<?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-11242514</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:33:54.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Rearrange</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-3078449432314515168</id><published>2009-08-22T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:25:57.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my indian summer</title><content type='html'>Oh man. I have so many expiry posts in my draft but what's the point of publishing them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I have been busy with commitments, revision and celebrating August babies birthday and most of my friends now are officially nineteen. That's really really fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects are over and now exams are coming, soon. And before you know it, VACATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm suffering from rehearsals syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;It's like all of a sudden, I do not have to rush and be in F1 pickstock today, no dance training, not in costume, I do not have to interact with crowds, no folding of balloons and all. This is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;It feels so weird when I used to do all these and now that I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope nolstagia don't come knocking at me.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my notes :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3078449432314515168?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3078449432314515168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-my-indian-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3078449432314515168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3078449432314515168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-my-indian-summer.html' title='You&apos;re my indian summer'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-6087618881806637949</id><published>2009-08-21T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:55:31.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studying has always been like a battlefield. No?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6087618881806637949?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6087618881806637949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/studying-has-always-been-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6087618881806637949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6087618881806637949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/studying-has-always-been-like.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-8320017376187574926</id><published>2009-07-23T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:51:09.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a maze and love is a riddle</title><content type='html'>Everyday, I get up wishing I can sleep a little longer. I am damn tired every single day of the week. I've tried to shift my schedule a different way round and plan my bed time earlier but it isn't exactly helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today's my first visit to the school's kitchen :O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a new read!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wishing that Borders is just next to my school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doing fine at school and photo taking session was rather okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This week, I encountered with weird, I mean weird strangers on my way home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still can't figure out why I couldn't add photos here!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I seriously NEED to tidy my study table. Atrocious, I tell you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I might spray a little fragrance onto my stinking pom poms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Absolute Boyfriend is really really nice and hilarious, I teared a lot at the last episode and I MUST watch the special edition!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I type this in order to make the list look complete with no 10.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-8320017376187574926?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8320017376187574926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-maze-and-love-is-riddle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8320017376187574926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8320017376187574926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-maze-and-love-is-riddle.html' title='Life is a maze and love is a riddle'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-6560157705050280782</id><published>2009-07-12T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:31:35.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow motion sparks, you caught that chill</title><content type='html'>Apart from the weekdays, so far the weekends have been good to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time today and laughing at the stupidest things in a wild and uncontrolled way, everything today was cranky that got the weariness out of me. Really had a good time but it happens to pass very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all soaked in the rain on saturday, I like the smell of the rain , really.&lt;br /&gt;Watched fireworks fly beautifully in the sky and gone in a second. Took the national pledge for the very first time under the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so beautiful at that instant, I swear it's inexplicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished everything would slow down... to a stop.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not going to happen. It's impossible to do things at your own pace. It's even more impossible to stop dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is monday again. I repeated this for many many times and the people around me got so annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I heard Peach as Bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6560157705050280782?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6560157705050280782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/slow-motion-sparks-you-caught-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6560157705050280782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6560157705050280782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/slow-motion-sparks-you-caught-that.html' title='Slow motion sparks, you caught that chill'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-5156966583966650141</id><published>2009-07-05T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:58:07.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so this is my first entry of a new month, not very cool though knowing that I have school starting in eight hours time.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't very cool, yes? Hmmm, just want to be bed early so I might have a higher chance to be school on time. Hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5156966583966650141?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5156966583966650141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-so-this-is-my-first-entry-of-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5156966583966650141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5156966583966650141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-so-this-is-my-first-entry-of-new.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-6478680929211950684</id><published>2009-07-05T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:52:48.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep insisting to my friend it's youth day tomorrow so there's no school and in the end I'm still Lying. To. Myself.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to upload a picture but don't know why couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wannaaaa have e-learning so I can stay at home and.... sleep. So envy of my sis, no school for one week just to have e-learning.&lt;br /&gt;Can't we possibly have that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6478680929211950684?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6478680929211950684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-keep-insisting-to-my-friend-its-youth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6478680929211950684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6478680929211950684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-keep-insisting-to-my-friend-its-youth.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-666999911036191400</id><published>2009-06-28T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:31:20.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So,&lt;/em&gt; I'm finally seated down to update this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; after many many days I have come to a decision. I know what I want. What I really really want. But if you know what you want, how long can you wait. You know I've been thinking a whole lot lately about what's been and what awaits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to catch up with my loved ones, drama series, homework which is none other than studying for tests and I've been practicing my dance steps every now and then inside my head. It's really hard work yknow but with every effort it will definitely produce profit.&lt;br /&gt;I got drained out and fell asleep a little during the sermon. Hush hush kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: only some of us received costume and everyone of us collected our NDP goodie bag and next week will be pack with audience which means our dance steps got to be perfect ten and also I will be getting my costumeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-666999911036191400?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/666999911036191400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-im-finally-seated-down-to-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/666999911036191400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/666999911036191400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-im-finally-seated-down-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-1281566253178695934</id><published>2009-06-22T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:17:43.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disconnect</title><content type='html'>Wasn't really the best week and isn't the worst than the previous but it was still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after service went over to meet them for picnic and excursion trip to MB. At night twirl at junction 8, took a bus and see ourselves heading to nowhere even hailing for a cab was difficult and by the time we reach hmmm, icekimo was so tired and we can hardly find seats. After all I still prefer IC. I don't know what's with the shortform but all in all we had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was awesomely thrilling. We toured almost every attractions at sentosa, signed up for the package for our tourist from Tiwan. Roam from the merlion place, to images of singapore to sky tower to 4D magix and followed by underwater world and dolphin lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds fun but very tiring, mind you. Hopefully this project wil be paid off cause we spend quite a lot on this stupid tour but nevertheless it was a good experience, really. Damn, a lot of people on monday maybe it's June hoildays that explains why huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if i squeezed too much words/sentences together because now I'm so tired. Apoligise for misteakes. Oky, bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-1281566253178695934?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1281566253178695934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/disconnected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1281566253178695934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1281566253178695934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/disconnected.html' title='disconnect'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-8541415263243886537</id><published>2009-06-13T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T07:50:11.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you understand. I hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So things were so terrible almost everyday. I feel so far from being happy, so far from even being content. A lot happening in this month and it's only the second week. The wrong time and the wrong thing to have happened and the worst thing to start off the month. Maybe june shouldn't have come, but if it doesn't come, I wouldn't have my holidays but then again... my holidays wouldn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed with the people and everything. This could be the most miserable days of my life. Things happened so fast and you can't simply normalize a situation when things like that got out of hand and I have to learn and come to understand while going through trials and testings and walking through wilderness alone to feel the pain and to learn how to handle disappointments and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you: I'm certain there is no way I can escape and with that I got to be honest with you. I'm not running away, I just need some time to adjust and learn to face what truth really is even if it hurts. If only you see my struggles, I hope you understand. Please also understand because these words were never easy for me to say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-8541415263243886537?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8541415263243886537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hope-you-understand-i-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8541415263243886537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8541415263243886537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hope-you-understand-i-hope.html' title='I hope you understand. I hope.'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-8888164407973030297</id><published>2009-06-08T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:04:39.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So this is how it's going to be in this last week of the school term.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - OA Test Unit 1-3&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Unit 4-6&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Unit 7-8&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Event at TP&lt;br /&gt;Friday - EVM Test unit 3-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of test, we're going through the motion with everyone excluding the teachers. For the sake of having test, test, test, test and what else, test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing now could get into my jhead when i'm feeling sleepy, apopligies thart i can't sinmply type rporperly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-8888164407973030297?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8888164407973030297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-this-is-how-its-going-to-be-in-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8888164407973030297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8888164407973030297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-this-is-how-its-going-to-be-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-3642698259089093180</id><published>2009-06-08T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:11:50.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;onday and it's going to be a week, again.&lt;br /&gt;The same routine that goes around and comes around.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you ___________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Go for morning/evening PM&lt;br /&gt;b. Pack your luggage and leave this place&lt;br /&gt;c. SMILE to 7 strangers and it will change your luck (said from one of my module teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to hesitate. Yes. Morning PM here I come(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3642698259089093180?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3642698259089093180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-m-onday-and-its-going-to-be-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3642698259089093180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3642698259089093180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-m-onday-and-its-going-to-be-week.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-6543463103907383937</id><published>2009-06-06T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:58:23.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boomerang boom</title><content type='html'>I need to rehearse my dance steps&lt;br /&gt;Again and all over again&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being forgetful sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I want perfection&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6543463103907383937?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6543463103907383937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/boomerang-boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6543463103907383937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6543463103907383937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/boomerang-boom.html' title='boomerang boom'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-6149286491334741188</id><published>2009-06-04T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:56:08.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deleted. Just. Like. That.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flooble staff noticed that there has been no post to my chatterbox lately and it is part of flooble policy to delete chatterboxes that have fallen into disuse. Therefore, unless something is posted to my flooble chatterbox, it will be deleted shortly. And by the time i come back to revive it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;Just. like. That. All my previous posts are all gone. Thanks ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is so disfunctional&lt;/em&gt; :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6149286491334741188?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6149286491334741188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/deleted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6149286491334741188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6149286491334741188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-2703574102675775909</id><published>2009-05-10T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:02:49.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I probably have a collection of watches by now but i don't wear them for some reason. Though I don't use anymore, I have feelings for my old watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why.&lt;br /&gt;Why feel nostalgia on a watch. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-2703574102675775909?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2703574102675775909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-probably-have-collection-of-watches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2703574102675775909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2703574102675775909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-probably-have-collection-of-watches.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-5576450744103393838</id><published>2009-05-10T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:52:34.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>edit/</title><content type='html'>I got a gift from dad and it's a prettayyye watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5576450744103393838?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5576450744103393838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-gift-from-dad-and-its-watch-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5576450744103393838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5576450744103393838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-gift-from-dad-and-its-watch-again.html' title='edit/'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-7547385065830086810</id><published>2009-05-05T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:30:34.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339762572888031666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/ShqlxM3qwbI/AAAAAAAAArI/U--Hv3zwsL0/s400/SP_A4409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339766390776054434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/ShqpPbnGwqI/AAAAAAAAArY/ckc9dbS5sEI/s400/SP_A4406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339767226757276002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/ShqqAF4j4WI/AAAAAAAAAro/da7Na3Ne6qg/s400/SP_A4408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slight rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad's car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joy ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:57AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-7547385065830086810?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7547385065830086810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-way-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7547385065830086810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7547385065830086810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-way-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/ShqlxM3qwbI/AAAAAAAAArI/U--Hv3zwsL0/s72-c/SP_A4409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-6227654308479101189</id><published>2009-05-03T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:37:12.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336708774762951154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/Sg_MWwV0sfI/AAAAAAAAAqw/vjCvq44X3bg/s320/151003351_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so good looking so good looking so good looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so good looking so good looking so good looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so good looking so good looking so good looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so good looking so good looking so good looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so good looking so good looking so good looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so good looking so good looking so good looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so good looking so good looking so good looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6227654308479101189?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6227654308479101189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-good-looking-so-good-looking-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6227654308479101189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6227654308479101189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-good-looking-so-good-looking-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/Sg_MWwV0sfI/AAAAAAAAAqw/vjCvq44X3bg/s72-c/151003351_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-6228159412082318729</id><published>2009-04-30T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T05:22:48.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know no other love greater than this</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331540548862365586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/Sf1v4aiIT5I/AAAAAAAAApE/Um0aYa8nn7o/s320/20080525020828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freely you gave it all for me, freely I receive it all from you ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I'm letting go, I'll follow the line.&lt;div align="left"&gt;I take up all I have to follow and run with your vision.&lt;div align="left"&gt;And nothing else matters now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6228159412082318729?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6228159412082318729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-no-other-love-greater-than-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6228159412082318729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6228159412082318729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-no-other-love-greater-than-this.html' title='I know no other love greater than this'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/Sf1v4aiIT5I/AAAAAAAAApE/Um0aYa8nn7o/s72-c/20080525020828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-7939115786338639020</id><published>2009-04-27T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:48:53.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers&lt;br /&gt;Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers&lt;br /&gt;Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers&lt;br /&gt;Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers&lt;br /&gt;Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers&lt;br /&gt;Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers&lt;br /&gt;Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers Boys over Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is starting in 30 minutes TIME. Talk later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-7939115786338639020?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7939115786338639020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-over-flowersboys-over-flowersboys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7939115786338639020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7939115786338639020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/boys-over-flowersboys-over-flowersboys.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-5474092092878802006</id><published>2009-04-27T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:33:16.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Obviously the size of the photo couldn't fit into my wallet. But anyhow, I will still get the photo and display somewhere I can see.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. it doesn't matter if you don't know what I mean , only my girlfriend does cause she was with me just now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5474092092878802006?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5474092092878802006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/obviously-size-of-photo-couldnt-fit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5474092092878802006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5474092092878802006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/obviously-size-of-photo-couldnt-fit.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-1312945539640574232</id><published>2009-04-25T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:55:57.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me back again</title><content type='html'>Freely you gave it all for us&lt;br /&gt;Surrendered your life upon that cross&lt;br /&gt;Great is the love&lt;br /&gt;Poured out for all&lt;br /&gt;This is our God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;takemebackagainlikeyoumeanitfromthebottomofyoursoul(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-1312945539640574232?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1312945539640574232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-me-back-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1312945539640574232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1312945539640574232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-me-back-again.html' title='Take me back again'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-3163798071617150378</id><published>2009-04-25T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T03:13:54.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edit /</title><content type='html'>Apologies for the tardy post I've not been updating so this is the recap of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today. Cca fair. Many things happened and pretty much lot of tale to tell but i'm not supposed to let it out here, though. All in all, the cca was pretty fruitful but stupid. I think. Not many wants to join - yknow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And.&lt;/em&gt; I'm so terrible. I keep my books in the locker. Again. But for now, I have to finish reading a book before the due date. Seven more chapters to the happy ending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was late again. I was gaped by everyone the moment i enter into the room. I was surprised that i was the only one who was extremely late than those usual late comers. Almost got a zero for attendance but mrs grace cheong give grace thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later comes the new section head. He talks and talk and talk. Very long-winded. He talked on the very cliche subject on the future, the gpa and attendance which all the module teachers are saying/talking almost every lesson now and then.&lt;br /&gt;Gave questions like, is the world cruel out there in the working society or rather is the world kind. He tells stories and talked about the causes for not punctual for work or rather now when students can't even commit to the regular classes and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be as much attentive as i thought i would be, that's because everything he said sounded so... ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can't remember. Seriously. Can't remember anything. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went for cca at sarah's home after school. Did art and craft, not literally art but some simple basic colouring for them. Blah blah blah. At a later evening, headed down to meet the rest to symphony heights for the barbecue party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Together with the loved ones headed down to college east for the audition but before that went to look for drama teacher but can't attend because of another audition that clashes so have to give it a miss. Looked outside from the room with nostalgic as if it was just yesterday when I had drama practices and all. Everything seems like coming back. Flashbacks upon flashbacks. They wouldn't leave me alone. Simply can't. Maybe because i don't want to. After which headed to tamp one and service. That's pretty much sums up for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. kay, my eyelids are about to close now and i want to get up early tomorrow to watch boys over flowers. Imma like falling into a coma now, very very very sleepy and tired so goodbye and goodnight. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3163798071617150378?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3163798071617150378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-i-got-so-much-but-nothings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3163798071617150378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3163798071617150378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-i-got-so-much-but-nothings.html' title='Edit /'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-6117930816701672481</id><published>2009-04-18T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:29:27.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're all together lovely all together worthy all together wonderful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6117930816701672481?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6117930816701672481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-all-together-lovely-all-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6117930816701672481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6117930816701672481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-all-together-lovely-all-together.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-7442860827155188519</id><published>2009-04-15T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:31:31.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telegraph</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326078679413538146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SeoIVxQ5vWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/tWV_2Ix0c44/s320/Photo014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's out, fun in. So it was a last minute date after school.&lt;br /&gt;The time get together was short and fast, i admit, but i enjoyed them nevertheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326070856005090034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SeoBOYy-evI/AAAAAAAAAoA/orKjWid2DVo/s320/Photo041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SeoBbvc2r4I/AAAAAAAAAoI/kGZekavUXfw/s1600-h/Photo042.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I had a wonderful wonderful time spend with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-7442860827155188519?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7442860827155188519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/telegraph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7442860827155188519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7442860827155188519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/telegraph.html' title='Telegraph'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SeoIVxQ5vWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/tWV_2Ix0c44/s72-c/Photo014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-6034280839117080406</id><published>2009-04-13T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:09:53.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These northern nights are drearyAnd my southern heart is weary</title><content type='html'>So yes, term two has just gone passed like that. The one month holiday has been very eventful, productive and unhelpful at the same time cause I roam a lot and so with the things i spend bit by bit in which can amount to a lot :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday pass so fast especially the school vacation. They passed exceptionally fast.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was really topsy-turvy due to the first year students that occupy our classroom, and so we don't have a a fixed classroom to conduct a proper lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Moved from one class to another, wasted a few hours looking for a specific room and by the time it was getting late, as a result we had to be dismiss to go for the next lesson. All in all, it's kind of messy and fruitless on the very first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny but i really like my time table this time round. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the 8am lesson. It sucks. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want to be early for school or at least on time, I could not. I don't think i can. But i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my module teacher told us that there will be a gate bouncer standing at the school gate to mark our attendance or something. Are they insane or just too much. Maybe security guard is not good enough, they want to go even further. Why not they provide more/sufficient rolls of toilet papers in every female toilet cause every time the roll gets empty very fast and some of us which include strangers, i don't know will have to sneak into the male's toilet to take. Lol. I have no idea how far i went and why do i talk about here but i hope it does make sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6034280839117080406?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6034280839117080406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-northern-nights-are-dreary-and-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6034280839117080406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6034280839117080406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/these-northern-nights-are-dreary-and-my.html' title='These northern nights are dreary&lt;br&gt;And my southern heart is weary'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-4158798336077992571</id><published>2009-04-05T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:48:15.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every mile, a memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322322918292402530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/Sdywfsy9MWI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Iwv2zKTyJx4/s320/2009-04050217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy nineteenth b'day jolina love!&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate knowing/meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;With all the celebration, gifts and hugs, you sure must have enjoy this special day of yours. This is your festive day so go ahead, eat more. Aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything, you know i will be here for you like how you were for me. I really enjoy being in your company, we have sleep overs, share secrets and laugh over almost every random stuffs. Don't forget we've many nice places to hunt. Love you many (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-4158798336077992571?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4158798336077992571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-mile-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4158798336077992571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4158798336077992571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/every-mile-memory.html' title='Every mile, a memory'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/Sdywfsy9MWI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Iwv2zKTyJx4/s72-c/2009-04050217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-3148412719442924263</id><published>2009-03-30T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:11:24.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322225968510815730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SdxYUetyTfI/AAAAAAAAAno/4EXVpCUHD1M/s320/Chloefanghui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322225868718161554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SdxYOq9XPpI/AAAAAAAAAng/qtc4mBot-s4/s320/P240209_11.24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a long day. I meant long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked at school the whole day for the membership recruitment drive, got very tired and stunned by the change of uniforms as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the new ones are not that bad, more of business wear, couldn't find the school logo, there isn't I think. It's a whole new change this time round and mind you, the cost of a vest blouse is a whopping 18 bucks for a school uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So confessions of a shopaholic, done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on the list will be, 17again followed by ghost of girlfriends past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great. I need cash. Yes, now. Very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3148412719442924263?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3148412719442924263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-its-long-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3148412719442924263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3148412719442924263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-its-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SdxYUetyTfI/AAAAAAAAAno/4EXVpCUHD1M/s72-c/Chloefanghui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-2703884452565413902</id><published>2009-03-30T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:33:20.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's bounce, counting on each other to turn us around</title><content type='html'>I went over to meet for a movie with ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with best, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although she's very busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;buried herself in her work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unapproachable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neglected me, sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320865041449811282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SdeCkGVo_VI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rhQe4yDtJR0/s320/best.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-2703884452565413902?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2703884452565413902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-bounce-counting-on-each-other-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2703884452565413902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2703884452565413902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-bounce-counting-on-each-other-to.html' title='Let&apos;s bounce, counting on each other to turn us around'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SdeCkGVo_VI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/rhQe4yDtJR0/s72-c/best.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-1507472029595521824</id><published>2009-03-27T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:30:29.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was there at the makeup class just now with the girls. Learnt alot of basic techniques to help groom to look better in the long run or maybe, even now.&lt;br /&gt;Very much was basic so i get to learn a little here and there and also during our Q and A session.&lt;br /&gt;The manicurist and the makeup artist were really nice. I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies :/ no pictures were taken. I was too busy having fun.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-1507472029595521824?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1507472029595521824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/was-there-at-makeup-class-just-now-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1507472029595521824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1507472029595521824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/was-there-at-makeup-class-just-now-with.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-941747438802914033</id><published>2009-03-24T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:58:00.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was still a little unsure or rather i was never sure. Until I stepped into the salon.&lt;br /&gt;Allowed the scissors to go through my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service provider asked, how long since i cut. I replied saying that i can't remember. I can't. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice either, there were split ends and some are even spoilt and it's a must to cut away in order not to affect even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cut, cut away, cut away the bad karma.&lt;br /&gt;Laughs.&lt;/p&gt;But nonetheless, it's not very short it's just not that long and, and i must say this, i like the way it is now. The head feels slightly light and save the hassle to wash hair. Aha, KIDDING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-941747438802914033?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/941747438802914033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-still-little-unsure-or-rather-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/941747438802914033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/941747438802914033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-still-little-unsure-or-rather-i.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-8763376456510428671</id><published>2009-03-17T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:22:25.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must watch confessions of a shopaholic. I must watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's results coming out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-8763376456510428671?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8763376456510428671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-must-watch-confessions-of-shopaholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8763376456510428671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8763376456510428671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-must-watch-confessions-of-shopaholic.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-3717188412989276753</id><published>2009-03-15T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:19:27.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want.</title><content type='html'>I have this urge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-paint my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nails &lt;/span&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-dye my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-buy a pair of red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; heel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This colour is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pretty nice too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3717188412989276753?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3717188412989276753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3717188412989276753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3717188412989276753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want.html' title='I want.'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-4673569897663751431</id><published>2009-03-13T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:19:10.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had a ball of a time. I took two rides at the sentosa Luge and Skyride, with that has made me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315188091673586514" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/ScNXaIaXK1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/xAfXzn417lM/s320/SP_A1130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-4673569897663751431?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4673569897663751431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-i-had-ball-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4673569897663751431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4673569897663751431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-i-had-ball-of-time.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/ScNXaIaXK1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/xAfXzn417lM/s72-c/SP_A1130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-5069995736712874260</id><published>2009-03-12T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:30:37.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>break my heart for what breaks yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314070246821564274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/Sb9eu_1Fj3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Opr5tsQe9GY/s320/20090201210616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a little late, you found me, you found me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5069995736712874260?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5069995736712874260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-my-heart-for-what-breaks-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5069995736712874260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5069995736712874260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-my-heart-for-what-breaks-yours.html' title='break my heart for what breaks yours'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/Sb9eu_1Fj3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/Opr5tsQe9GY/s72-c/20090201210616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-1921564333578222736</id><published>2009-03-11T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:35:20.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Big Dream is Think Big says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;long time never see you online le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Dream is Think Big says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;why suddenly appear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;exams over. duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Dream is Think Big says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;over then can online???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Dream is Think Big says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;don tell me you everyday study!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hilarious one. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-1921564333578222736?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1921564333578222736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-dream-is-think-big-says-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1921564333578222736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1921564333578222736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-dream-is-think-big-says-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-1973174307001172640</id><published>2009-03-11T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:37:50.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;why never call me, heartless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you also nva call me, finish exam never share e joy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eh,eh,eh. what joy to share also not graduating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hols lehhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DATE ME LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't nd to work really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;when,when,when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wait wait wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;just the both of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;us us us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;duh i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if not you think i will bring my new bf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hilarious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-1973174307001172640?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1973174307001172640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-will-never-take-my-place-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1973174307001172640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1973174307001172640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/words-will-never-take-my-place-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-966947052006005805</id><published>2009-03-10T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:15:28.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the mind</title><content type='html'>7 &lt;u&gt;random&lt;/u&gt; things to have &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. starbucks&lt;br /&gt;2. go snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;3. swing&lt;br /&gt;4. ride the carousel&lt;br /&gt;5. a nice book&lt;br /&gt;6. nachos with real cheese&lt;br /&gt;7. be next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;If &lt;/u&gt;God give me 3 wishes &lt;strong&gt;now, &lt;/strong&gt;i wish :&lt;br /&gt;1. for 3 more wishes&lt;br /&gt;2. to be a 4 pointer student&lt;br /&gt;3. i can read minds&lt;br /&gt;4. i can fly and reach for the stars, no i should wish for edward cullen (because he can fly)&lt;br /&gt;5. to laugh and be happy everyday of my life and make others happy too&lt;br /&gt;6. to have a conversation with xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-966947052006005805?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/966947052006005805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/966947052006005805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/966947052006005805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-mind.html' title='out of the mind'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-2540330864355205122</id><published>2009-03-10T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:32:45.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you taught me the three words: I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312585702656600546" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SboYjJ2qaeI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dunlEni53Po/s320/20080913031759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had my marketing paper today and that basically spells the end of my sem 2 which is absolutely an awesome bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few plans for the holidays and they are namely, bake cookies, short getaway, a bit of retail therapy and outings, i honestly can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;Love love love the plans in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-2540330864355205122?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2540330864355205122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-taught-me-three-words-i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2540330864355205122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2540330864355205122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-taught-me-three-words-i-miss-you.html' title='you taught me the three words: I miss you'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SboYjJ2qaeI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dunlEni53Po/s72-c/20080913031759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-6150646623464762371</id><published>2009-03-06T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:47:35.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've come so far, don't throw it away</title><content type='html'>Final papers in 5, 4, 3, 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Take a chill pill yo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy but i have a lot definitions to remember and plenty, i mean overwhelming notes to study. It's 1:56am now so yea, back to my notes not to bed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;By the way tags are replied before it gets too late so buhhbye.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, and why do i type like that :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6150646623464762371?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6150646623464762371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/youve-come-so-far-dont-throw-it-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6150646623464762371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6150646623464762371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/youve-come-so-far-dont-throw-it-away.html' title='You&apos;ve come so far, don&apos;t throw it away'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-4519745270164301358</id><published>2009-02-21T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:01:46.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stand by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305637810271369058" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SaFpelwbN2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/6a6YZbTy9yQ/s320/SP_A4227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I should be studying for marketing but then i got very bored. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back very early today cause dad drove us back after service. I watched my sister bake cookies and have noodles at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone. I haven't been doing this for a long time. But sometimes i simply enjoy days like this when i can be alone at home comfortably doing things that delights me, i feel a sudden bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my notes. I simply detest, adore, detest. Very much.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, i'm going to get busy the next two weeks and i need your supernatural strength, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 weeks to paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 weeks to freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And your grace is sufficient for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-4519745270164301358?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4519745270164301358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/stand-by-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4519745270164301358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4519745270164301358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/stand-by-me.html' title='stand by me'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SaFpelwbN2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/6a6YZbTy9yQ/s72-c/SP_A4227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-2387820437869252270</id><published>2009-02-21T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:37:15.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time rolls on, waiting for no man</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305625907778702018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SaFepxhCSsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/GqGhTRG99kg/s320/20081225234652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final papers to conquer in a few weeks time, i guess i have to end my relationships with the television and computer for the time being for intensive revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to organize my thoughts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to write down the list of things to do&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to plan ahead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to focus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to put in more effort&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-2387820437869252270?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2387820437869252270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-rolls-on-waiting-for-no-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2387820437869252270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2387820437869252270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-rolls-on-waiting-for-no-man.html' title='Time rolls on, waiting for no man'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SaFepxhCSsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/GqGhTRG99kg/s72-c/20081225234652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-3878137434808106050</id><published>2009-02-20T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T06:06:31.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>To the one you know who you are, thanks for helping to sort my things out with me and your company after school. Thanks lovely (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a few friends getting their debarment list and they seems happy about it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus, we had a short converstaion. My friend said the sun is very hot. I replied by saying, since when the sun is cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a metre away from my seat, a old man was talking loudly to himself and people around stopped to gape at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time i was having breakfast, my maid came over and tell me, in the course of time, i'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3878137434808106050?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3878137434808106050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3878137434808106050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3878137434808106050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-8128724440938232926</id><published>2009-02-13T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:02:18.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My favourite shops are Ideas inc and Art box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-8128724440938232926?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8128724440938232926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favourite-shops-are-ideas-inc-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8128724440938232926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8128724440938232926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favourite-shops-are-ideas-inc-and.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-3120189732324442562</id><published>2009-02-11T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:40:36.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>Your temperament changes one time and another.&lt;br /&gt;You're making me confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3120189732324442562?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3120189732324442562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3120189732324442562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3120189732324442562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-1158750921288074500</id><published>2009-02-10T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:36:32.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>f - aaaaaaast</title><content type='html'>I got so distracted by couple of few things and i thought today must be the worst day i had in school. My mind was somewhere else and worst still, i could not listen to a single thing being taught during the lesson. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, this week might be horrible as well. It all started on the very first day of the week. The very morning seems fine but after a stupid immature incident, things changed. People changes even faster than i thought :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-1158750921288074500?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1158750921288074500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/f-aaaaaaast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1158750921288074500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1158750921288074500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/f-aaaaaaast.html' title='f - aaaaaaast'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-3757170496721092255</id><published>2009-01-30T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:50:40.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IMY , B (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way i haven't been updating for ages. So i will be posting pictures like those expiry ones. And i have a picure to post. Perhaps later. Not anymore. No. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;I saw someone special today. And and and, i want BBBBEST now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably wouldn't be going to the street dance party. Maybe will. Mabye not. No. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;I would give it a miss though it's a complimentary entry. I'm simply lazy to dress in party/clubbing clothes. Then again, i think i will miss a whole lot of fun and if i miss this once, second chances are hard to come. So contradicting yet cannot be ambivalent in my decision. What a stupid post. Okay, bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3757170496721092255?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3757170496721092255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/imy-b-by-way-i-havent-been-updating-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3757170496721092255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3757170496721092255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/imy-b-by-way-i-havent-been-updating-for.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-7939622714000315240</id><published>2009-01-28T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:03:11.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They can never have yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297097994180690402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SYMSj3uTAeI/AAAAAAAAAiY/WjdyjZPN51s/s320/2008-12310155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture taken early last year(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmmm. Yes, a lot happening in January and it just happen for some reason. When February comes, i guess its time to start over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And despite many things that happened , i will still trust. Even when i don't see you, i will trust at your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-7939622714000315240?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7939622714000315240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-can-never-have-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7939622714000315240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7939622714000315240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/they-can-never-have-yesterday.html' title='They can never have yesterday'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SYMSj3uTAeI/AAAAAAAAAiY/WjdyjZPN51s/s72-c/2008-12310155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-655248764119968199</id><published>2009-01-11T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:20:05.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a common thread, you pulling me</title><content type='html'>To sum up everything for the days i've not been posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my approved letter on the first day of school for the four days musical production at college east. And it was rather hectic, draining, sad, boring and fun. I found friendships a little here and there. The costumes are really nice, i must say and they were given the sneakers as a gift for their hardwork. The grease musical that were held at collge east, i'm proud of all the talented cast. Although they were many that auditioned including me but couldn't get in. I simply love musical shows. I want go back to stage again if time permits. I miss the stage, i miss the rehearals, i miss my director and mostly i miss all my friends that were together the previous year to performed in the double bill production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really drained out but going back to the house of God is so much refreshing. It's a thousand times better than to be in anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime now. Very immature to say that, i'm lazy to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;But with fun and favourite people around, i wouldn't mind going to school, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. holidays is so near, i cannot wait and pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-655248764119968199?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/655248764119968199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-common-thread-you-pulling-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/655248764119968199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/655248764119968199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/like-common-thread-you-pulling-me.html' title='like a common thread, you pulling me'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-7148221164772823300</id><published>2009-01-06T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:58:28.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the memories</title><content type='html'>The first day of a new week has started in school and it turn out pretty fine. Everyday is going to get better. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got burned out and one thing i learned is to take things down slowly to catch the pace, or i might fall eventually. Too much and got burn out at least try to put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has passed with an incredible speed not too much on looking back but putting down all the memories because the future is not behind us but infront of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December was an eventful month for me and i enjoyed every remaining moments of everyday. Each year ages people learn to grow, some changes and also move on. And i have also grow in person. I learn to love more, give more and take lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the term break was short and fast. I now have to practice sleeping early.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how time is.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping at home turns the clock so fast while study at school is like the clock strolling away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-7148221164772823300?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7148221164772823300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-for-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7148221164772823300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7148221164772823300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks for the memories'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-2244710426154550812</id><published>2008-12-28T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:31:08.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were the best, i ever had</title><content type='html'>Hello homies, i'm home!&lt;br /&gt;I was back just in time to celebrate christmas.&lt;br /&gt;And i kind of miss here. Guess i've not lost the blogging vibe. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful getaway. At the end of the trip, it's still having the good quality time spent with love ones that is most important right. Pictures not so soon until i get a new desktop and upload into it. This laptop is a loser. There isn't a single picture here and that's why i seldom use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway before the trip recently, i caught the hotly anticipated movie, Twilight in the theatre. Good thing, there isn't any screaming female fans or maybe they were but were screaming quietly in their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert pattinson has become a heart-throb to die for even a seven year-old fan asked him to bite her on the neck.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness. I was never sure how much i wanted to watch it when my cousin repeated, it was the best selling novel over and over again on the phone and so the majority wins. It was a good film. I might want to watch it again if time allows, cause it was quite a fast paced for me, the first time i caught it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Edward is hot hot hot. I like bella's curls. Man! Some americans are fortunate and beautiful people. Big coloured eyes, sharp noses and goldilocks hair. Though asians hair are the healthiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i wouldn't mind staying with the cullen's family and play base ball game and not get hurt. Or maybe even going out with a vampire boyfriend that will fly me from trees to trees and we will build a tree house on top. hahaha. I'm dreaming. Dreaming big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so far, i'm not a fanpire although i very much want to read the novel and watch the flick again. Very lengthy post for a first time after a long long time, so shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-2244710426154550812?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2244710426154550812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-were-best-i-ever-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2244710426154550812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2244710426154550812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-were-best-i-ever-had.html' title='You were the best, i ever had'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-3971077930570676105</id><published>2008-12-17T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:38:13.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>departure hall</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, this time round it's the same. The smell of the airport is so familiar once again.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye SG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3971077930570676105?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3971077930570676105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/departure-hall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3971077930570676105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3971077930570676105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/departure-hall.html' title='departure hall'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-8616837562382866108</id><published>2008-11-30T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:08:48.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time will pass me by</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278469183608443602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SUDjwYbT0tI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ic2rT4beV1c/s320/DSCF7112+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday Card - star star :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278472045950366754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SUDmW_ezdCI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Cz38lRXiQlQ/s320/DSCF7104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countless words to say, writing is one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was my day. The day i age a year older. It signifies the maturity in me. The increase of responsibilities to handle and the careful decisions set before me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one time, i wonder. During birthdays, what has it really got to do with gifts, song and cake when it's just simply the day you were born out from your mother's womb. I wonder do i have a cake and gifts when i were born out from my mother's womb. Do i have people actually singing a birthday song for me. Prolly by then, the whole hospital would know my existence. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyhow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank each one of you for the celebration, surprises planned, birthday cards, gift vouchers, presents and also your personalized birthday card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The messages you left in my inbox, phone call wishes, wishes in friendster and not forgetting the post dedication were all appreciated. Thanks a million.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278476311479333026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SUDqPR0KMKI/AAAAAAAAAiE/kqb_8L6_8EY/s320/IMG-1374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful time with y'll. Once again, thank you one and all (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-8616837562382866108?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8616837562382866108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-will-pass-me-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8616837562382866108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8616837562382866108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-will-pass-me-by.html' title='Time will pass me by'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SUDjwYbT0tI/AAAAAAAAAhs/ic2rT4beV1c/s72-c/DSCF7112+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-8388906038003910218</id><published>2008-11-24T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:50:01.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273749519737611298" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/STAfPyZY5CI/AAAAAAAAAhU/F2bAKOClews/s320/random5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/STAhtDxuRfI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Aa_Uat61oPM/s1600-h/20080414065025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great. I've just started my p.o.m revision yesterday. I hope it's not too late. Well, after p.o.m lesson yesterday, I spend the rest of the two lesson talking, gossiping and sleeping. It's like treating my school a hostel. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asia conference was a blast. Finale is needless to say. I love and i miss everything about the conference except the part on queuing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, and and... before i go for exam break, i got to a quiz tagged from Jol love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rules and regulations:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-people who were tagged, need to blog about their own 10 weird habits/little facts as well as state the rules clearly. at the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-NO TAGS BACK pls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I 'm obsess with the colour green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. I'm a star fanatic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. I don't take pork but I take(pork floss and meatball only)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. I detest single deck buses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. I enjoy long bus ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. I talk to my praymate before i go to bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. I like the smell of the rain, the airport, the hotel lobby and hotel room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. I play my favourite song on repeat. I repeat only my favourite song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. I'm currently learning basic make-up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. I arrange things to be neat. I said neat, and of course nicely done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-8388906038003910218?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8388906038003910218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8388906038003910218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8388906038003910218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/great.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/STAfPyZY5CI/AAAAAAAAAhU/F2bAKOClews/s72-c/random5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-5104167636454717555</id><published>2008-11-18T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:51:15.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>picnic pinicking pinicked picnicker</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269945851481096466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SSKb1J8TARI/AAAAAAAAAhM/xdHHjQo6uUo/s320/20081026121746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269944499227511538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SSKamcZ6yvI/AAAAAAAAAhE/dUXAXbSR8Zk/s200/20081026121746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picnic is love. will get the pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is coming to a close again. There's not very much wonderful memories to hold compared to last year, but still they are some. And some things are just here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for the upcoming events. First up: Asia conference. Followed by b'day party. Christmas. Getaway trip. I guess this programmes were to sum up for 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Probably will be starting pom revision anytime soon. My heart is excited for the holidays but exams are not even here yet :/&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is the biggest enemy, and before it's too late, do it now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5104167636454717555?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5104167636454717555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/picnic-pinicking-pinicked-picnicker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5104167636454717555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5104167636454717555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/picnic-pinicking-pinicked-picnicker.html' title='picnic pinicking pinicked picnicker'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SSKb1J8TARI/AAAAAAAAAhM/xdHHjQo6uUo/s72-c/20081026121746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-5631561175335806478</id><published>2008-11-18T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T03:54:13.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bruise for bruise</title><content type='html'>The cut isn't deep, but it was painful and ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5631561175335806478?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5631561175335806478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/bruise-for-bruise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5631561175335806478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5631561175335806478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/bruise-for-bruise.html' title='bruise for bruise'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-2718839442949562399</id><published>2008-11-15T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:32:37.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply to tags (edit)</title><content type='html'>hmmm. let me continue my tags from here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To connie: &lt;/strong&gt;you want my whole self? take all of me in exchange for all of you? hahahahaha. love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To wind:&lt;/strong&gt; hello (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To faiz: &lt;/strong&gt;Faiiiiiiz! you're missed too. Catch up soon. I miss drama and i miss you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To connie:&lt;/strong&gt; hello my dear! hahahahaha. I remember la. but seriously, i don't know what to get for door gifts, hmmmm. what d' you like then? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To BEST:&lt;/strong&gt; hello best. The dinner was good. Thankyou. &amp;amp; yes,yes. I'm touched. But most importantly you must be able to attend - yknow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To passer-by &amp;amp; passer-boy :&lt;/strong&gt; hi. thanks thanks. God bless too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To zhiling :&lt;/strong&gt; hey hey hey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-2718839442949562399?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2718839442949562399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/reply-to-tags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2718839442949562399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2718839442949562399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/reply-to-tags.html' title='Reply to tags (edit)'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-3374240915743189935</id><published>2008-11-14T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:39:05.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>once in a life time means there's no second chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;Well, I'm good, still good. I manage to trudge through my daily routine in school. Everday has been going fine and I quite like the way things are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except that i've not been paying full attention in class recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thoughts whirling around my head so rapidly. Everytime I want to speak, the sentence got jumbled up and the words got scattered away. I was confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in order to cast away all distractions i'm trying to get busy with myself just to forget everything. I guess the changes are the worst thing that could have come between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably i've been knitted to my comfort zone. I dislike changes and sometimes i like changes but then again, some changes aren't supposed to be changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. picnic on sundayyyyyyy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3374240915743189935?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3374240915743189935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/once-in-life-time-means-theres-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3374240915743189935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3374240915743189935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/once-in-life-time-means-theres-no.html' title='once in a life time means there&apos;s no second chance'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-3486403789937200555</id><published>2008-11-03T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:38:57.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267036406740968754" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SRhFtLrYZTI/AAAAAAAAAgk/U0165zE51jw/s320/20080606094715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning prayer was refreshing to start off a new week and it meant so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirsty for the anoiting to rain over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being set apart as a new born. The desire to step in a new realm of a whole new dimension with you. To tap your strength when mine expires and the constant reminder, it's no longer I but Christ in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3486403789937200555?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3486403789937200555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3486403789937200555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3486403789937200555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-for-you.html' title='all for you'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SRhFtLrYZTI/AAAAAAAAAgk/U0165zE51jw/s72-c/20080606094715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-2843710181548605632</id><published>2008-11-01T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:07:34.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come to a certain time in life and realize what's important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The people. The events. The things. The priorities in my life and learn to commit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Its only when we start losing someone or somethings in life, that's when we'll learn to value the people and things around us. I guess everyone in our life meant for a purpose as they come and go. And i'll always being reminded of the people sent from heaven like angels . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was home late again and I felt insecurity rose inside me. I was such a loser to feel afraid to walk home in the midnight when I chosed to stay up late outside. Well, then again. What's the use of streetlamps? Though they can't give assurance or anything but still, the purpose is meant for people like me cause we don't bring torchlight out. Laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-2843710181548605632?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2843710181548605632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/realize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2843710181548605632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2843710181548605632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/realize.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-7443599660823165196</id><published>2008-10-31T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:40:57.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and this is how, you remind me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265117840330675730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SRF0x617VhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/3P9iKevdepo/s320/(e)SP_A3817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, my study desk is in a mess. Unwanted envelopes, important letters that I don't know where to keep, vcds yet to return, magazines yet to finish reading and a book borrowed from best still at chapter four. Hmmm, what else? Calculator that I don't need at the moment, hair clips, bible, notebooks and plastic bags. Terrible me :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One saturday night after church, we went over to a playground. We played frisbee, we sat down and talk about our past relationships and laugh it off. We were all enjoying ourselves with icecream. It was enjoyable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how fun could a playground be without see-saw and swing? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"and now, all there's left to do is run..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-7443599660823165196?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7443599660823165196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-this-is-how-you-remind-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7443599660823165196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7443599660823165196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-this-is-how-you-remind-me.html' title='and this is how, you remind me'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SRF0x617VhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/3P9iKevdepo/s72-c/(e)SP_A3817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-8642565157469127875</id><published>2008-10-27T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T03:14:55.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>but you sing to me over and over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265109074997177730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SRFsztbkbYI/AAAAAAAAAf0/e6pSRWBFHqI/s320/(e)SP_A3786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;A few &lt;/span&gt;sad things happened but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sad anymore, at least for now. But it's alright cause I cheer up very quickly - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yesterday had a long long day with my love ones. We travel from Plaza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Singapura&lt;/span&gt; to Orchard area and our last stop was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Timah&lt;/span&gt; and I bought two nice things again. I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; buying things that I do not need necessarily. But on top of that, I spend wisely. I love money, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;moolahs&lt;/span&gt;, cash all that you name. But I'll definitely never allow them to control over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meet Best for breakfast and do grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;On my way back, I saw groups of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; celebrating their festival by having a picnic under a tree. Some even sit along the pavement drinking. I was like wow. I meant they have such weird/creative ways to celebrate or perhaps they really want a simple celebration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S. mom's making sushi for Chloe tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-8642565157469127875?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8642565157469127875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-you-sing-to-me-over-and-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8642565157469127875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8642565157469127875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-you-sing-to-me-over-and-over-again.html' title='but you sing to me over and over again'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SRFsztbkbYI/AAAAAAAAAf0/e6pSRWBFHqI/s72-c/(e)SP_A3786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-6200330397720978016</id><published>2008-10-13T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:21:46.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a love story baby, just say yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259209782143958354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SPx3bq_zPVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/MPxY9vvG5-U/s320/20080716143457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghee. Going back to school so lame. Stucked in school with no textbook is even lamer. How boring you have to idle and waste the time away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to school late and leaving early is so cool. Going to to school early and leaving late is totally uncool. HAHAHA. Surprisingly I packed my lunchbox with me to school. And I ate it during class. Cause it's a total bore during the first day - I know :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has been slightly much better than the previous or .... not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I'm falling in love in SW. Ms Jaime is teaching on aid kit if we got injured and how to deal on the spot and also the benefits from excercising regularly. She teaches us how to read our heartbeat. All kinds of interesting stuffs. She gave us a book on eating healthy and we take turn to ask questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turn out that SW isn't just committing one and a half hour playing games and simply being told to run around the school. She claims that she's not a boring teacher. I hope she won't disappoint us every week :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6200330397720978016?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6200330397720978016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-love-story-baby-just-say-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6200330397720978016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6200330397720978016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-love-story-baby-just-say-yes.html' title='It&apos;s a love story baby, just say yes.'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SPx3bq_zPVI/AAAAAAAAAfs/MPxY9vvG5-U/s72-c/20080716143457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-1723220385560932342</id><published>2008-10-09T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:30:27.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always, all ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255936384290340866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SPDWS1utQAI/AAAAAAAAAfk/a4v1U6aiHuw/s320/20080707183659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you hope for something to arrive there only to be disappointed"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn and then come to understand that at some point in life people make promises they cannot keep. People are imperfect because we all live in a broken down world. And it's a worst thing to have hold on. Although they are simply hurtful and hateful but I have decided to release. And I did. Chloe forgives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-1723220385560932342?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1723220385560932342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/always-all-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1723220385560932342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1723220385560932342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/always-all-ways.html' title='Always, all ways'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SPDWS1utQAI/AAAAAAAAAfk/a4v1U6aiHuw/s72-c/20080707183659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-2873359037188702145</id><published>2008-10-07T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:15:24.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255202710512333778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SO47BZ7B89I/AAAAAAAAAfc/w2TZfREN9YU/s320/20080914225244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fear that creep inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;has become a cycle or maybe even a habit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The natural confidence seems so hard to embrace itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each time you take a breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the heart skips a beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It becomes so scary &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it taste like a threat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eating you out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly by slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only if you dare yourself to step out to overcome and face reality, you'll find yourself eventually more than a conqueror!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-2873359037188702145?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2873359037188702145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear-that-creep-inside-has-become-cycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2873359037188702145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/2873359037188702145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear-that-creep-inside-has-become-cycle.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SO47BZ7B89I/AAAAAAAAAfc/w2TZfREN9YU/s72-c/20080914225244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-704167968667895361</id><published>2008-10-05T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T08:21:28.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cadbury boost is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's so good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finish it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so quickly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. I know you gonna roll eyes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-704167968667895361?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/704167968667895361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/sugar-sugar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/704167968667895361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/704167968667895361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/sugar-sugar.html' title='Sugar Rush'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-9191857222573785448</id><published>2008-10-02T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:48:00.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253577468079174882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOh032Da9OI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0UmvvoiDELY/s320/Photo2675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253573158686940434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOhw9AUP3RI/AAAAAAAAAek/wQJEIz_2XBw/s200/SP_A7930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hmmm. I'm pretty amazed by the amount of things I bought this holiday season. Goodness gracious me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tomorrow's date with girlfriend and I'm sure she missed me loads! Cellgroup later will be whopping awesome. That's ususal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really want the weekends to quickly arrive cause I can't wait to see them. I want this way to stay as long as it can be so 13 of october will never come.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to go back to school to study for the government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No exams, no projects, no faulty equipments. No need to use dirty toliets and everytime with insufficient toilet papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know it's foolish to dream this way cause it's no way for 13 of october not to arrive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I will dream. But &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; dreams.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-9191857222573785448?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9191857222573785448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/9191857222573785448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/9191857222573785448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-heart.html' title='Magic rainbow'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOh032Da9OI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0UmvvoiDELY/s72-c/Photo2675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-8215436676332257531</id><published>2008-09-26T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:03:33.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come back</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To: daddykins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's only four days but I will still miss you and I wanna say how much I missed you. I miss you when you call me and say you were already at the airport. What even moved me was when you text me and ask about my work.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;If you were there to watch me, you'll definitely be proud of your girl. HAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty surprising for me to get up at five this morning or a little earlier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with mom, we went to help out at my Auntie's noodle stall. I often visit her big house during CNY and she will teach me to play majiong (if that's the correct spelling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maid is going back soon to celebrate their festival and I'm gonna miss another person that stays with me for some time again. I don't like to miss or think about a person very much because it's absoloutely completely awful. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays are pretty a quick one I suppose. I hardly feel like the two weeks have gone. Time always have this habit of slipping away. That's terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here. It's getting late, the stars and the moon have gone to bed. Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-8215436676332257531?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8215436676332257531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8215436676332257531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8215436676332257531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-back.html' title='come back'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-3378227616901243100</id><published>2008-09-18T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:13:49.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever we commemorate special events for each other's day, we would go for several selections before choosing right the place. By doing this, we get to dine in different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time round, we dined at Indochine. Very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXPENSE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;SIVE. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251691608492566258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOHBsXoZZvI/AAAAAAAAAec/_5Dob4Q7P7Q/s320/SP_A3561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B'day girl Picture 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251679778063376290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOG27v2R36I/AAAAAAAAAdM/KFmwPj5RSks/s320/SP_A3560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outside area was very hot so we decided to move in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fine the place very weird. Maybe because they stick to the olden times culture but were very special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251682026893541266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOG4-pZK_5I/AAAAAAAAAd8/K2Nxt7es7hU/s320/SP_A3558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251682030331320290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOG4-2MzV-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/QT1oLYuMYFs/s320/SP_A3559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The seat we have our butts on are like empress kind of quality and the chair is huge. When I sit on it, there are still plenty of space. I even can share another person with my seat. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251680966256137778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOG4A6NgljI/AAAAAAAAAds/r7ko0VULGhs/s320/SP_A3567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favouriteeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251680971309215714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOG4BNCQb-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/lNhbLsatyKQ/s320/SP_A3568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251680966053957314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOG4A5dTjsI/AAAAAAAAAdk/aBN4rwc-ZW8/s320/SP_A3565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251684140061518466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOG65pjraoI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Rqf9XjJXjio/s320/SP_A3570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251684143699966226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOG653HJuRI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZPMQmx9TSEY/s320/SP_A3572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop, Mc Cafe. Toooooodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3378227616901243100?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3378227616901243100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/whenever-we-commemorate-special-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3378227616901243100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3378227616901243100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/whenever-we-commemorate-special-events.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SOHBsXoZZvI/AAAAAAAAAec/_5Dob4Q7P7Q/s72-c/SP_A3561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-5921850485336579893</id><published>2008-09-14T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:00:39.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A good place of isolation. A place to sit down and read free book(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no big joke. I'm visiting the library tomorrow. I've made library becoming my usual hangout from last week. I study there. I had my short afternoon naps over there. I even secretly brought lunch into the library. I'm good at this. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Im going tomorrow. Totally. Hopefully I can get some nice books .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but sometimes, I just wanted to sit down and reflect on how fast the nine months have gone pass by like a brink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess at times to be silent or even isolating yourself sounds good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5921850485336579893?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5921850485336579893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-place-of-isolation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5921850485336579893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5921850485336579893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-place-of-isolation.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-7501752698918354030</id><published>2008-09-13T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:57:06.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zeal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245871271174476194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SM0UIJfIEaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/K-mB1EZKgQ8/s320/20080605021618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;hello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been awhile, I post an entry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been awhile I see you and you see me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been awhile I read a book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its' been a while I step into the cinema. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been awhile we took pictures together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... I have plenty of time to do so now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-7501752698918354030?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7501752698918354030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/zeal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7501752698918354030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7501752698918354030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/zeal.html' title='zeal.'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SM0UIJfIEaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/K-mB1EZKgQ8/s72-c/20080605021618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-5468160263645127580</id><published>2008-08-22T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:40:05.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrelenting </title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237709245827387282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SLAUzvpSD5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/97IXrRrMSZU/s320/DSC01513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsals have come to an end just as too soon to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Major papers coming up real soon in a zap of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not the first time I'm sitting for a paper but it's making me a nervous wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sense of urgency to start revising and get every word memorised inside the head. Because I don't like to study the last minute.&lt;/div&gt;The feeling of sitting for a paper is like wating for a audition. When you enter in the room, you just want to get over and done with and hurriedly leave the place. I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fatigue starts to set in. Friends do make me laugh but it's no longer the same way anymore. Class tests coming like almost everyday and it's eating me out entirely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When August is gone and september arrives, it's sweet sweet freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because apparently, school stinks :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5468160263645127580?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5468160263645127580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/unrelenting-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5468160263645127580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5468160263645127580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/unrelenting-pain.html' title='Unrelenting '/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SLAUzvpSD5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/97IXrRrMSZU/s72-c/DSC01513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-6644452146397432390</id><published>2008-08-12T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:25:58.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237704755716568562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SLAQuYrcNfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2Cq7a5MmwuQ/s320/2421586697_d818c36c2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt; so in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To dream about &lt;strong&gt;a life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where&lt;strong&gt; you're&lt;/strong&gt; the shining star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like it's too &lt;strong&gt;far&lt;/strong&gt; away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to &lt;strong&gt;believe&lt;/strong&gt; in myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the &lt;strong&gt;only &lt;/strong&gt;way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to find you, I gotta find you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6644452146397432390?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6644452146397432390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-voice-i-hear-inside-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6644452146397432390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6644452146397432390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-voice-i-hear-inside-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SLAQuYrcNfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2Cq7a5MmwuQ/s72-c/2421586697_d818c36c2b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-5056618544404771557</id><published>2008-08-10T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:52:52.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-cipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235139400859420226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SKbzjFHghkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/4hdxeVquq_w/s320/NE3_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favourite. Photo courtesy from ndp.org&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the last day of our hard work.&lt;br /&gt;It was the last time we could give in the best of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the last time we could perform infront of thousand audiences together as one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235125006464077010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SKbmdN0OTNI/AAAAAAAAATU/1LzNK2XJ9x8/s320/NE3_021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235133907535577234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SKbujU5CwJI/AAAAAAAAATc/vNo1ToT0WgI/s320/preview_040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early mornings and long miles of traveling to college east for our magic to be trained well so as to get prepared to entertain the audience with different street acts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every week of intensive rehearsals under the blazing hot sun. And I got kind-of-tanned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause everytime I forgot to apply sun block lotion before I leave house :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was awesome as usual with a bunch of people with high spirits working together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't deny how much I've missed rehearsals and the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended very quickly but it was enjoyable while it lasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos are indeed a good momento :DDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235135112424918146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SKbvpddDDII/AAAAAAAAATk/yKanQkjqpm4/s200/SP_A3224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235135369301307314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SKbv4aZJr7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/hhYR7K7uJko/s200/SP_A3226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235135832978265618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SKbwTZuWlhI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_zL7MX2TLus/s200/SP_A3245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235136714765902274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SKbxGuo6IcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/X0XmfTD48_o/s200/SP_A3233.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235141094073605330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SKb1Fo1OnNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/2ZTbOLeB7_Y/s200/SP_A3223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235141458212553890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SKb1a1WuBKI/AAAAAAAAAVE/tz3PHY1lmpQ/s200/SP_A3225.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235435307688846882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SKgArH9U5iI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Nu4FypTiBag/s200/SP_A3217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235139904411690770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SKb0AY_uZxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/owW8LH5TbK4/s320/NE1_089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try spotting me in the photo. LOL .&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5056618544404771557?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5056618544404771557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/anti-cipation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5056618544404771557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5056618544404771557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/anti-cipation.html' title='Anti-cipation'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SKbzjFHghkI/AAAAAAAAAUc/4hdxeVquq_w/s72-c/NE3_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-5643322346308569333</id><published>2008-07-31T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:08:58.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weight bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230969627587443074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SJgjKVM0-YI/AAAAAAAAAS0/4_YdNRVWd9k/s320/too+tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been very busy lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm preoccupied with projects, test, homeworks, rehearsals and commitments, which explains why I have only two entries for this month. Nice one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, school has been treating me slightly better each day. Or maybe not... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been feeling numb to the routine for these past few weeks or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kept being reminded of many things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just pray for lesser homework/project/test/exams which is least possible to happen. And ample of time to rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need enough sleep and alot of energy food to keep my strength focus from the start of the day to the end of the day. And definitely revelation, to keep me going strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5643322346308569333?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5643322346308569333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/weight-bags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5643322346308569333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5643322346308569333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/weight-bags.html' title='weight bags'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SJgjKVM0-YI/AAAAAAAAAS0/4_YdNRVWd9k/s72-c/too+tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-4847633995348557425</id><published>2008-07-06T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:20:09.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burst</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219901771968381746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SHDRAWCbgzI/AAAAAAAAARU/KtroDQTkDCc/s320/Seven_days_in_sunny_June_by_dudix_movuliu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spoke your word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night turn into day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filled this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so lazy to pack my bag for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides taking accounts to revise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It' has been thrown one side of a corner from the start of my holidays till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's collecting dust and I don't even bother to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmm, maybe July should never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-4847633995348557425?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4847633995348557425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/open.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4847633995348557425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4847633995348557425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/open.html' title='Burst'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SHDRAWCbgzI/AAAAAAAAARU/KtroDQTkDCc/s72-c/Seven_days_in_sunny_June_by_dudix_movuliu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-4315204627341541409</id><published>2008-06-29T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:07:38.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crippled by the vein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gonna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-4315204627341541409?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4315204627341541409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/crippled-by-vein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4315204627341541409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4315204627341541409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/crippled-by-vein.html' title='Crippled by the vein'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-1844034338168993884</id><published>2008-06-04T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:12:48.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're invited to the premiere screening of dreamworks Kung Fu Panda at Great World.&lt;br /&gt;Tickets sponsored by Dad's Co with a gift of goodie bag, a bottle of green tea and a pop corn with sweet and salty mixtures. The show was hilarious I tell you. Especially the Wu Xi finger hold. I rate 5 out of 5 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214709571501390498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SF5eugAreqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/El9Hj4luEN0/s200/SPM_A0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abundance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214710291402370338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SF5fYZ2crSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/zLnJbo9x7Gs/s200/SPM_A0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214710616231202306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SF5frT7rTgI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ahc-ZqZKLhA/s200/SPM_A0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214721293902703298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SF5pY1W8asI/AAAAAAAAARM/fzMpIDCC9D8/s200/SPM_A0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget this super cute panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214719471402386482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SF5nuwBAhDI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/kmzX0LrxLA0/s200/SPM_A0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214720506852301522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SF5orBXgWtI/AAAAAAAAARE/oS11_RRUK6Y/s200/SPM_A0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gooooodnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-1844034338168993884?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1844034338168993884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-invited-to-premiere-screening-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1844034338168993884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1844034338168993884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-invited-to-premiere-screening-of.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SF5eugAreqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/El9Hj4luEN0/s72-c/SPM_A0146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-4448974277742131810</id><published>2008-05-31T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:16:15.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Out at ecp for 07' class gathering (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214698963440499634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SF5VFB53-7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/gGBX7SewdVg/s200/SPM_A0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214700022128036306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SF5WCp0pydI/AAAAAAAAAQU/h53O--yASBY/s200/SnappySnapz011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214700414394307986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SF5WZfIOFZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ke-OR1QwKSo/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's great to be out in the sun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-4448974277742131810?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4448974277742131810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-at-ecp-for-07-class-gathering-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4448974277742131810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4448974277742131810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-at-ecp-for-07-class-gathering-and.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SF5VFB53-7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/gGBX7SewdVg/s72-c/SPM_A0090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-7583002704533047065</id><published>2008-05-29T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:52:15.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Specially To My&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you'll still be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213469009920563986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SFn2cT_SmxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tgyKz0o4ztQ/s200/SP_A1221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently have been catching up on the phone with her. And I find my myself laughing alot. It reminds me of her cranky jokes shared during school days. I hope nostalgia don't hit me. Oh. And she's eighteen so which means she can watch sex and the city or any m18 flicks. Whereas I got to wait like a couple of months. Anyway, we're dating each other during the holidays for flicks,flicks,flicks :D:D &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People don't care how much you know until they know how much you care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-7583002704533047065?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7583002704533047065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/specially-to-my-friend-and-youll-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7583002704533047065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7583002704533047065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/specially-to-my-friend-and-youll-still.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SFn2cT_SmxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tgyKz0o4ztQ/s72-c/SP_A1221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-4713109212503377225</id><published>2008-05-24T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T06:44:33.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken heart that's still beating</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.....................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;RP is having their holiday next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; my sis is having her holiday already. How nice :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh. &amp;amp; GSS is here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I suddenly crave for chocolates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One of my friend is going to europe in June. I hope he'll remember me. Although the imports over there are expensive, pictures are also acceptable. As long as I have a view of europe. Laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope Dad would bring us for a short getaway trip during the June vacation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna watch movieee, I think "what happened in vegas" is nice nice nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The laziness of not checking my mails has now bombarded my inbox with numbers of emails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I had wings, I would fly to Rome,Paris, or Newyork, maybe Milan would be nice too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For the very first time I don't have faith in my calculator instead I borrowed from sis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And it feels good to conquer an accounts paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I spend my quality time with girlfriend today, tomorow will meet up with bestie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shall turn in early, tomorrow is another early session. And I need alot of beautayyye sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the pain there is healing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-4713109212503377225?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4713109212503377225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-pain-there-is-healing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4713109212503377225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4713109212503377225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-pain-there-is-healing.html' title='broken heart that&apos;s still beating'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-6546476775494565985</id><published>2008-05-21T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T06:41:47.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scram</title><content type='html'>Look at the world we live today, look at the hurting everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today again we did not have our sports &amp;amp; wellness.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least we could save the hassle of changing into our attire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6546476775494565985?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6546476775494565985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/scram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6546476775494565985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6546476775494565985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/scram.html' title='Scram'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-5343619001619702558</id><published>2008-05-16T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:01:16.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nemo emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, this week has rather been an unpleasant week :/ And I shall not elaborate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, tomorrow will be seeing my love ones again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel you tugging at me, a voice that whisper inside of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come away, come away with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5343619001619702558?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5343619001619702558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/nemo-is-emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5343619001619702558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5343619001619702558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/nemo-is-emo.html' title='Nemo emo'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-7051675390385798574</id><published>2008-05-04T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:03:44.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Floor</title><content type='html'>Under the floor&lt;br /&gt;Between me and the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a presence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot &lt;strong&gt;deny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's under the car&lt;br /&gt;Between me and the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see glory&lt;/strong&gt; filling up the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I'm certain&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;He hears me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He listens&lt;/strong&gt; even as I sing my song&lt;br /&gt;I'm emphatic that &lt;strong&gt;He's near me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see his touch in everything here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep is the soul&lt;br /&gt;Is the space &lt;strong&gt;I control&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the one thing&lt;strong&gt; I can&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;call as mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeper the cold&lt;br /&gt;When He's far from my soul&lt;br /&gt;I surrender &lt;strong&gt;all of me&lt;/strong&gt; inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196527863564865874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SB3Gjz00EVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1S63QFWzNOo/s200/summer+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-7051675390385798574?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7051675390385798574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/under-floor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7051675390385798574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7051675390385798574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/under-floor.html' title='Under The Floor'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SB3Gjz00EVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1S63QFWzNOo/s72-c/summer+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-8950088306144340736</id><published>2008-05-02T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:00:59.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A call to persevere</title><content type='html'>I’m happy with the fact that I have him to turn to, who is none other than the Lord. &lt;div&gt;He’s my feet when I can’t move on, my guide when my inspiration has run dry, my strength when I'm weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198770985958970018" style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" height="229" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SCW-qt6xEqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SYXuOI7EEhM/s320/(e)SP_A2669.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-8950088306144340736?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8950088306144340736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/call-to-persevere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8950088306144340736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8950088306144340736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/call-to-persevere.html' title='A call to persevere'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SCW-qt6xEqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SYXuOI7EEhM/s72-c/(e)SP_A2669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-1711244352625960814</id><published>2008-04-30T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T01:15:42.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some hearts burn faster</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm really sorry if I update back dates cause I really have no time to update on actual dates. Laughs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'm thankful today, is a holiday. But I have to practise my accounts until I can perfectly score flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. A part of me often have this urge to quit and even give up. I know it's my carnal flesh that burn out. The worst thing is I don't even know when it starts to pull me down.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have a goal within to stop me from falling. And somethings I have now seems to be like out of place.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather I feel I'm not good enough sometimes. I feel lousy when I fail to do an assignment.&lt;br /&gt;I feel gobsmack when I thought I could and later I failed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel awfully bad like an under-acheiver when I can't absorb faster than the others. I wonder, if others could do it, why can't I ?&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I feel like locking myself in a cubicle and cry my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Um. Okay. I should stop here.&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids are getting heavy now and it's a struggle to keep them open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-1711244352625960814?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1711244352625960814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-hearts-burn-faster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1711244352625960814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1711244352625960814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-hearts-burn-faster.html' title='some hearts burn faster'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-6992723535023171379</id><published>2008-04-28T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:39:49.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, I'm home early and am indulging my icecream infront of the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy days like that when I can be alone at home comfortably doing things that makes me delightful. Oh. And school was quite alright than the previous two weeks which was awful to the core for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy almost everyday. Still, life moves on gradually.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can catch up with my love ones soon. I hope time will give in to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised myself coming to school late nowadays. Knowing the ten minutes of grace is given, I took granted of it. And, and Chloe has made new friends. After two weeks in school I made new friends. Yeah, a loser I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to celebrate wenshan's b-day later at cathay but unpleasantly, we are assigned with homework and test. Teachers are very mean nowadays. And that's why I'm home early to finish what-I-have-to-do, homework. And test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So shit :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-6992723535023171379?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6992723535023171379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/surprisingly-im-home-early-and-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6992723535023171379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6992723535023171379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/surprisingly-im-home-early-and-am.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-5116096242429211793</id><published>2008-04-20T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:15:41.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is monday again :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I trim my nails too short. And I suddenly feel like cutting my hair short.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Maybe it's accounts that has drive me&lt;em&gt; crazyyyyyy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world. I'm going to bed and have a good sleep and wake up tomorrrow, it will be a better day. I will be a happy man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5116096242429211793?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5116096242429211793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5116096242429211793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5116096242429211793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-4499284719506388579</id><published>2008-04-19T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:16:04.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's saturday night. A weekend almost past and I haven't revise my accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lesson I am already contemplating to escape. And whenever I see signboard on the streets like "DR", I'll go crazy. Because its the short form for debit. Shit :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus broke down half way through. And I was pissed off awhile ago for that.&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, I dont like waiting for Bus 99. I dont know why does it take so long for bus 99 to arrive. While other buses come and go. It's just 99 I have to wait. And I will start to get impatient when the bright sky turns dark or even when I'm about to be late for school. And when a bus 99 finally arrive, sometimes behind will follow by two or three buses of 99. So pek chek. I have no offense though.&lt;br /&gt;Um, nevermind bout that now. I'm a very forgiving person - You know, Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried alot these two days. So on a happier note, someone complimented that my loafers are nice. I wore my loafers out today. So waiting for the bus, this man beside me saw this loafers and give compliments with his tumb up. And I can feel a slight inner enlightenment, like finally. Even it's just for awhile. I really am emotionally happy. LOL. ( roll eyes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-4499284719506388579?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4499284719506388579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-saturday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4499284719506388579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4499284719506388579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-saturday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-1747327964186846391</id><published>2008-04-19T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:12:59.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>steady hands</title><content type='html'>Three days orientation programme, two days lesson. I still don't exactly like school. I so wanna get my bus card, sign up my CCA and quickly settle down. Before projects and assignments slowly start to stack up which is pressure that starts to set in. In fact, accounts is already pressuring the first lesson. I have this feeling of throwing my accounts book aside. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know with every disappointment will be a new appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Every stumbling block will be a stepping stone.&lt;br /&gt;I shall speak to the mountain of difficulties to be removed. And with a goal of getting 2.8-3.0 GPA this semester. I can't be bothered by anything else. I don't like to have distractions to get in my way. I'll do my best and He'll do the rest for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-1747327964186846391?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1747327964186846391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/steady-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1747327964186846391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/1747327964186846391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/steady-hands.html' title='steady hands'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-8613892921687148444</id><published>2008-04-16T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T08:16:00.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, let me slipped away</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things are pretty much out of control recently. But God give me truth. Nothing seems to be the way it used to. Everything seems shallow, God give me truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messenger put me online for the whole day when I'm not and I dont know what's wrong with it :/ But anyway, it's okay now. The recipient is able to receive message. So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my previous classmates, my CA and the classroom where we had our lesson and all. I miss all their cranky jokes and laughter. But what's the point now being all nostalgic, where everyone has their own life to move on with. Perhaps these changes that are we living now might be good for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-8613892921687148444?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8613892921687148444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-are-pretty-much-out-of-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8613892921687148444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/8613892921687148444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-are-pretty-much-out-of-control.html' title='So, let me slipped away'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-573917456844542055</id><published>2008-04-13T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T07:54:44.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undone</title><content type='html'>Hello again. And I'm finally back. My nearly five months bliss of holiday has just gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189095838645629842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANfLBfuM5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/OnG7NG7hqnU/s200/SP_A2605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189081841347211858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANScRfuMlI/AAAAAAAAALo/RbBp-g_4Fu8/s200/SP_A2612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like home :DDD &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189082773355115122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANTShfuMnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8b4pxKeLC-c/s200/SP_A2611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other wednesday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189083512089490050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANT9hfuMoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ncq1MVwy090/s200/SP_A2600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send me a letter to this mailbox. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189084070435238546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANUeBfuMpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/gGi8ptPs-y4/s200/SP_A2604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189084667435692706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANVAxfuMqI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YDdsLgoLJM0/s200/SP_A2599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me there someday, again please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________________________ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sunday night with Jol, love&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189089512158802626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANZaxfuMsI/AAAAAAAAAMg/jisZ7t3cKzU/s200/DSC01532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189089078367105714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANZBhfuMrI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gRGpnOBccfg/s200/DSC01534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189089782741742290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANZqhfuMtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PMFfHGqA-90/s200/DSC01544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189089894410892002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANZxBfuMuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Fu_F3WPohLY/s200/DSC01541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189090023259910898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANZ4hfuMvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xu-h5DhVzXU/s200/DSC01542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet smile, a instant of hope and followed by a natural shoot. And I hope they dont get to see this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189091616692777730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANbVRfuMwI/AAAAAAAAANA/ijPCmKJkINg/s200/DSC01547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189097586697319346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANgwxfuM7I/AAAAAAAAAOY/qxxn7J6IsUk/s200/2008_0406Jolina0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random-ness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189092243758002978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANb5xfuMyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4iiuI1WnBns/s200/DSC01624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service wasn't that satisfaction :[&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189093343269630802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANc5xfuM1I/AAAAAAAAANo/pdI6bPcxm0U/s200/DSC01636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She turns eighteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189094043349300082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANdihfuM3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/NItTov7BlQc/s200/2008_0406Jolina0400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189109488051696610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANrlhfuM-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/Odd4K5c7VS8/s200/DSC01595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189118833900532722" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="130" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/SAN0FhfuM_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/vYVSKoeJkC8/s200/2008_0406Jolina0377.JPG" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-573917456844542055?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/573917456844542055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/undone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/573917456844542055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/573917456844542055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/undone.html' title='Undone'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/SANfLBfuM5I/AAAAAAAAAOI/OnG7NG7hqnU/s72-c/SP_A2605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-683131546073660051</id><published>2008-03-22T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T04:47:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stars are all over tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to say this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly. Adult fare is killing me. I cant wait any longer for the school to give out my student pass. Everytime I give the card a scan I can feel the heart pain. And even to the worst, to see a hole in the wallet. Okay. That's a little exaggerating. Though. The matter-of-fact is, sooner or later I will still have to use an adult fare. I cant be a student forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly. I can really understand now. To feel how insecure sometimes to walk home alone late at night. I will be very sharp and careful if there is a next time. Just like the saying goes, once bitten twice shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly. Happy B-day to my brother-in-christ, Eldad Tan. May the good Lord bless you and may all your dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-683131546073660051?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/683131546073660051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/stars-are-all-over-tonight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/683131546073660051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/683131546073660051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/stars-are-all-over-tonight.html' title='stars are all over tonight'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-5683843012370310876</id><published>2008-03-12T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T08:23:32.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops on my window pane</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Messenger seems very silent after the conversation has gone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello. The top scorer has finally went shopping with her awarded vouchers.&lt;br /&gt;And she bought me some nice pens. I know my sister is nice. Plus, I have helped by encouraging and supporting her during her mdist of her studies and examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178600396240516818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/R94Vn3uc9tI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RzdWPOpycEE/s200/A.Putinblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that bad either. On the other hand. I've received a letter from school congratulating me on receiving the eagles award. I could feel a slight glow of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to boast. But in fact. What you sowed, you definitely reaped.&lt;br /&gt;God is good and fair. So let's all keep up the good work and JY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been pouring since the day when the bright sky decided to hide somewhere. I really dont like the carrrying of umbrella. But I like the cold weather. At night I would cuddle in my blanket to keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the smell of raindrops. And feel the coldness out there in every housing estate with raindrops flowing down on their window pane.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To: Dad and Jolina, love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's pouring everyday and it's cold over here. I hope you are fine over there. Enjoy yourself. I'm looking forward to the week-ends in seeing you. Please take care and come home safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5683843012370310876?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5683843012370310876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/raindrops-on-my-window-pane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5683843012370310876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5683843012370310876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/raindrops-on-my-window-pane.html' title='Raindrops on my window pane'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/R94Vn3uc9tI/AAAAAAAAAK8/RzdWPOpycEE/s72-c/A.Putinblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-7647838209126664441</id><published>2008-03-12T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T08:27:29.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently I got my purchases online. I find it quite pleasing and somehow interesting to have shop online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's the-matter-of-fact. I'll skimmed very closely at the best product with the cheapest price. Aha. I sound so cheapo over here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite typical too. I guess. In terms of purchases. Anyway it depends also on the kind of product I purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note. I'm really starting to miss my Daddykin and jol, love. One on a business trip and the other on a holiday trip respectively. I cannot understand why are the weekends take so long to arrive. I have to wait for the weekends to see them before I explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, this is terrible. Please try to make them stay. And next time when I leave to another place I can also feel my presence very much missed and needed too. I think that would be fair. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why suddenly I would mention about them. Perhaps I really miss their love, their company and presence. I very much want them to be in singapore right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Maybe I could write a letter or something. Why didnt I even thought of sending emails to Dad. It's convenient and moreover it's free. haha. Sounds like I'm so cheapo over mails. Okay I should stop before I type another cheapo word again. But then again, I'm recently on a economy drive. Getting out of it soon. Very soon. I confessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-7647838209126664441?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7647838209126664441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/recently-i-got-my-purchases-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7647838209126664441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7647838209126664441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/recently-i-got-my-purchases-online.html' title=''/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-6072386657080717543</id><published>2008-03-11T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:11:20.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to prove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt; Morning exercise turn out to be okay than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I didnt quite manage to run the whole round incentively. Cause there are distractions around me. Couldnt quite understand. Was he actually tracing me or what. Okay. nevermind. I can't quite explain. And I'm really sure that I dont want to talk and even think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hit town together with mum, auntie, cousins and all in the late evening. We went shopping. Besides that, we also had a little grocery shopping after dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the cute little colourful packaging of tibits that displayed so deliciously on the rack. I bought a box of our all time favourite tibits to share with sis. And mum bought one packet of our healthy diet snack :DDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/R94Cenuc9lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/o1hfL531Qz4/s1600-h/SP_A2462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178579346605798994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/R94Cenuc9lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/o1hfL531Qz4/s200/SP_A2462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/R94DYHuc9nI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IjTT14jZBV0/s1600-h/SP_A2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178580334448277106" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="159" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/R94DYHuc9nI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IjTT14jZBV0/s200/SP_A2463.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/R94DHHuc9mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/OaIn3Ex0d-A/s1600-h/SP_A2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/11242514-6072386657080717543?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6072386657080717543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-to-prove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6072386657080717543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/6072386657080717543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-to-prove.html' title='Nothing to prove'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/R94Cenuc9lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/o1hfL531Qz4/s72-c/SP_A2462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-3114180826361022504</id><published>2008-03-06T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:53:15.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178591814895859362" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/R94N0Xuc9qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/a9Au37E0lmc/s200/B..jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178591565787756162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/R94Nl3uc9oI/AAAAAAAAAKU/cq5CiH87Ot4/s200/Ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178591681751873170" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/R94Nsnuc9pI/AAAAAAAAAKc/w0s58RpMrIg/s200/Adjusted.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I was too sensitive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling blah. I would have save the 27 bucks for consultation. Truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;But its better for me to get it out of the chest. The doctor is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice talking to her anyway. Especially when she smiles. She gave me the assurance that I'll be okay. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I dont know what I'm blabbing over here. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tablet tonight. I pray that I will be able to sleep. Because for the past few days I havent been able to sleep. Or concentrate on anything. And, and I know I was merely sensitive and anxious. Which I dont what I'm anxious about :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the feeling deep inside , I don't like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-3114180826361022504?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3114180826361022504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3114180826361022504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/3114180826361022504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/08.html' title='08'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/R94N0Xuc9qI/AAAAAAAAAKk/a9Au37E0lmc/s72-c/B..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-7260850105809180800</id><published>2008-03-05T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:10:03.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This time</title><content type='html'>A letter has arrived. And it's time to pay school fees. Again.&lt;br /&gt;I probably pay school fees online. This will save time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I just found out that I lost my thumbdrive. The important gadget that stores important information. Oh man. I totally have no idea where I misplace it. Feeling very pek chek.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, this is a problem with short term memory. Shucks :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wannnnnnna get a new one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-7260850105809180800?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7260850105809180800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7260850105809180800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/7260850105809180800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-time.html' title='This time'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-11242514.post-4857366462218499945</id><published>2008-02-29T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:29:58.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need you just like a heart needs a beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172319625641874482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/R8fFS58qVDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cDNyZQuyPOA/s200/SP_A2263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am now stucked at home. Kinda plain boring over here. Waiting for my friends to come over in the evening. Feeling a little down the past two days. I dont know what has really got into me recently. Apparently, I can feel a little discomfort every now and then. I think it is some worry symptoms. Or maybe it was just me being temperamental again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Maybe i should consult a doctor or perhaps even a psychiatrist. On the other hand, I still think shopping is much cheaper. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;People who talks on the phone to me seems that I'm a little down. Maybe I should rise my volume a little higher and make it sounds hyper. Then they will think that I'm going crazy or has even gone high. Ha. In fact going to the Lord is much much much better. I prefer looking for him and pour out everything. Even before I want to say or ask anything, He has already know on his mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-4857366462218499945?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4857366462218499945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-need-you-just-like-heart-needs-beat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4857366462218499945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/4857366462218499945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-need-you-just-like-heart-needs-beat.html' title='I need you just like a heart needs a beat'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/R8fFS58qVDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cDNyZQuyPOA/s72-c/SP_A2263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-292384615536037694</id><published>2008-02-24T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T10:26:50.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Till The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172310254023234578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/R8e8xZ8qVBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WFiql8golr4/s200/SP_A2242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I got very drained out after the two weekend. I was very tired and i think i walk like a limp. I can sleep anywhere for that very moment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After service today, I went to help out for the dialect ministry even though I can still feel a little dismay in the inside. But helping and giving makes me feel so much better. It gives life and makes me feel so good in the inside. Sometimes better than going shopping/window shop. Sometimes it feels so much better to give than to take/recieve. I meant all the time it's like that. Don't you feel the same and I'm happy that I choose to give even more than to receive this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is my second time serving. And I grow to like the duty that is given. Though it's stuffy, hot and, and okay, but I get to make friends. I meant I get to talk to nice strangers. People that comes in and out of the lift. They tends to talk to me. Maybe because the atmosphere is vey clam and stuffy. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I see elderly rushing for toilet and also rushing into the lift. And they are all seems so excited to go home after service. They are all such nice and friendly elderlys. The way when I surveyed through their communication and affection for each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And they communicate a language I don't learn at all. In fact, the truth is, I dont have to learn. It's cantonese I think so. I just tend to nod my head and smile at them when they ask me questions. I guess most elderly in the world or maybe over here do speak cantonese. ( I hope I typed cantonese correctly)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-292384615536037694?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/292384615536037694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-like-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/292384615536037694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/292384615536037694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-like-forever.html' title='Till The End'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/R8e8xZ8qVBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WFiql8golr4/s72-c/SP_A2242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11242514.post-5710767102246209988</id><published>2008-02-19T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T02:53:18.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>"Why did I promise to meet them for breakfast at such earthly hour in the morning at eightAM? " This is the sentence that comes to my mind the moment i open my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a long time or maybe i do feel like some donkey and monkey years when i wake up very early in the morning at sixAM. I dragged myself up. But i'm still glad on the second thought to wake up this early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168634268622372674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnqZwey5fLo/R7qte5Mlv0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/BT8A5VqUB_w/s320/hr_PS_I_Love_You_6_sized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagline : Sometimes there's only one thing left to say. His life ended. Now, a new one will begin&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to live life one letter at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable Quote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gerry Kennedy&lt;/u&gt;: [holding Holly by the shoulders] What do you want? I know what I want , cause I'm holding it in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 10.30AM movie and no doubt , it was definitely a nice and memorable flim.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us teared like tap water, i would say. I dont mind watching the second time.&lt;br /&gt;If money would drop itself into my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for the jacket, girl. And i use it even to clean my tears.&lt;br /&gt;Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are billion of people in the world and million of people over here. But sometimes, you just need the one in a million to make you happy. (sweet phrase. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11242514-5710767102246209988?l=insideof-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5710767102246209988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-should-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5710767102246209988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11242514/posts/default/5710767102246209988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insideof-me.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-should-i.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>chloe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UnqZwey5fLo/R7qte5Mlv0I/AAAAAAAAAJM/BT8A5VqUB_w/s72-c/hr_PS_I_Love_You_6_sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
