on........), thus, she wants me to remain as it was at the expense of my irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will ulpload the photo by tmrw, (emma !) I promise. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkong mrt or mtr is very good. way more urbanized than sg's mrt. Hk has bakery shops / Seven Eleven outlets / fashion retail outlets inside the mtr stations and even computer + internet access in some of the stations as well! That's where I got my first chance to email H in less than 3mins. Like what Yoonsiang said, the mtr is even more crowded than sg's during the peak period. You have to squeeeeze (orange squeeeze :D) and crammmmmed youself onto the train. The only comforting fact is that you're not squeezing with eerie-smelling foreign workers / fat ah puis cause hkers are all very slim + the vast majority people living in hk is chinese. I see angmohs on the train before, but not indians. I dont mind taking public transport with them, but their distinctive ethnic fragrance tends to smolder me. Esp when I have to pass by Little India station if there's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the girls here are very pretty + slim + dress up rlly well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood what qianwen meant. It'll be nice to stay in a four season country where you can experience winter and you can wear winter cloat and boots :D Most hk girls are pretty. Out fo the 10 hk women that walked past me, 9 are pretty + slim + dressed with style. I found my eye trailing after a pretty hk woman quite frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in Hk is very ex to afford. Very / Extremely. Their taxi fares are ridiculous. They charge HK$5 for every luggage that you put into the back of the car (I forgot what it is called momentarily, but you get the idea) &amp;amp; also, you have to tip the driver as well. The mineral water there is selling at about HK$14 for a normal brand. Fking ex pls? tsk. And Ladies' street goods are overpriced too. HK$100 for a pair of leggings?! tsk I tried to bargain but failed miserably. Maybe they know Im a foreigner cause I cant speak cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping in Shenzhen + Huang shi + Taobao is much better. Cheap buys. Cheap Bragains. Cheap bras. Cheap boots. WHOOO. ( I just used paibi xiu ci shou fa ) HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shall go watch a movie on tv now. Watch out for my photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-5400406967159399206?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/5400406967159399206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=5400406967159399206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5400406967159399206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5400406967159399206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/11/emma-is-being-too-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-6959328133321180173</id><published>2008-11-21T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:15:10.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hongkong Disneyland was such a diss. Smaller and much dirtier than I'd expected. The stupid people there (mostly mainland chinese) loves to cut queues / dont queue at all. (so uncivilised) I got a piglet, a pink basket and 3 keychains from the gift shop there. It's so expensive okay. All I had was HK500 dollar in my wallet and I went Disneyland ALONE. After bying those + my lunch + my dinner, I became quite penniless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My period came very very late this month. And it's amusing that it came right after I painted my nails red. We went to shenzhen + huangshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the warmth i singapore it's too cold here. I miss you even more badly :(　&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-6959328133321180173?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/6959328133321180173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=6959328133321180173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/6959328133321180173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/6959328133321180173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/11/hongkong-disneyland-was-such-diss.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-1075100999473163058</id><published>2008-11-17T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:03:26.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay shucks Im flying off tmrw, and not wed. I kept thinking it's wed =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby I'll miss you veryveryvery badly when Im not in sg :( I will bring xiaoxiaozhu along with me and hug it to sleep hehhehh, or look at our photos in my phone, Oh I can bring your letters with me too. Let's wear the family tees for a picnic after I come back okay? I will try to email you as much as possible dont worry (: Okay I think I totally failed at trying to be mushy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qianwen just came back from hk and Im flying there tmrw. (why cant she stay longer)&lt;br /&gt;"you can wear all your leggings there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine my joy when i heard that? I've packed all of my leggings in and Im going to wear one pair each day (I think I will have a few pairs of leftover leggings though). Actl I've done most of my shopping in taobao, and sort of finalised the list. Its 11pages long with font size 11. I forgot to buy bags as well as Im too engrossed in ensembling my bootie army. (at least 7 pairs of boots!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-1075100999473163058?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/1075100999473163058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=1075100999473163058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1075100999473163058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/1075100999473163058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-shucks-im-flying-off-tmrw-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-2650064986771884724</id><published>2008-11-14T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T05:35:31.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NTU CEE attachment is over :(&lt;br /&gt;I thought one week is a long period, and yet time flies and soon, it's friday and we have to say goodbye to prof Lim (I like him!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is this rlly rlly rlly rllly x infinite nice professor who taught us not only the topics like Hydrostatic forces / Impact of a jet, but also some values in life. I enjoyed the attachment to the extent that I wish to continue because of him (Szemin you too right? :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hes in the pic below! (I took it using my phone self timer heh heh and my cam was sitting on top of my picnic basket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SR170F0AKRI/AAAAAAAACFU/g_swbtT9-aQ/s1600-h/P1050855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268503273937053970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SR170F0AKRI/AAAAAAAACFU/g_swbtT9-aQ/s320/P1050855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SR17z5HVugI/AAAAAAAACFM/BPhqDOQTU1U/s1600-h/P1050837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268503270528498178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SR17z5HVugI/AAAAAAAACFM/BPhqDOQTU1U/s320/P1050837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SR17zQ9h8CI/AAAAAAAACFE/FmYQ3Ed8rmE/s1600-h/P1050835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268503259749937186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SR17zQ9h8CI/AAAAAAAACFE/FmYQ3Ed8rmE/s320/P1050835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to have picnic on the last day at the rooftop garden. It has a breathtaking bird eye's view of the greenery around NTU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SR17y8n1XbI/AAAAAAAACE8/f322i6RAH-Y/s1600-h/P1050785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268503254290226610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SR17y8n1XbI/AAAAAAAACE8/f322i6RAH-Y/s320/P1050785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their library!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NTU is rlly huge, larger than nanyang by 100 times at least. Not exegerating, Im speaking the truth, nothing but the truth. They have like 100++ lecture theatres and god-knows-how-many labs for conducting experiments. Very easy to get lost in NTU, extremely. Until now, I cant recognise the way to CADD lab / Environmental lab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I think I have developed this secret admiration for Prof philips wong. He resembles my uncle and he is eloquent, most imptly, he was the top student from NTU who got the scholarship to complete his phD in Stanford University! Same goes to Prof Tang Chu Yang but too bad, he spoke with a weird accent during leature which serves only one purpose, that is to put me to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have yet started to pack my luggage for next wed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grrrrrh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(however Im pretty excited cause I'll be getting my Fuji Instant Cam hello kitty version + 20 packets of films + 20 winnie the pooh ones! :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-2650064986771884724?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/2650064986771884724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=2650064986771884724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2650064986771884724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2650064986771884724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/11/ntu-cee-attachment-is-over-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SR170F0AKRI/AAAAAAAACFU/g_swbtT9-aQ/s72-c/P1050855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-7883336919781949404</id><published>2008-11-06T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T05:43:55.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SRLz_eUcRHI/AAAAAAAABpw/NxT4Cb6LMBo/s1600-h/iDoDz7nrk6tQafpZl3ydCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265539186145641586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SRLz_eUcRHI/AAAAAAAABpw/NxT4Cb6LMBo/s320/iDoDz7nrk6tQafpZl3ydCA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SRLz_D03GsI/AAAAAAAABpo/RRSKaW3TafY/s1600-h/msipKovZtiEBUOUSmy14xg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265539179033860802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SRLz_D03GsI/AAAAAAAABpo/RRSKaW3TafY/s320/msipKovZtiEBUOUSmy14xg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O lvls are over !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yayz and I think it was easy. At least easier than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmmm, have been spending alot these days :( buying many many tees this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(right szemin?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tired + broke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which left me rather speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just came home not long ago. Brought H to the yummy Wanton Mee place in Cuppage, and I am still craving for it now ! omg. I think I will make it one of my must-gos in my orchard itinerary. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-7883336919781949404?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/7883336919781949404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=7883336919781949404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7883336919781949404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7883336919781949404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-lvls-are-over-yayz-and-i-think-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SRLz_eUcRHI/AAAAAAAABpw/NxT4Cb6LMBo/s72-c/iDoDz7nrk6tQafpZl3ydCA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-5850154900387733244</id><published>2008-10-26T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:47:50.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SQRz9q9ZspI/AAAAAAAABoA/BfWiWS6SivA/s1600-h/P1050621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261457768016622226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SQRz9q9ZspI/AAAAAAAABoA/BfWiWS6SivA/s320/P1050621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SQRz8oTy_8I/AAAAAAAABn4/y3L_PFZDqXY/s1600-h/P1050613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261457750125379522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SQRz8oTy_8I/AAAAAAAABn4/y3L_PFZDqXY/s320/P1050613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SQRz8AUtMtI/AAAAAAAABnw/S2BZdkN_G1s/s1600-h/P1050555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261457739391775442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SQRz8AUtMtI/AAAAAAAABnw/S2BZdkN_G1s/s320/P1050555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SQRz7T_oeKI/AAAAAAAABno/WaaTukKd5OI/s1600-h/P1050531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261457727492225186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SQRz7T_oeKI/AAAAAAAABno/WaaTukKd5OI/s320/P1050531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SQRz6zPruiI/AAAAAAAABng/k5r-mkrlDVs/s1600-h/P1050503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261457718701177378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SQRz6zPruiI/AAAAAAAABng/k5r-mkrlDVs/s320/P1050503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, hunny, always and 4eva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, I meant it when I said 4eva. My life's full of uncertainties, however, there is one thing I am vehemently sure, that is, I will only marry you and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Getting married, have our own children (yes, children, not child.), grow old together and we'll still hold hands and shop in F21 (if it still exists 39483 years later) together like we did today hahaha, and you'll still be shocked when you saw me scurrying towards you with 9-20 pieces of clothings to try while you're queueing up for me outside the fitting room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not good with words at all, I will prove it to you with my actions baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actions speak louder than words, afterall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-5850154900387733244?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/5850154900387733244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=5850154900387733244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5850154900387733244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/5850154900387733244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you-hunny-always-and-4eva-trust.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SQRz9q9ZspI/AAAAAAAABoA/BfWiWS6SivA/s72-c/P1050621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-6610150497234310509</id><published>2008-10-25T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:01:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry but we all know you will fucking break her heart and she will end up like Kelly / your 98520984095 ex girlfriends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eugene is dating Alina. " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;" HUH WE MUST PROTECT ALINA. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay and since you sound so pathetic in your posts I will tell storyzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;On how your ex(es) will keep talking to me to try to suck up or smethg so that you will (L) them 4eva and how they all stop talking when you BU / Dump?&lt;br /&gt;On how some of them will repeat cycle since you recycle ( SAVE THE EARTH ) girlfriends /ex(es)&lt;br /&gt;On how people can call me and say things like, " I have come to a conclusion that your brother turn girls lesbian " ( Even though it is 99% untrue but X is rly like that now. )&lt;br /&gt;On how you tell your friends that girls are toys, what.&lt;br /&gt;On how easy it is for you to BU / Dump / find new girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe will update. I am already too much of a bitch here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how many ex-girlfriends do you have again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken this from a friend's blog, not sure if she wants to be named, but... the moment I read it I was like " HAHAHAH OMG DAMN FUCKING TRUE" and this feeling sort of reverberated in my mind for quite a while.. I cant be bother to think like, whether by doing this will hurt his feelings or not cause seriously, I dont rlly care. So what if we used t be on good terms and quite close. People always change, and he changed rlly fast. Then slowly, the whole idea began to sink in comfortably. He is a blah, and he won't change, a leopard never changes its spots, rmb? No matter how hard I tried to convince myself, eh maybe he's not as bad as what I thought, after all those rumours / gossipings about him from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Eugene, you know him? ya la he's like that one, even before I knew he broke up, he got a new gf now alrdy!" - friend xyz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have demarcated clearly and subtly, the fine line of friendship and relationship with all of my friends, regardless of males or females, but sometimes my heart do skip a beat when I see a chiobu though, I didn't feel much affected as her but I've learnt my lesson well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 知人知面不知心。&lt;br /&gt;江山难改，本性难移。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be more careful abt juding a person / potential good friend next time.&lt;br /&gt;But I think friend xyz is trustworthy :D I mean I have known him since sec1 I think and he has always been very very very nice, not to me only, but to others too.  He is still very nice now, to me or to szemin or to any other friend. And I sorta know H through him too. So must rlly treasure friend xyz before I cant anymore. Time is running short for him. :(&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss him when he's gone. (as a friend)&lt;br /&gt;But he promised me he'll come back one day (hopefully he meant it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-6610150497234310509?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/6610150497234310509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=6610150497234310509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/6610150497234310509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/6610150497234310509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-but-we-all-know-you-will-fucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-582879129390867720</id><published>2008-10-25T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T07:33:43.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's pretty much monotonous now, for us the sec 4s, specifically.&lt;br /&gt;Juniors are having their post-exams activities.&lt;br /&gt;Like, badminton inter-class tournaments or etc. Smth that sounds fun, smth that sounds better than "Intensive Chinese Training Everyday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I just wanna get a life, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of my rantings.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to Szemin's church for some event, like their performance is freaking coool yeah. And their band is very gooooood too, I think the drummer is cool haha he can survive without the headphone thingy. And then this looked-like-25yrs-old-but-actually-she-is-only-17 girl went up the stage t share with us her experience, about how God has transformed her from a rebellous girl to a better person... Okay crap im too lazy to type out the whole stroy out...&lt;br /&gt;but actually I think otherwise, I dont think it's God who helped her you know, overcome the difficulties of that time.. but rather, as she grew elder and matured in her thinings, she will eventually realise that it wasn't right to do all those rebellous things like breaking her curfews everyday blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met the girl who bought $65 worth of things from me today too. I was hoping like mad that she won't turn out to be a deadbuyer cause I'm having several deadbuyers within this 2 weeks which suckkkkks I hate deadbuyers to the coreee!&lt;br /&gt;And then turns out to be me being 10 mins late. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting h tmrw, shall I wear my $10 zebra print dress or the F21 leggings or the F21 tee ?&lt;br /&gt;Spent over $100 this week .&lt;br /&gt;F21 leggings - $18&lt;br /&gt;F21 tee - $28&lt;br /&gt;F21 tee -$19.20&lt;br /&gt;Topshop skirt - $49&lt;br /&gt;Topshop skirt - $29 (bought it on sale hehhe saved $30)&lt;br /&gt;F21 highwaist denim shorts - $30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. Bank acc is dying, luckily she revived it hoho she's my saviourrr! :D&lt;br /&gt;I kept on buying clothes and buying and buying but didnt wear them out yet. Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-582879129390867720?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/582879129390867720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=582879129390867720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/582879129390867720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/582879129390867720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifes-pretty-much-monotonous-now-for-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-8491973632008581460</id><published>2008-10-23T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:47:51.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so like eoys are over and results are given to us and lss is gone (YAY!!!).&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe how careless I am I got merely 75 for math paper1. Was dreading paper 2 cause I thought I got the 12 mark long division and partial fraction question wrong, furthermore, I didnt have time to do the last 8 mark question on integration. All to bve blamed on the 12 mark question. I was checking and checking that question, got different answers each time and then I gave up, realising taht I've spent half hour checking, resulting in not enough time for the last question. And yet, I got higher marks in my paper 2. 78.&lt;br /&gt;Haha my math marks are fluctuating like mad.&lt;br /&gt;Term2 was like 80, term3 was like 40? Big fat E8.&lt;br /&gt;so finally eoy I got an A1 ! :D&lt;br /&gt;And finally I can overcome my phobia of failing eoy math, like last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, if all of my calculations are right, I will get MSG of 1.4 I think.&lt;br /&gt;Damn my LA damn the 2 marks that made me drop to A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said on my marks.&lt;br /&gt;I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the hcjc uniform too, it makes my already yellowish skin looks even more like soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, and yoonsiang is going australia next yr ):&lt;br /&gt;losing another nice nice friend....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-8491973632008581460?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/8491973632008581460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=8491973632008581460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8491973632008581460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/8491973632008581460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-so-like-eoys-are-over-and-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-2534777408222580645</id><published>2008-10-18T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:13:56.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPnBkIrNqcI/AAAAAAAABkw/itSjVBuV-TQ/s1600-h/P1050386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258446866479950274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPnBkIrNqcI/AAAAAAAABkw/itSjVBuV-TQ/s320/P1050386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you hunny(horny) bunny, with all of my heart, body &amp;amp; soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this girl's journal. And I realised I cant stand the way she's trying so damn hard to make herself seems cool. Okay fine, haha not revealing who is she, but she's someone I dont know, and yet I talked to before. Make a guess, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By having a DSLR, itself alone, doesn't make you a "cool" person, it is about whether you have the photography skills to take artistic photos. The camera doesn't mean anyth at all. Okay, fine maybe youre just too rich, living in a HDB. But the photos you took, are like, walao, even worse than me can. I mean, I am not someone who has the skills to do so, but at least, I dont photoshop my pictures. What she did, was to photoshop some scenary shot and said this is true photography. Wow, how "true" indeed. Hey, but dont get me wrong, I didnt say that was not right. I mean, she is totally entitled to the liberty of doing whatever she likes. But it's just the trend nowadays amonst teens' attitude that disgust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried so hard to be cool, to look cool. Having a Polaroid camera / Holga / DSLR means Im cool whooohooo! What's so good about them? Or rather, what's so bad about normal compact digital camera? So what if you have these seemingly "cool" cameras and yet the pictures you took could be taken very well by a normal camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;What's th great deal behind.&lt;br /&gt;They're just photos, besides, these stupid Holga / Polaroid whatsoever cameras are so expensive to mantain and mangae, dont you think so?&lt;br /&gt;For me, i'd rather save that $3 on each Polaroid Film for my future, in case of rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is experiencing a technical economic recession, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh Im worried for my math I am so careless and haphazard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-2534777408222580645?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/2534777408222580645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=2534777408222580645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2534777408222580645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/2534777408222580645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-you-hunnyhorny-bunny-with-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPnBkIrNqcI/AAAAAAAABkw/itSjVBuV-TQ/s72-c/P1050386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-4700752567088602942</id><published>2008-10-16T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T03:27:11.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcShqqMm4I/AAAAAAAABi4/BymjwmKtGnA/s1600-h/P1050338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257691459574602626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcShqqMm4I/AAAAAAAABi4/BymjwmKtGnA/s320/P1050338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SZEMIN &amp;amp; I &amp;amp; MY NEW BAG &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It burned a humangous big hole in my pocket and probably will take me another  several weeks to recover, but still, I love it to bits and it's soooo pretty omgish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I changed out into my outfit, my classmates threw me glances that gave me the kinda of "eee what are you wearing like that" kind of message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said I dress very weirdly, very strangely, and not one, but every single classmate who met me in my outfit commented that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only Grace went like "WOWW".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha am i werid / strange? Seriously I wasnt even in my most exaggerating outift , yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what's wrong with being myself. I have my own fashion sense / style / whatever you call it. i mean, I just cant wear what you guys perceived as "normal" .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, Szemin understands and she appreciates that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aiya dont worry lah it's just nanyang girls dont usually dress up like this one"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, what you need in life, is someone who appreciates you and treasure you as a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;I dont think szemin is stupid lorh she gave me alot of alternate views that didnt even cross my mind at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SZEMIN WO AI NI WHOOO !&lt;br /&gt;(Okay I've been sounding like some bimbo, but, haha who cares, last paper over, and I've alrdy gone nuts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcSh7nDhUI/AAAAAAAABjA/B8ONo7CaMh4/s1600-h/P1050344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257691464124826946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcSh7nDhUI/AAAAAAAABjA/B8ONo7CaMh4/s320/P1050344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcSiOwO_wI/AAAAAAAABjI/GF45AeRcOqA/s1600-h/P1050347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257691469263601410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcSiOwO_wI/AAAAAAAABjI/GF45AeRcOqA/s320/P1050347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcSivkw06I/AAAAAAAABjQ/jwO_39HG9-8/s1600-h/P1050353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257691478073856930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcSivkw06I/AAAAAAAABjQ/jwO_39HG9-8/s320/P1050353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcSi9lYNwI/AAAAAAAABjY/j-FB6mzb3M8/s1600-h/P1050354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257691481834534658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcSi9lYNwI/AAAAAAAABjY/j-FB6mzb3M8/s320/P1050354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Failed Jumping shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcTYa39N5I/AAAAAAAABjg/OSucqVumTMI/s1600-h/P1050359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257692400230152082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcTYa39N5I/AAAAAAAABjg/OSucqVumTMI/s320/P1050359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcTY3iLiKI/AAAAAAAABjo/iF4YKlD7-ZI/s1600-h/P1050360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257692407923443874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcTY3iLiKI/AAAAAAAABjo/iF4YKlD7-ZI/s320/P1050360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcUcnC1XQI/AAAAAAAABkI/zmM7bgtpMPQ/s1600-h/P1050361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257693571728104706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcUcnC1XQI/AAAAAAAABkI/zmM7bgtpMPQ/s320/P1050361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think something rlly hilarious happened, if not I wont be laughing my head off, literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look at the first picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcUc5ygqlI/AAAAAAAABkQ/zAbuDIsC6M8/s1600-h/P1050363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257693576759913042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcUc5ygqlI/AAAAAAAABkQ/zAbuDIsC6M8/s320/P1050363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcUdEWWgkI/AAAAAAAABkY/pbq-rL0I7Dg/s1600-h/P1050364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257693579594596930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcUdEWWgkI/AAAAAAAABkY/pbq-rL0I7Dg/s320/P1050364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still failed, but at least Szemin jumped !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcUdWkonRI/AAAAAAAABkg/IrGkn1LzfHs/s1600-h/P1050372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257693584486341906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcUdWkonRI/AAAAAAAABkg/IrGkn1LzfHs/s320/P1050372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this, and I wont spend another $$$ on clothes from now on till I've "recovered" from my bruises. Bank acc is depleting :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcUdgSv1WI/AAAAAAAABko/ukmrz7leC-I/s1600-h/P1050376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257693587095672162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcUdgSv1WI/AAAAAAAABko/ukmrz7leC-I/s320/P1050376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha we are all greedy and gluttonous fellows !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were at Kino, looking at saliviating cupcake pictures from the cookbooks, and after flipping through many pages of them, we decided that we're hungry and went to get crystaljade Cupcakes, for a instant sugar rush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, I have no idea how to spend the rest of my free time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sewing bows? making bracelets? learning to bake cupcakes? Study for J1 stuff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zzzz :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-4700752567088602942?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/4700752567088602942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=4700752567088602942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/4700752567088602942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/4700752567088602942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/10/szemin-i-my-new-bag-3-it-burned.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPcShqqMm4I/AAAAAAAABi4/BymjwmKtGnA/s72-c/P1050338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-6643776382163624151</id><published>2008-10-15T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T04:53:28.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPXX0vQ2x0I/AAAAAAAABiY/prv3vojdmAs/s1600-h/P1050315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257345441065256770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPXX0vQ2x0I/AAAAAAAABiY/prv3vojdmAs/s320/P1050315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my free time making / sewing bow studs &amp;amp; pins for myself.&lt;br /&gt;And baby had night's out ytd so he came over and we had BK's Hershey pie for supper.&lt;br /&gt;Finally he relented to let me put this bow stud at his button hole on the polo tee, after much din / pleadings and almost-keeling downs at the counter.&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I think it's cute, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPXXHLXeT-I/AAAAAAAABh4/0jGjWc85RK4/s1600-h/P1050283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257344658335223778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPXXHLXeT-I/AAAAAAAABh4/0jGjWc85RK4/s320/P1050283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing fatterrrrrrrr. ZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPXXHVK-B_I/AAAAAAAABiA/P4r4wNF5zHE/s1600-h/P1050298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257344660967131122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPXXHVK-B_I/AAAAAAAABiA/P4r4wNF5zHE/s320/P1050298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPXXH4JKoDI/AAAAAAAABiI/fpDkJ_UAJFI/s1600-h/P1050299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257344670354808882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPXXH4JKoDI/AAAAAAAABiI/fpDkJ_UAJFI/s320/P1050299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bow hair clips !!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to make my head into a Xmas tree and put on all of my bow hairclips. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPXXIOeLAsI/AAAAAAAABiQ/_YWInTzCo-8/s1600-h/P1050326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257344676348494530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPXXIOeLAsI/AAAAAAAABiQ/_YWInTzCo-8/s320/P1050326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the bows that I've made from spare ribbons. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Quite entertaining when baby's in camp, leaving me all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I wanted to cry after physics paper, rlly.&lt;br /&gt;It was so hard, so so so hard. I have no idea since when did I learn this and that.&lt;br /&gt;They tested on topics that I didnt put my emphasis on.&lt;br /&gt;Like, heat transfer?&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;Can say bye to MSG1.0 alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm going to fail physics.&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting that bag tmrw !!&lt;br /&gt;(at last, something to cheer me up amidst all these crisis)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-6643776382163624151?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/6643776382163624151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=6643776382163624151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/6643776382163624151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/6643776382163624151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/10/spent-my-free-time-making-sewing-bow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdho6fQhPLE/SPXX0vQ2x0I/AAAAAAAABiY/prv3vojdmAs/s72-c/P1050315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6816506993760238712.post-7862726178976959027</id><published>2008-10-13T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T03:25:56.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang sad.&lt;br /&gt;Spent $384782374823 to buy a pair of VS hghwaist shorts. Thought I can wear UK12 for bottoms (SIZE L)&lt;br /&gt;and guess what I can just put it though my fat ass with the buttons buttoned on and zipped closed. WTF DAMN SAD LA SPENT SO MUCH IN THE END CANT EVEN FIT ME AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing makes me feel much better is that, h bought me a pretty skirt ytd and my vest + tank + cash is arriving tmrw yeyz I hope I can sell the shorts away soon&lt;br /&gt;-crosses finger-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-7862726178976959027?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/7862726178976959027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=7862726178976959027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7862726178976959027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7862726178976959027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/10/dang-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6816506993760238712.post-7949204638818682383</id><published>2008-10-10T01:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:53:48.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Yanghan has a new blog yeyz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6816506993760238712-7949204638818682383?l=bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/feeds/7949204638818682383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6816506993760238712&amp;postID=7949204638818682383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7949204638818682383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6816506993760238712/posts/default/7949204638818682383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bedtimewarriorz.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-yanghan-has-new-blog-yeyz.html' title=''/><author><name>Lovethatdefines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16287203323729517549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
