<?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-7694260144841806949</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:54:50.060-07:00</updated><category term='A blessing in disguise?'/><category term='Total elipse of the heart'/><category term='It&apos;s too late to apologise'/><category term='Money makes the world go round'/><title type='text'>Annice's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>439</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5267710177732013392</id><published>2010-05-27T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T21:27:44.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S_9F3nrIRjI/AAAAAAAAAxw/luuyjOEvCsU/s1600/20091112153750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476172493750814258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S_9F3nrIRjI/AAAAAAAAAxw/luuyjOEvCsU/s400/20091112153750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S_9GGW9ZoLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2TNzOkDQA2g/s1600/DONGAINTERVIEW4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476172746962084018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S_9GGW9ZoLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2TNzOkDQA2g/s400/DONGAINTERVIEW4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE TO DIE FOR GUY - KIM KIBUM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5267710177732013392?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5267710177732013392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5267710177732013392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5267710177732013392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5267710177732013392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S_9F3nrIRjI/AAAAAAAAAxw/luuyjOEvCsU/s72-c/20091112153750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5248262652954127579</id><published>2010-05-16T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T06:54:00.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha oh dear it's been nearly a century since i last updated my space. Uhkay i'm so caught up with my life that's why i have not been constantly updating. Exams are officially over and i've passed 4 out of 6 subjects which is a vast improvement as compared to the past. Pretty satisfied with the grades i've obtained. So the saying "You reap what you sow. Your hard work will eventually be paid off if you bother to put in effort." is so dang true. Flunk Mathematics and Humanities even though i honestly did study for it ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my life is preoccupied with my lovely classmates who are a bunch of awesome people. Seriously, i've never been more than happy with my life than before. Hehehe, uhkay and i've visited Universal Studio like 4 days ago. Awesome much. Sara's birthday bbq yesterday. I'll further update the details once i can find time uhkay and also wait for them to upload the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5248262652954127579?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5248262652954127579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5248262652954127579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5248262652954127579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5248262652954127579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/05/hahaha-oh-dear-its-been-nearly-century.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5667243081827000229</id><published>2010-04-11T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:09:49.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S8Fm9Rs0uCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/en56Zv1u7v0/s1600/15010_1246703694516_1437125500_30515744_8259768_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458757426259212322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S8Fm9Rs0uCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/en56Zv1u7v0/s400/15010_1246703694516_1437125500_30515744_8259768_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clash of the Titans on Friday with my affable classmates and celebrate Grandfather's 75Th birthday. My weekends are practically burnt because i have a heavy workload plus a diagnostic test on Tuesday. Wtf, fml seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5667243081827000229?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5667243081827000229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5667243081827000229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5667243081827000229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5667243081827000229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/04/clash-of-titans-on-friday-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S8Fm9Rs0uCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/en56Zv1u7v0/s72-c/15010_1246703694516_1437125500_30515744_8259768_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4408074507799875118</id><published>2010-04-06T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:34:21.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7snpQgzXPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mRWTON7XAwo/s1600/24773_1240191016206_1572229218_30526747_2997239_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456998963250158834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7snpQgzXPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mRWTON7XAwo/s400/24773_1240191016206_1572229218_30526747_2997239_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7sniEmWw2I/AAAAAAAAAxY/ETYnnNwxsyY/s1600/24773_1240069413166_1572229218_30526551_6043850_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456998839793140578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7sniEmWw2I/AAAAAAAAAxY/ETYnnNwxsyY/s400/24773_1240069413166_1572229218_30526551_6043850_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7snPn4-X5I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YywLiquDz9Q/s1600/24773_1240131494718_1572229218_30526648_581949_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456998522848960402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7snPn4-X5I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YywLiquDz9Q/s400/24773_1240131494718_1572229218_30526648_581949_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7snK-vudKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KWjIOYMOzr4/s1600/24773_1240147375115_1572229218_30526663_1811666_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456998443084838050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7snK-vudKI/AAAAAAAAAxI/KWjIOYMOzr4/s400/24773_1240147375115_1572229218_30526663_1811666_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7smk4BuQxI/AAAAAAAAAxA/MmuzGQjLoNA/s1600/24773_1240892993755_1572229218_30529112_6583243_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456997788446245650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7smk4BuQxI/AAAAAAAAAxA/MmuzGQjLoNA/s400/24773_1240892993755_1572229218_30529112_6583243_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7smXFpu4NI/AAAAAAAAAw4/t2PKClOAGHU/s1600/24773_1240240937454_1572229218_30526931_5247701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456997551585550546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7smXFpu4NI/AAAAAAAAAw4/t2PKClOAGHU/s400/24773_1240240937454_1572229218_30526931_5247701_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7smUMZbNjI/AAAAAAAAAww/Yz7tXC0g-IQ/s1600/24773_1240183416016_1572229218_30526740_3575707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456997501856593458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7smUMZbNjI/AAAAAAAAAww/Yz7tXC0g-IQ/s400/24773_1240183416016_1572229218_30526740_3575707_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7smNd5mVyI/AAAAAAAAAwo/X9IDvs8HbtQ/s1600/24773_1240071213211_1572229218_30526559_4760536_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456997386295858978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7smNd5mVyI/AAAAAAAAAwo/X9IDvs8HbtQ/s400/24773_1240071213211_1572229218_30526559_4760536_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken during the outing on 02/04/2010, Good Friday. Hahaha, omg they seriously took a lot of photos and i can't possibly upload all into blogger. Ang~ Okay, the rest are all in facebook! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-4408074507799875118?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4408074507799875118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4408074507799875118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4408074507799875118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4408074507799875118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures-taken-during-outing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7snpQgzXPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/mRWTON7XAwo/s72-c/24773_1240191016206_1572229218_30526747_2997239_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-751333703213887077</id><published>2010-04-03T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:41:55.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Hi, i have no idea why am i out of my bed at such an early hour. Anyway, I had an enjoyable time with my classmates yesterday. Marvellous Good Friday. Went to Dara's apartment and i was taken aback by its magnificent facet. Bowling session was undoubtedly filled with laughter. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, chuckling at some of them who 'failed'. Thereafter it was bonding session with an addition of merrymaking games. Took countless of pictures and filmed videos, epic. Well hopefully &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be able to receive it soon. Alright, so all of us were pleased with the time spent yesterday :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-751333703213887077?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/751333703213887077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=751333703213887077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/751333703213887077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/751333703213887077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-hi-i-have-no-idea-why-am-i-out-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6329260907161335215</id><published>2010-03-30T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T05:04:29.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7Hn_3e9q7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/rQ2BWOxTseU/s1600/IMG00226-20100319-0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454395708133977010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7Hn_3e9q7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/rQ2BWOxTseU/s400/IMG00226-20100319-0045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7Hn4kSeW9I/AAAAAAAAAwY/5S5z8Z1rtsY/s1600/IMG00209-20100318-2149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454395582722235346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7Hn4kSeW9I/AAAAAAAAAwY/5S5z8Z1rtsY/s400/IMG00209-20100318-2149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7Hnz_cNPoI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/40WKu88krbI/s1600/IMG00201-20100318-2145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454395504111468162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7Hnz_cNPoI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/40WKu88krbI/s400/IMG00201-20100318-2145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7HnOF9f7-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/btB8OrjyW7M/s1600/IMG00206-20100318-2147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454394853026688994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7HnOF9f7-I/AAAAAAAAAwA/btB8OrjyW7M/s400/IMG00206-20100318-2147.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7HnI8TM59I/AAAAAAAAAv4/rSR_tg8OhRk/s1600/IMG00222-20100319-0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454394764534015954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7HnI8TM59I/AAAAAAAAAv4/rSR_tg8OhRk/s400/IMG00222-20100319-0044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above are the pictures taken on 18/3/2010, yeah the unfortunate day when i carelessly lost my mobile. Buzzing off to complete my assignments which is supposedly due 2 days ago. Bbq on friday hehehe ;) &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/7694260144841806949-6329260907161335215?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6329260907161335215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6329260907161335215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6329260907161335215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6329260907161335215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/above-are-pictures-taken-on-1832010.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S7Hn_3e9q7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/rQ2BWOxTseU/s72-c/IMG00226-20100319-0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5817287206074960647</id><published>2010-03-28T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T04:38:22.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSx2NXKXodk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSx2NXKXodk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this video very meaningful and i thought it is something worth sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5817287206074960647?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5817287206074960647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5817287206074960647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5817287206074960647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5817287206074960647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6398138026507867518</id><published>2010-03-26T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:41:12.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the entire week, i finally came to perceive what exactly are my hobbies and the things that I'm comfortable doing with. True enough it has managed to raise my awareness, i was partially marvelled at how much i actually adore peace and serenity, honestly. I'm definitely not someone who is able to suit domestic life for long, however i am pleased to discover that I'm largely interested in reading &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Leads to an increase in knowledge and learning new English words is not a bad idea after all, really) &lt;/span&gt;Up next, i seem to have an avid liking towards vampires. Ah, okay as a matter of fact i should put in this manner instead: Vampires are fascinating creatures and i am captivated by them. Sounds absurd but the truth is never sane. Do they really exist? No idea, hopefully I'll be able to unearth this myth in time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-6398138026507867518?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6398138026507867518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6398138026507867518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6398138026507867518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6398138026507867518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-entire-week-i-finally-came-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5754756787494537522</id><published>2010-03-23T06:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:26:15.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've obtain a new number already, so friends can just get it form me. After 3 days without the company of my phone.. Nevertheless, i still pine for my old phone ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5754756787494537522?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5754756787494537522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5754756787494537522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5754756787494537522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5754756787494537522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-obtain-new-number-already-after-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-7893204020265723207</id><published>2010-03-21T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:14:53.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friends, please drop me your contact because i lost my mobile :-(&lt;br /&gt;8154xxx2 has been suspended and ceased its service, will update my friends with the new number again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Pawena on Thursday. Abandoned our preliminary plan which was to club at Supperclub since they were holding on an event. We ended up going drinking at V3 with Kenny and Joseph. I will conclude that it was an ominous night because i lost my phone when it was falling right on my lap throughout the entire night -.- Woots, i can foretell that there's a whole lot of laughter going on, well I've already gotten over the loss of it. Previously, one of the Thai dancers have warned me about leaving the phone on the table thus i kept it near me. However i was so hare-brained and still lose it. Pawena made countless attempts by calling, yet the person who found my mobile blatantly switched it off. Pawena mentioned something which made absolute sense. Why on earth would the fellow pilfer my mobile when everyone's using either I phone or Blackberry these days? Ugh shan't dwell over it anymore, Pawena helped me onto a cab and i vomited along the journey. Home at around 3.30a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to upload pictures sincee they're all stored in sis's phone. But well, I'll post them once I receive it in some time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-7893204020265723207?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/7893204020265723207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=7893204020265723207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/7893204020265723207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/7893204020265723207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/please-drop-me-your-contact-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-501215650973061924</id><published>2010-03-17T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:22:46.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as you know, i am not a fellow devotee of your belief however i pledge that I'll at least show some recognition about your existence should you purge this scandalous fag from my mind and if possible, evict him from earth because the world will be free of misery. Ya know, make this place a preferable and more conducive place for living. Well, in turn you'll also be doing the earthlings a good deed by eliminating this unscrupulous seducer. Jesus, how can any normal human being constantly pursue women promiscuously and portray such barbarous, immoral actions? Like omfg. Haven't you teach your people to be chaste and reputable, so shouldn't you practice what you've preached? Oh Jesus, i won't forget to give thanks to you because you had foresight and I'm really pleased that he's already out of my life, like forever. Life is tranquil without a sex maniac. Please continue to guide me and shower me with your unselfishness blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know I'm very earnest in this, Amen :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He thinks he's the Don Juan of the society? -.- Well, he can continue dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-501215650973061924?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/501215650973061924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=501215650973061924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/501215650973061924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/501215650973061924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-jesus-as-far-as-you-know-i-am-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-7031730311353723981</id><published>2010-03-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:39:15.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's the truth you've been trying not to face, or the truth that will change your life. Sometimes it's the truth that's a long time coming. Or the truth that you prayed would never see the light of day. Some truths may not be heard the way we hoped they would. But they linger, long after they've been said. But the kind of truth I'm most thankful for? The kind you never see coming, that falls right into your lap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-7031730311353723981?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/7031730311353723981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=7031730311353723981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/7031730311353723981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/7031730311353723981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-its-truth-youve-been-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4354324008945858724</id><published>2010-03-14T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:27:53.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,&lt;br /&gt;We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;&lt;br /&gt;But were we burdened with like weight of pain,&lt;br /&gt;As much or more we should ourselves complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;Greatest English dramatist &amp;amp; poet (1564 - 1616)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two loves I have, of comfort and despair,&lt;br /&gt;Which like two spirits do suggest me still:&lt;br /&gt;The better angel is a man right fair,&lt;br /&gt;The worser spirit a woman coloured ill.&lt;br /&gt;To win me soon to hell, my female evil&lt;br /&gt;Tempteth my better angel from my side,&lt;br /&gt;And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,&lt;br /&gt;Wooing his purity with her foul pride.&lt;br /&gt;And whether that my angel be turned fiend,&lt;br /&gt;Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;&lt;br /&gt;But being both from me both to each friend,&lt;br /&gt;I guess one angel in another's hell.&lt;br /&gt;Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Till my bad angel fire my good one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despair by William Shakespeare&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/7694260144841806949-4354324008945858724?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4354324008945858724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4354324008945858724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4354324008945858724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4354324008945858724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/wretched-soul-bruised-with-adversity-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5405367190506524523</id><published>2010-03-13T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:53:09.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, i have sufficient time to update. So i'll simply summarize everything in a few sentences since i'm feeling slothful now aww. Hahaha, last Saturday was spent with sis at the Resort. Kinda enjoyed ourselves. Went bugis and town yesterday, Shokudo is scrumptious. Headed home early. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S5slCXhUvgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/lGfDWQ_vDWs/s1600-h/564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447988896838499842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S5slCXhUvgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/lGfDWQ_vDWs/s400/564.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S5skE4Ej6fI/AAAAAAAAAvA/0Bk2eY5O8qg/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447987840424339954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S5skE4Ej6fI/AAAAAAAAAvA/0Bk2eY5O8qg/s400/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Presenting my stunning maiden at the bottom ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S5sa0epw9oI/AAAAAAAAAuw/EYDV9wMUn8Y/s1600-h/Pawena.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447977663118505602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S5sa0epw9oI/AAAAAAAAAuw/EYDV9wMUn8Y/s400/Pawena.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S5skAliKFQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/h7jM5mmz9vg/s1600-h/Pawena+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447987766728725762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S5skAliKFQI/AAAAAAAAAu4/h7jM5mmz9vg/s400/Pawena+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credits to Pawena, i've saved it from her webby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall rent some dramas to ease my boredom, just so you know the vacations have approached. Hehehe. &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/7694260144841806949-5405367190506524523?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5405367190506524523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5405367190506524523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5405367190506524523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5405367190506524523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally-i-have-sufficient-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S5slCXhUvgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/lGfDWQ_vDWs/s72-c/564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6287447042179682171</id><published>2010-03-08T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T03:56:39.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll update when i'm free, probably tomorrow. Tight schedule and hard up for time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its perfectly fine, hahaha i'm not affected by it so please don't apologise because there's no need for it. I understand what was happening and i wasn't even pissed at all. Don't worry okay, hopefully everything will turn out well for you hehehe :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-6287447042179682171?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6287447042179682171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6287447042179682171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6287447042179682171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6287447042179682171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-update-when-im-free-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5429590181262247207</id><published>2010-03-04T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T06:18:08.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This world is full of uncertainties and is filled with utmost controversy. Probably that explains why as humans, we're always disgruntled at things that others are able to achieve of, yet we ourselves failed to achieve it. Look, the world world is always unfair and will always be. Rather than constantly putting the blame onto others, shouldn't we do some soul-searching instead? Comparing doesn't equate to being successful in attaining your goal, likewise underhand methods gets you nowhere near either. If you yearn for something then earn it with your own merits, you'll feel a sense of achievement anyway. If not otherwise, you ought to be contented with your own loot and cease expressing your displeasure because at the end of the day, you don't gain anything from resenting. Never take things for &lt;strong&gt;granted &lt;/strong&gt;since what you have will never remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5429590181262247207?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5429590181262247207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5429590181262247207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5429590181262247207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5429590181262247207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-world-is-full-of-uncertainties-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-8709269974110342718</id><published>2010-03-03T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:42:30.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh i have to comment that the stifling atmosphere these days is really driving me berserk, leaves me feeling somnolent. Can't wait to meet Sis this week :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh anyway if you're wondering why am i always feeling so miffed, well its because i'll be put off the minute i log into my fb account. Lol, some lowlife doesn't fail to crack me up. Making a fool of himself, you know its something like the joke of the day? Yeah, that sort of thing. I have no idea how to get it across to strangers, however my friends would definitely have the ability to fathom what my mind's thinking. Disgruntled when someone doesn't understand how important self-esteem is. Ridiculously smiling when i'm being sarcastic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, i'm not trying to be mean neither am i humiliating that particular person but shouldn't that person spend some time thinking about what other female asociates might think of him, okay for his own sake and good? Yeah yeah, that person might probably be seeking solitude in himself and picture himself as the most charming guy on earth? -.- Ugh okay, shall just take it that i'm speaking to some spastic semi-adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-8709269974110342718?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/8709269974110342718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=8709269974110342718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8709269974110342718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8709269974110342718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh-i-have-to-comment-that-stifling.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5666575510824309308</id><published>2010-03-01T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:24:57.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is totally and absolutely hysterical! Talking about being a desperado, have you grown to be so indispensable without the company of females? Most "memorable" birthday present i've ever receive -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5666575510824309308?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5666575510824309308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5666575510824309308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5666575510824309308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5666575510824309308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-totally-and-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-1087996923894891172</id><published>2010-02-27T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:45:41.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S4n-O7_APUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3K_bb0UIeuo/s1600-h/24914_337938871580_537601580_4177220_7646330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443161157227527490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S4n-O7_APUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3K_bb0UIeuo/s400/24914_337938871580_537601580_4177220_7646330_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking forward to turning 18 ever since, but when the day really comes i realized i don't feel as excited as i initially was. Probably gotta think twice before carrying out any actions if not i'll have to face dire and grave consequences. I hope i'll become a better person academically and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday night was devastatingly ruined . Afflicted with illness and fell sick on the day of my birthday. Tell me how "fortunate" can i get? Best birthday gift i've ever received huh. Met at town in the night and arrived at Resort Live Band around 11 plus and i left at 1a.m. sharp without having fun at all :-( Absolutely saddening. Sis and i were looking forward to having a blast night, however i had to leave because i was too sick. Was running a temperature, flu and my throat's on fire. Sigh x 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends were still there when i left, hopefully they enjoyed the night! Hahaha, awww and i failed to witness the sight where guys ask Net for her contact. Heard it from sis and i assume it might be quite an amusing moment. Anyway sis, i hope we'll get to go again next week since yesterday we didn't have fun at all :-( Apologies for disappointing you since we held high hopes the night before and yet the night ended badly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-1087996923894891172?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/1087996923894891172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=1087996923894891172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1087996923894891172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1087996923894891172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-birthday-night-was-devastatingly.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S4n-O7_APUI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3K_bb0UIeuo/s72-c/24914_337938871580_537601580_4177220_7646330_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6872979784447410867</id><published>2010-02-26T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T06:26:30.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesss i'll be turning legal in like another 26 more hours to go? :D Shall conk out earlier in my slumber land tonight. Like a daily routine, school's pretty mundane and i realized i've been bubbling a lot these days hahaha which is a positive sign and yeah surprisingly i do enjoy being with my classmates in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather you conduct in beneficial activities than to go around chasing skirts which leads you to nowhere but in turn brings about scornful amusement. You know how lamentable it is to be in such a state? Hmm doubt you even understand a word of what i'm trying to bring across to you either. Laugh out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-6872979784447410867?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6872979784447410867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6872979784447410867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6872979784447410867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6872979784447410867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/yesss-ill-be-turning-legal-in-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4907634806663860869</id><published>2010-02-25T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T06:50:30.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disgusting sycophant, constantly boot licking females. Lacking of self integrity leads you nowhere but fawning on parasites. Have you got any idea how sick and turn off i am, by you? Lol, i've repeated for countless of times yet i am still unable to act all nonchalant by your preposterous acts. Ominous fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to Saturday hahaha, sis you don't have to be jealous because turning 18 is not much of a big deal. Just that one will be able to enter clubs legally, however you've already entered most of the clubs so it doesn't have such an adverse effect on you either hehehe :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-4907634806663860869?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4907634806663860869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4907634806663860869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4907634806663860869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4907634806663860869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/disgusting-sycophant-constantly-boot.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-1055087464863434820</id><published>2010-02-24T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T05:30:51.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is confirmed and i'll be celebrating my upcoming b'day this Saturday hehehe. Turning 18 is not much of a big deal, i mean honestly. Tons of people in the world are celebrating their date of birth every single day, probably even at this point in time. The only thing that keeps me in anticipation is that i'll be able to enter clubs legally and not via any underhand methods. If you know what i mean huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in need to go shopping because i'm running out of clothes... like again :-( Ugh, clothes are totally one time usage. Sis we ought to meet for new purchases during one of the weekends! Anyway, my mood hasn't been really good because someone is up to no good again and it chagrined me deeply. Exasperated and any other negative words that you can think of k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye little fuckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-1055087464863434820?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/1055087464863434820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=1055087464863434820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1055087464863434820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1055087464863434820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-is-confirmed-and-ill-be-celebrating.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-1709492916564516876</id><published>2010-02-21T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:59:33.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the weekends have passed in just a blink of an eye. Went slacking from morning till noon while akl and her boyfriend came over for visiting at 1p.m. Went visiting from then onwards, currently updating in my dad's car and at the same time waiting for akl's mother to be home before going over to visit her hahaha. Have i mentioned that i'll be celebrating my birthday with sis this week? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating for Stephenie Meyer's Midnight Sun to be published. Edward's version of twilight seems to be highly raved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-1709492916564516876?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/1709492916564516876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=1709492916564516876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1709492916564516876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1709492916564516876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-weekends-have-passed-in-just-blink.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4954484940652152165</id><published>2010-02-20T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T03:42:15.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday night which is yesterday, was spent at town, Pawena and i were caught in between movie and k-box but we chose the latter instead. Spend hours there and had a great time. Coincidentally met a friend from facebook inside k-box's toilet. That's what you get for living in a red dot huh. Slacked around town for a couple of hours hahaha because we had no places to go in mind. Had private chats with her and felt good about it, brings about better understanding towards one another. Cabbed home around 2a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family's currently out at some restaurant located in Singapore and apparently i'm the only soul who is not present. Dislike family gatherings and my family's quite extended, so imagine the number of people who turn up at the restaurant? Not my kind of thing, really. And as for now, i shall be hunting for some edible stuff to ease my hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning legally 18 next week and i obviously can't wait, hehehe. Will be meeting sis next week for birthday plans :-) Hope it'll be good though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-4954484940652152165?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4954484940652152165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4954484940652152165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4954484940652152165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4954484940652152165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-night-which-is-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4044451474587562057</id><published>2010-02-19T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:05:59.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S35BQ4zvIiI/AAAAAAAAAuI/c6yzL5ygzCU/s1600-h/24041_1351791163630_1496923725_30941083_8380724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439857158293234210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S35BQ4zvIiI/AAAAAAAAAuI/c6yzL5ygzCU/s400/24041_1351791163630_1496923725_30941083_8380724_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha i find the picture that Marcus has tagged in fb looks hilarious, it managed to crack me up though. At Andy's house warming which happened like 3 days ago. Meeting sis at town later in the evening and i'll try to catch some nap first lest i'll be feeling sleepy later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update again when i'm home, so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-4044451474587562057?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4044451474587562057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4044451474587562057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4044451474587562057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4044451474587562057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/hahaha-i-find-picture-that-marcus-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S35BQ4zvIiI/AAAAAAAAAuI/c6yzL5ygzCU/s72-c/24041_1351791163630_1496923725_30941083_8380724_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-2651985175589137082</id><published>2010-02-17T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T06:56:40.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was deprived of sleep, badly and as a result i was feeling especially exhausted in school today, well thank god it ended early though. All of us went to Andy's house warming at Tampines yesterday. It was a good time to bond with my classmates and i guess everyone must have enjoyed. Thereafter we visited Ms koh at her place. Sadly, she owns a pet dog :-( People who know me well will definitely know that i have an aversion towards towards animals because of their fur. Till date, i still have not overcome this fear of mine yet. My new love came to my house at night and we had a good time gossiping with one another hahaha we can't help it, can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks and then you die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-2651985175589137082?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/2651985175589137082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=2651985175589137082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/2651985175589137082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/2651985175589137082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-deprived-of-sleep-badly-as-result.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-8506539552269079826</id><published>2010-02-15T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:48:33.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edward. Bella. Bella. Edward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-8506539552269079826?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/8506539552269079826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=8506539552269079826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8506539552269079826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8506539552269079826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/edward.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6230957583896573483</id><published>2010-02-14T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:17:05.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm fucking hell stranded in some strangers home zzz and blogging with touch diamond. i must emphasize that i am obviously not very happy about it. precisely why i dislike going visiting, putting on a fake mask and constantly smiling. what's worst is that i have to be on my best behaviour. tottally pointless, fml. just give me the red packets and fuck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-6230957583896573483?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6230957583896573483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6230957583896573483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6230957583896573483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6230957583896573483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-fucking-hell-stranded-in-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-2751796696044007740</id><published>2010-02-13T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T07:44:40.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Needless to elaborate further Seoul Garden at town was obviously a blast, i mean because of the great company i had. All of us had a voracious appetite however we didn't consume much food and that was indeed a pity. Due to the oil which was constantly splattering over the grille. Slacked around town till around 11 and we headed home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3Y7EIwIn6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/qXwzy29tIgU/s1600-h/22261_308008046580_537601580_4079233_4472147_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437598542351343522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3Y7EIwIn6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/qXwzy29tIgU/s400/22261_308008046580_537601580_4079233_4472147_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3Y7gXJGkFI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/a4rIilJthXM/s1600-h/22261_308008036580_537601580_4079232_6378062_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437599027250499666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3Y7gXJGkFI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/a4rIilJthXM/s400/22261_308008036580_537601580_4079232_6378062_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3bEjWn-IBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/3YLnreHZD3w/s1600-h/22261_308008196580_537601580_4079246_5992336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437749711744147474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3bEjWn-IBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/3YLnreHZD3w/s400/22261_308008196580_537601580_4079246_5992336_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3bHWoZHSuI/AAAAAAAAAtg/CRZ0JP_mj0A/s1600-h/22261_308008026580_537601580_4079231_6743993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437752791710255842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3bHWoZHSuI/AAAAAAAAAtg/CRZ0JP_mj0A/s400/22261_308008026580_537601580_4079231_6743993_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3bEjWn-IBI/AAAAAAAAAtY/3YLnreHZD3w/s1600-h/22261_308008196580_537601580_4079246_5992336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i dislike reunion dinner and the idea of going visiting doesn't interests me one bit at all, a total waste of my time. I mean, i'd rather drool over my Edward Cullen. At least he wouldn't break my heart, aww. Irresistibly gorgeous, like obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3Y4YJEaE_I/AAAAAAAAAs4/u3K7TusGcow/s1600-h/3503055116_f226ba47bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 355px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437595587498873842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3Y4YJEaE_I/AAAAAAAAAs4/u3K7TusGcow/s400/3503055116_f226ba47bb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3Y4EjBEldI/AAAAAAAAAsw/goaMsfhM1CM/s1600-h/edward-cullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437595250866820562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3Y4EjBEldI/AAAAAAAAAsw/goaMsfhM1CM/s400/edward-cullen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at those charming eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-2751796696044007740?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/2751796696044007740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=2751796696044007740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/2751796696044007740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/2751796696044007740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/needless-to-elaborate-further-seoul.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3Y7EIwIn6I/AAAAAAAAAtI/qXwzy29tIgU/s72-c/22261_308008046580_537601580_4079233_4472147_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4059686433447684974</id><published>2010-02-10T00:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:41:22.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just so you know, i am doing just great without you so quit being so egoistic. Edward Cullen is irresistibly charming and i bet he's like the dream guy of every female, awww. I am so into him, really hahaha. Counting down to 19 days towards my 18th birthday however i don't seem to be fascinated by it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha and you! Could you stop acting and appear to be so hungry for girls &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yeah to be precise, its hungry for sex you mean?)&lt;/span&gt; No amount of words can summarize how disgusted i feel. Its like what we've learnt in biology, a predator hunting for its prey? Eww and i do hope my impression of fellow guys wouldn't be degrading just because of one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going swimming hehehehehe! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-4059686433447684974?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4059686433447684974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4059686433447684974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4059686433447684974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4059686433447684974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-so-you-know-i-am-doing-just-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6377917938694546902</id><published>2010-02-08T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T07:11:04.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3ApB9Q4GkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/t0ExWleJnw0/s1600-h/P080210_09.24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3ApB9Q4GkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/t0ExWleJnw0/s400/P080210_09.24.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435889863838145090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn act sexy only HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3Aox7zAAXI/AAAAAAAAArM/115WfL3JxOk/s1600-h/P08-02-10_20.18%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3Aox7zAAXI/AAAAAAAAArM/115WfL3JxOk/s400/P08-02-10_20.18%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435889588566491506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one confirm damn spastic hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new love came to my house and we did a lot of cheebye things lol. Update soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-6377917938694546902?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6377917938694546902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6377917938694546902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6377917938694546902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6377917938694546902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3ApB9Q4GkI/AAAAAAAAAsk/t0ExWleJnw0/s72-c/P080210_09.24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-9017304934331492534</id><published>2010-02-06T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:44:18.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's been pretty smooth sailing for me. Haha and ironically i have a love-hate relationship for it. Classmates are very friendly and honestly, i kinda enjoy school. Looking forward to school everyday lol. I need to get my hands on more novels because i've finished reading most of the novels at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekends have finally approached and i can sleep in longer. Been moving on slowly, hopefully i'll be able to forget that person asap. Filled with disappointment when i got to know certain stuff that he's been doing lately. Oh well but that's his life, not mine so i can't interfere any longer. Yesterday was quite a bad day, collected my cheque and i'll not be working there anymore. This is my last chance to concentrate on my studies. I enjoy nightlife however i'm not sure if this will affect my studies or not, i doubt i'll be able to balance it well ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to shower and will be heading to town later! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to be involved with them. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hugh Elliott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-9017304934331492534?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/9017304934331492534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=9017304934331492534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/9017304934331492534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/9017304934331492534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/02/schools-been-pretty-smooth-sailing-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6567747474759977249</id><published>2010-01-31T04:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:52:27.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally met up with Sis after so long for drinking session, her friend Serene  came along as well. Hit v3 and drank there. Full house around midnight and went to Rebel after that. Finally, the last club was at Arena. II swear that the night was good, darn good. It has been so long since i had fun, home around 7a.m. Ps: love grinding sis HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with my mum and bought 15 apparels, i seriously need to buy more clothesxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-6567747474759977249?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6567747474759977249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6567747474759977249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6567747474759977249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6567747474759977249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-met-up-with-sis-after-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5123025641292412596</id><published>2010-01-28T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T01:06:27.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you like kings love queens, like a gay geneticist loves designer jeans, I need you like New Orleans needs a drought, like, Hitler’s father needed to learn to pull out, and, I want you like a lawyer/mathematician wants some kind of proof, and I want you, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt; like JFK wanted a car with a roof. Because, love is taking that dive and then getting really comfortable and peeing in the pool, and, love is real life porn, minus all the stuff that makes porn cool, and, love is a homeless guy, searching for treasure in the middle of the rain, and, finding a bag of gold coins, and, slowly finding out they’re all filled with chocolate, and, even though he’s heart broken he can’t complain because he was hungry in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;[many sad faces]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5123025641292412596?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5123025641292412596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5123025641292412596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5123025641292412596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5123025641292412596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-you-like-kings-love-queens-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6028347416717519098</id><published>2010-01-26T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:15:07.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Money come to momma! Only you can brighten my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time i still miss you. Aww, idk why either. It sucks, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-6028347416717519098?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6028347416717519098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6028347416717519098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6028347416717519098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6028347416717519098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/01/money-come-to-momma-most-of-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-3881816993144184538</id><published>2010-01-23T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:41:49.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world! I am feeling relieved right now, i hope life will be more interesting than usual &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. 1 more week to my pay day. I've told my friends that we'll go drinking next week since last month i didn't keep my promise to them. Anyway, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; decided to return back to my books. It is time for me to clear my emotions and lead my life as per normal. Yea, i still like him a lot duh. What's the point of holding on when the other party has made it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;clearly&lt;/span&gt; to you? But after struggling for a long time, i think it is really time for me to think about my future. I've wasted my life for 2 weeks and nearly lost my life for someone. A spendthrift like me will never be satisfied by just earning a thousand odds seriously. Whenever i get my pay, the money wouldn't last me for 2 weeks. I've given thought about it already, if i don't continue on my studies then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; have to work and provided all by myself. I'll make sure i keep my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i have made the right decision this time round. Momma will be glad with my answer i guess. Hopefully people will not label me as an immature kid anymore ): probably the next time round, they'll say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; grown up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;. For now, i'll continue shopping all i fancy and at the same time concentrate on my studies. Who knows i'll get to know some rich guys when i enter poly next year HAHA. Joking only uh. I don't think i'll ever get into a relationship unless i forget that someone. Hopefully we'll still remain friends since you taught me a lot of things about life etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous time, sis was there for me when i broke up with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;andy&lt;/span&gt;. We had loads of fun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; it is kinda sad reminiscing about the past. Haven't met her for nearly half a year, hopefully she's getting on fine with her future husband hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, imma going for a hair cut sheesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-3881816993144184538?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/3881816993144184538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=3881816993144184538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3881816993144184538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3881816993144184538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-world-i-am-feeling-relieved-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-8216017932584169218</id><published>2010-01-22T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:51:02.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, my life has been tilted upside down every since. Gulping down 3 glasses of caffeine has inevitably been a daily routine for me already. I guess that's the only way to keep me awake. Roaming around aimlessly has became my best friend. Purchasing clothes out of impulsiveness is another way to get me back on my feet. Aiya but what's tht point of having an excessive number of clothing when.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save my eye bags please! Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week to collect my pay which obviously spells drinking sessions. Sheesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-8216017932584169218?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/8216017932584169218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=8216017932584169218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8216017932584169218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8216017932584169218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/01/man-my-life-has-been-tilted-upside-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4869561418770518544</id><published>2010-01-19T00:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T01:01:53.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not annice without you. (you know who)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love girls. No longer like guys anymore hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-4869561418770518544?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4869561418770518544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4869561418770518544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4869561418770518544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4869561418770518544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-annice-without-you-you-know-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-8010119841985404185</id><published>2010-01-16T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:42:37.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been 9 days since i last updated. So much has changed during this period of time. Because of my character and my impulsitivity, i ended up losing the love of my life for good. The person who taught me all sorts of part and parcels of life, the guy who is ever so loving. Then, i landed myself into hospital for 3 days causing so much misery to others. Absent for work for 2 weeks and my god forgiving boss still tolerated me. I should consider tendering a resignation letter, because i bring nothing but troubles to the company. When everyone went to collect their results, i was no where in sight and my poor teacher had to even come up to my doorstep to pass my dad my result slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder what kind of person i am. So much has happened, but i have not change a bit at all. I like to dress up nicely to impress people but right now, what's the point of being all so dressy when the love of my life is gone. I have no idea what do i want to do with my life now. To heavily commit suicide again? I want to donate my organs to those people who need it badly. People who deserve to live, people who wants to live but are still struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, staying alive in this world brings nothing but trouble to others..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-8010119841985404185?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/8010119841985404185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=8010119841985404185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8010119841985404185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8010119841985404185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-has-been-9-days-since-i-last-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-736960396028825469</id><published>2010-01-08T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:47:53.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to quit smoking. Really do. I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough. Update when my mood's better kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to love you any longer&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/7694260144841806949-736960396028825469?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/736960396028825469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=736960396028825469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/736960396028825469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/736960396028825469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-quit-smoking.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-109753080064126008</id><published>2010-01-02T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:51:50.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Civil service club for bowling tournament on new year's eve with sg recruiters. I'm sure each and everyone of us enjoyed ourselves to the fullest. 2 games were more than enough to wear us out, definitely a good chance to bond team spirit. Although we failed to win any medals, we still gain experience. Hehe, i hooe the company will organize more of such similar events in time to come. Bbq at night with my extended family and sadly i  did not get to meet darling at all because he was working, aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time with darling and had sakae for dinner. I swear i ate a lot, probably the portion for about 2 people okay. Tomorrow's Sunday and i wonder how will i spend it. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very satisfied with the apparels that i've  received online! :D&lt;br /&gt;Definitely worth every penny and i like it very much. It absolutely feels very different to spend money that you've earned all by yourself, rather than getting it from your folks. Seriously. A sense of satisfaction that can never be explained by ordinary human beings, in mere words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-109753080064126008?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/109753080064126008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=109753080064126008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/109753080064126008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/109753080064126008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/01/civil-service-club-for-bowling.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-9009946972353831999</id><published>2010-01-01T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:46:03.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 2010, may this be a brand new start for everyone be it academically or career wise. I'll do a quick update as soon as i can find time from my schedule. Collected my pay and went on a shopping spree. Hehehe, i swear i  have just revamped my wardrobe. Anyway, i still have a lot more things to do not forgetting my bills to be paid off..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-9009946972353831999?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/9009946972353831999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=9009946972353831999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/9009946972353831999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/9009946972353831999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-do-quick-update-as-soon-as-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4255907761882974810</id><published>2009-12-26T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T05:30:19.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy holy, 2010 will be approaching in another few days time. My oh my, indeed how fast time flies. Thus, this brings about an end to 2009. In my opinion, Christmas for this year was just another mundane routine because there's something wrong with the atmosphere. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, or is it me who expects too much? Anyway to sum it up, i was just lacking of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Christmas-y&lt;/span&gt; mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was bbq at Stanley's crib hehe and his family members were pretty heart warming. Met up with Jared around 12a.m. and our initial plan was to party at Club Alcova. However all tickets were sold out fast despite making reservations with John :( Mood was obviously reduced by half, duh. Saw many familiar faces there as well. Thereafter it was to Boat quay for a mere while and we cabbed back to darling's. Home at 3p.m. the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i seriously can't wait for my pay slip to be banked in! I've made a promise to my close friends about some plans that i've made. Aww, money money faster roll in to mummy please :( I'll spend my pay wisely however first on the list is obviously shopping, duh hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-4255907761882974810?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4255907761882974810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4255907761882974810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4255907761882974810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4255907761882974810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/12/holy-holy-2010-will-be-approaching-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5111227697958015838</id><published>2009-12-24T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:26:54.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo yo yo, Happy Christmas in advance! I'm still alive and kicking just that I've not been updating for a long time due to reasons of course. Simply too busy at work and by the time i reach home, it is about 8 plus coming to 9p.m. So tell me, where do i find time to update hehe. And the worst thing is, whenever i want to come online my internet connection will be down. Damn slow i tell you, i ended up getting pissed so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i would like to emphasize that i really enjoy working in this current company. We had a Christmas and gift exchange celebration today and i really had a hell of a time there. I'll be resting for 3 days up till Monday haha. There'll be an event held on the 31th Dec for all staff and i'm looking forward to it with much enthusiasm followed by 2nd Jan, my manager has invited all of us to her house warming. Life has indeed been more fulfilling not to mention more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be meeting darling and my friends for Christmas tonight and i hope nothing will go wrong. Love all the people in this world, happy happy Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5111227697958015838?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5111227697958015838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5111227697958015838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5111227697958015838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5111227697958015838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-yo-yo-happy-christmas-in-advance-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-2427641551695227589</id><published>2009-12-14T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:31:52.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Knnbpcb&lt;/span&gt;. I just found out something that really irks me okay. Cb &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sial&lt;/span&gt;, why are all guys of the same breed huh. I really don't understand and probably never ever will in this lifetime. So what's up with adding an endless number of girls in various social networks? To know and socialise with more girls? Okay, i hope god will grant me my wish and allow me to be born as a guy in my next life so i can know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; exactly are all guys thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such a dramatic scenario, the girls are always the one being labelled as the innocent victims because they have got no idea about what the fuck is transpiring. Boys, boys, boys. You should jolly well squeeze your penis as hard as you can with all your might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my weekends with darling. In return, i found out something very gross. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have spent 5 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; updating my space with a new post because i seriously cannot curb my anger any longer. I so want to hurl vulgarities in my office right now but i can't, duh. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Knnbpcb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-2427641551695227589?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/2427641551695227589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=2427641551695227589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/2427641551695227589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/2427641551695227589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/12/fuck-knnbpcb.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-8071912411093581907</id><published>2009-12-11T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:56:39.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back home from work and i'm glad that i do not have to attend work during the weekends. Finally, i can sleep in and need not wake up at such an early hour! Well, i have been waking up as early as either 7 or 8 in the morning just for my interviews as well as my job for the past one week. I can put my heart at ease because my colleagues are really helpful and outgoing people. But i still can't help but to feel shy at times.  Anyway, i shall describe today as a busy day because i was rushing to complete everything before 6p.m. Imagine yourself typing 99 different kinds of job applications. Not forgetting to edit certain errors before submitting in. Halfway through, i even had the cheek to doze off, omg. It wasn't intentional, probably because i was too sleepy i guess. I was looking forward to 6p.m and knocked off on the dot. Bought dinner for darling again, i think he'll be busy working as today is a Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a Saturday and i have no plans for the time being. I want to meet darling ley but is he willing to meet me? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will turn for the better and i really do hope that we'll stop quarreling. He said that i'm a bad girlfriend and i think i am one :( I have promised him that i'll change, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-8071912411093581907?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/8071912411093581907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=8071912411093581907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8071912411093581907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8071912411093581907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-back-home-from-work-and-im-glad.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5436373574078709194</id><published>2009-12-10T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:26:55.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of work wasn't as bad as what i initially thought. In fact, i like working as a telemarketer because of the environment. Hehe, i prefer office based jobs. Well, the working hour starts from 10a.m. to 6p.m. Did data entry and made amendments to the company's official website for the entire day. Discreetly logged in to facebook after i have completed my tasks. I was assigned to a personal desk, telephone and a computer. My colleagues were pretty outgoing and we had lunch together. Quite an awkward moment because of them are older than i am. I'm afraid that i'll not be able to catch up with the pace as all of them were very eloquent in the way they speak. Quite pressurized by the atmosphere there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my work has ended, bought dinner for darling as requested. I hope we will not quarrel anymore. I admit that everything i have done yesterday were my wrongdoings. As promised i won't let history repeat itself again okay? Love you very much, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5436373574078709194?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5436373574078709194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5436373574078709194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5436373574078709194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5436373574078709194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-day-of-work-wasnt-as-bad-as-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-8086961100055179269</id><published>2009-12-08T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:31:37.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from various interviews today. I'm feeling very tired and that's for sure because i have been waking up early these days just to prepare myself for the interview haha but i was still late for a slight while. Akl and i went for the interview for the role of beauty products / cosmetics. I must admit that i was quite turned off. Reason being very simple, they expect us to literally slap layers and layers of foundation on our faces and apply make up starting from eyeliner, eyeshadow, lip gloss etc every on a daily basis. Like what's the point seriously? Formal dressing is definitely not a problem. Wearing of heels might pose quite a problem to me because i'm not very comfortable with it. The consultant commented that i was very short as well. My oh my, hurt my fragile heart only :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my darling dinner in the evening and it totally slipped my mind that he is not able to consume beef :( Poor thing, i'll bear that in mind from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lids are shutting. Gotta shower soon and cover the sheets over me soon! Interviewing for the role of telemarketer tomorrow morning AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-8086961100055179269?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/8086961100055179269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=8086961100055179269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8086961100055179269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8086961100055179269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-various-interviews-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-818521623528220587</id><published>2009-12-08T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:58:13.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell. I'm exasperated. There's a fucking renovation going on and the loud noises they created woke me up from my sleep at 9.45a.m. I swear i'm going berserk anytime. Can even feel the vibrations with my feet rooted to the groud. Imagine yourself being woken up at such an unearthly hour _|_ I'm a homely person because of the tranquility. However the noises made me feel like running away from my home. Fuck, now i cannot even hear darling clearly on the phone. Goodness gracious, save meee :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlings' psp is officially prioritizing over me and i hate it :(&lt;br /&gt;He keeps playing games every now and then! What can i do? They say an electronic gadget always stand in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-818521623528220587?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/818521623528220587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=818521623528220587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/818521623528220587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/818521623528220587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/12/hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-8884932353886757967</id><published>2009-12-07T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T02:05:30.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interview for today was an eye opener although we had to get up early. Went to meet my dearest after that. I sent him to work and went home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annice is going on a shopping galore with akl this coming Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead beat already and needs to sleep zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-8884932353886757967?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/8884932353886757967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=8884932353886757967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8884932353886757967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8884932353886757967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/12/interview-for-today-was-eye-opener.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5682799941282053859</id><published>2009-12-04T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:23:26.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday was an eventful day and why is that so. Reason is because akl and i went to haji lane and bought pretty apparels hehe. On a sad note, i unknowillingly lost my pc bottle cap at the yumz food outlet. Ain't sure whether it is a trick or a treat? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Job interview today was an unfortunate mishap, aww. It was stated clearly that our job scope is to be a telemarketer and may i pose a for question you. What is the exact definition a a telemarketer? To be exact, it is the business or practice of marketing goods or services by telephone. The end result? We were being cheated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(well in a sense). Obviously unhappy duh, like who wouldn't? The consultants were practically coercing us to sign the contract. Not to mention that she is pretty obnoxious as well. Worst still, they misspelled " laze around " as "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; lace&lt;/span&gt; around " under the section of terms and conditions. Wow, i wonder if this is the new revolution of Vocabulary anyway. All of us have an aversion of working at Singtel. Mediocre salary and long working hours. Hmm, i would also like to emphasize that we are absolutely not some general workers. Okay, my hands are getting numb from all the typing of resume and what not. So till then~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--//&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;!--EOF_DEF--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5682799941282053859?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5682799941282053859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5682799941282053859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5682799941282053859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5682799941282053859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-was-eventful-day-and-why-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-3679440736651997305</id><published>2009-12-01T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T05:14:50.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am so pissed now, seriously. For the 999 times, please please please stop asking me things when you have already decided about it, okay. It is very irritating and it doesn't make any sense either.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;" Tomorrow i'll be waking up early for my bike's theory lesson. Can i go? "&lt;/span&gt; How and what the fuck do you want me to reply you? Can i even reject you and say no to it? -.- Answer is obviously no, then? Why bother asking further? If you were to put it in this way and say&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" Can i go for my bike's theory lesson tomorrow? " If you dislike it or say no then i won't go."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I tell you, it sounds so much nicer. Aiya, however what's the point of me ranting so much here? It won't have any difference or cause any impact on you what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times and in many occasions, you will only INFORM me about the things that you have decided on, or rather you will only inform me that you're going to this place or that place. Never once have you asked me for permission at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blanks: So what exactly am i to you ____?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a text message from joy in the morning. Hopefully the old 4/6 clique will all get to meet up for Christmas dinner. Max max love ♥  Haven't seen you guys since primary 6 until now. Seriously can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots, Christmas is approaching in another 24 more days. How cool is that. I love exchanging presents etc. How about you? Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-3679440736651997305?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/3679440736651997305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=3679440736651997305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3679440736651997305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3679440736651997305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/received-text-message-from-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-10774541488161234</id><published>2009-11-29T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T06:40:21.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SxKCrPS8K6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/aJBwHThYRVY/s1600/a-blair-and-serena-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SxKCrPS8K6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/aJBwHThYRVY/s400/a-blair-and-serena-picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409529781777345442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SxKCnRaG2UI/AAAAAAAAAq0/KBHslpwPE7c/s1600/the-amazing-miss-blair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SxKCnRaG2UI/AAAAAAAAAq0/KBHslpwPE7c/s400/the-amazing-miss-blair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409529713624799554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Blair Waldorf. Leighton Meester does such a terrific job and is also so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SxKCDJ-eFaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/2EfS6gEyTFY/s1600/a-sad-nate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SxKCDJ-eFaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/2EfS6gEyTFY/s400/a-sad-nate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409529093154543010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SxKB_7sdQPI/AAAAAAAAAqk/yCxYO5Fvzwc/s1600/half-of-blate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SxKB_7sdQPI/AAAAAAAAAqk/yCxYO5Fvzwc/s400/half-of-blate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409529037781287154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate Archibald - fucking hot &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girl has kept me going all day long so much so  that my bottom is being glued to the seat, aww. Max max love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: Aww i swear i'll love my boyfriend to bits if he ever inherits 10% of Nate's genes. Just 10% will do teehee. Actually i was just joking about that, but i'll certainly love him more if he watches Gossip Girl with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-10774541488161234?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/10774541488161234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=10774541488161234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/10774541488161234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/10774541488161234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-love-blair-waldorf.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SxKCrPS8K6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/aJBwHThYRVY/s72-c/a-blair-and-serena-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-8297668300876923870</id><published>2009-11-28T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T08:08:33.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SxFKxdRB90I/AAAAAAAAAqc/lYZyPD6irXs/s1600/gossip-girl-season-3-cast-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SxFKxdRB90I/AAAAAAAAAqc/lYZyPD6irXs/s400/gossip-girl-season-3-cast-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409186840978782018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 hours a day is certainly insufficient for me to complete watching gossip girl! :(&lt;br /&gt;Too engrossed in it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Dude, I'm Chuck Bass. Even Europeans must know what that means"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-8297668300876923870?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/8297668300876923870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=8297668300876923870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8297668300876923870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8297668300876923870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/24-hours-day-is-certainly-insufficient.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SxFKxdRB90I/AAAAAAAAAqc/lYZyPD6irXs/s72-c/gossip-girl-season-3-cast-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-1169742677370075195</id><published>2009-11-26T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:36:04.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am over the moon after all that shopping. I totally dig the 2 new bags and the 6 pieces of new apparels that i have just purchased. Omg. Today is a good day because i bought many many things seriously. I hope every Thursday will be a worthwhile shopping day :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-1169742677370075195?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/1169742677370075195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=1169742677370075195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1169742677370075195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1169742677370075195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-over-moon-after-all-that-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-316338729740469069</id><published>2009-11-26T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:15:09.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want some food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K bye, off to have my shower and meet my favorite girl later! &lt;/span&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/7694260144841806949-316338729740469069?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/316338729740469069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=316338729740469069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/316338729740469069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/316338729740469069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-hungry-yes-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-7947618671081731375</id><published>2009-11-25T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:25:08.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am always in a jovial mood, now who says i am unhappy? Hehe my oh my, have you got a mental screw loose up there? I hope not eh because it is certainly not a good piece of news if you do. Put it in this way, it would mean that IMH will have an additional patient you know you know lol. Boomz, definitely boomz this one :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots, off to consume my d-o-u-g-h-n-u-t-s and shall raid the sheets!&lt;br /&gt;I am running a temperature :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/Swyu2s8K6YI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZFlFpWLRUTE/s1600/Doughnut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/Swyu2s8K6YI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZFlFpWLRUTE/s400/Doughnut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407889507364825474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-7947618671081731375?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/7947618671081731375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=7947618671081731375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/7947618671081731375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/7947618671081731375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-always-having-jovial-mood-now-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/Swyu2s8K6YI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZFlFpWLRUTE/s72-c/Doughnut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-1186843232302185464</id><published>2009-11-24T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:13:27.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY IN THE WORLD AM I COUGHING OUT BLOOD?!&lt;br /&gt;Holy, is this for real?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-1186843232302185464?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/1186843232302185464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=1186843232302185464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1186843232302185464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1186843232302185464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-in-world-am-i-coughing-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-3085076294334895898</id><published>2009-11-23T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T07:56:08.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo yo yo, i am back from town. I assume the sky loves to play tricks on akl and i. It is because, there will always be a downpour whenever we meet. The same scenario happened last week as well lol. International building for party world hehe. Nice ambiance because the place looks quite sleazy! The aftermath effect is that, my throat is sore :( and i suspect that i'm suffering from fever aww. Oh yea, i think i became a little cranky too. We settled for Ramen Ten as dinner and i find their food portion exceptionally little you know. After 3 hours, i am still feeling famish. Why, why, why! Akl says i am a pig hehe, and i totally agree woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, i will be meeting akl again next week. I hope she'll not wear heels anymore if not she'll tower over me hehe :) Love you &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait and if you are pondering over it, i shall do some clarifications. In reality, i am a bit taller than my akl hehe, it's just that her heels make her look one head taller now. Don't be mistaken ah hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the beat rock,&lt;br /&gt;let the beat rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-3085076294334895898?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/3085076294334895898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=3085076294334895898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3085076294334895898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3085076294334895898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/yo-i-am-back-from-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5782834952655487191</id><published>2009-11-22T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:27:24.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seem to enjoy listening to the soundtracks from Step Up, the first sequel. Hehe, i don't know why either. Anyway, i am leading a very mundane life at the moment. Mmhmm, my life is lacking of entertainment. I eat and sleep like a pig. But thank god, i did not put on any weight at all hehe. Shopping and going out with all my happy tree friends no longer seem to do the job anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. Fml, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man and have i mentioned this before? I kinda regret and still blaming myself for giving up the chance to learn ballet when i was at a young age :( The tutu and the the ballet pumps are being thrust at the back of my cupboard :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i'm very frustrated to bring up the issue on this. Dex always meet his friends every now and then. Yea and i obviously do not like it at all. No amount of whining and complaining will do the trick now. What on earth is this world coming to?! Fuck you x10000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5782834952655487191?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5782834952655487191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5782834952655487191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5782834952655487191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5782834952655487191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-seem-to-enjoy-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-1772468534662401509</id><published>2009-11-19T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T06:09:33.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annice is back home from shopping with many loots! No amount of words can describe my happiness. Akl said that she'll be going to the boutique with me next thursday hehe. We're meeting on Monday and Thursday. Hehe, happy happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, i hate rainy days. It really spoils my mood ya know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-1772468534662401509?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/1772468534662401509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=1772468534662401509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1772468534662401509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1772468534662401509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/annice-is-back-home-from-shopping-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5090673355742950756</id><published>2009-11-19T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:27:49.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interview was pretty smooth sailing. Not as bad as what i thought. On the other hand, it was quite a good learning experience as well. Caught 2012 with dex at iluma. I suppose it can clinch the title of block buster movie for the year. Fantastically filmed and a must-watch movie, simply worth watching for its graphics and human touching line. Featuring the incapacitated human race, when multiple disasters starts to befall on them. Quite a sorry plight when people die in vain in times of catastrophe. Massive wipe out of the human race. No matter where you live, no matter what you believe. One date will unite us all. If 21 December 2012 really approaches, are we all ready to die? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain, go away. Come again another day, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5090673355742950756?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5090673355742950756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5090673355742950756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5090673355742950756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5090673355742950756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/interview-was-pretty-smooth-sailing.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-8242179397073812574</id><published>2009-11-17T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:25:23.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear i'm seriously going to hit the roof. Stop seducing my boyfriend will you! Thank god i went down to his bar today and i witnessed everything with my naked eyes! Still dare to glare at me, you stupid bitch. I'm trying my best not to use vulgarities already. You bloody use your buttocks to bounce at my boyfriend?! I am so angryyyyy!!!!!! I know he very handsome but please stop doing all this, he won't fall for your tricks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-8242179397073812574?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/8242179397073812574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=8242179397073812574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8242179397073812574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8242179397073812574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-swear-im-seriously-going-to-hit-roof.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-384886670340726864</id><published>2009-11-17T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:21:29.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It conveniently slipped out of my mind that i have not updated this space for a couple of days. Hehe, but it is not my fault that i have forgotten about it, okay? Life after O'levels is equivalent to being a lifeless person. Everything i do bores the hell out of me. Time passes very slowly when i stay home to watch dramas. I thought hanging out with my friends will do the job. However i was being proven wrong once again, it seems like i've been to each and every part of Singapore! So much so that i do not feel like stepping out of my crib anymore. Ironic or not? 24 hours a day feels like 48 hours a day, really. So little to do yet so much time -.- On a second note, online shopping is seriously not recommended at all because it literally gets you addicted and at the same time, unknowingly burns your pocket. Just like what i am facing now :( Lost count of what i have bought. Kept buying non stop like as if i've contracted some kind of shopping disease -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i kept flipping the papers to find a decent and proper job to kill time. It beats being a slacker. Last week, i met up with my dearest akl after 10 years lol. On the verge of attaining nirvana already sial. We went to do our hair and had nihon mura buffet hehe. The following day, i went out with my secondary school mates. We headed to paste de waraku for a feast. However all of us seem so awkward with one another. Remember the times when we were still bosom friends who did everything under the sun? Aww, it's such a pity. Hopefully we'll get to meet up soon again and i hope it will not be so awkward this time round hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Dex tomorrow, i guess? Winks. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling i want to catch 2012 in the cinemas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i changed my song to songs sung by Charlene and Kenny Rogers. Very sentimental, meaningful and soothing, my all time favourites. I am sure people will adore it as much as i do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-384886670340726864?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/384886670340726864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=384886670340726864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/384886670340726864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/384886670340726864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-conveniently-slipped-out-of-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6819586907910041404</id><published>2009-11-17T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:32:47.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annice's going for interview now. Hopefully i won't be late!&lt;br /&gt;Dex woke me up teehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-6819586907910041404?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6819586907910041404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6819586907910041404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6819586907910041404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6819586907910041404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/annices-going-for-interview-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4384560303990804230</id><published>2009-11-12T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:05:04.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annice is over the moon because O'levels have officially ended! It is really time to let down my hair and enjoy myself to the fullest till the release of the results. I am very happy about it as i can finally cast my books aside and do not have to worry whether am i able to remember whatever i've memorized and studied, whether do i have the ability to interpret the questions and answer them correctly. However i still feel that i have not put in my very best for this exam and it is something that i'll definitely regret. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, it is time to PLAY HARD and PARTY HARD :D&lt;br /&gt;I want to catch up with all my friends. Regardless of what has happened in the past, let bygones be bygones. Hopefully i'll get to meet you soon!&lt;br /&gt;woots~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-4384560303990804230?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4384560303990804230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4384560303990804230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4384560303990804230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4384560303990804230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/annice-is-over-moon-because-olevels.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5001691544556513690</id><published>2009-11-09T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:16:17.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SveXE1JcHDI/AAAAAAAAAps/zk9zsVlzioA/s1600-h/300px-Moonlight_Resonance.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SveXE1JcHDI/AAAAAAAAAps/zk9zsVlzioA/s400/300px-Moonlight_Resonance.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401952387296140338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching 溏心風暴之家好月圓. Apparently the storyline is more interesting as compared to the first sequel. Hehe, i'll probably finish watching this in a week's time! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5001691544556513690?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5001691544556513690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5001691544556513690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5001691544556513690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5001691544556513690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/currently-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SveXE1JcHDI/AAAAAAAAAps/zk9zsVlzioA/s72-c/300px-Moonlight_Resonance.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5730800012782382477</id><published>2009-11-08T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T00:00:02.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the flea at homeclub yesterday. Bought new clothes and i realise i have a lot of clothes that have not been worn before, yet i kept buying new ones. If otheriwse, my clothes are all just worn once or twice and that's it i'll purchase new ones. 2 of my wardrobes are really on the verge of bursting. I should stop spending money like this, seriously if not Dex's gonna criticise me being a spendthrift again. Hate it ttm -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200 pounds beauty is a tear jerker. So touching :-( But kim ah joong's so pretty! Aww, look at those angelic eyes she has got T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5730800012782382477?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5730800012782382477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5730800012782382477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5730800012782382477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5730800012782382477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-to-flea-at-homeclub-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-3756450451936139236</id><published>2009-11-06T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:44:24.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much to update about since i'm currently sitting for my O's at the moment. In my opinion, the papers this year were easier as compared to the previous years. The questions on ten years series were much harder and but of course more tedious. However, i do not have confident in it since i know i made countless of careless mistakes in almost all the papers. Kinda demoralizing though. I'll endure for another 2 more papers next week and my books will be left to collect dust lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, i have not been meeting Dex either. He's always the one who comes to find me, since he knows that i'm busy. At times, i'll pop down at his work place to send him dinner. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship problems are always troubling but this is probably the obstacle to a real friendship. Hopefully i'll be able to overcome it and catch up with all my friends after my exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-3756450451936139236?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/3756450451936139236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=3756450451936139236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3756450451936139236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3756450451936139236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-much-to-update-about-since-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4403617454210078525</id><published>2009-11-02T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:36:35.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so devastated after what has happened to my mother now. My grandmother succumbed to the same illness 36 years ago and i really hope that history will not repeat itself again. One month ago, i vividly remember that my dad brought up this question to me. He said " Will you ever donate your organs to your mum, should she needs to undergo a transplant one day?" I firmly rejected him and shook my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, if i am tested to be a suitable donor, i will definitely and gladly donate my organ to mommy. Kinship is the only thing that matters the most. Family isn't about whose blood you have. It's about who you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not a good daughter because i have never done anything filial towards my folks. Now that mommy is admitted in the hospital, i suddenly think back and regret all those knnbccb things that i've done towards them. Come on annice, won't all this be a little too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know daddy has been a strong man all this while. Already overtired by his work load, he still has to keep the household clean. Moreover he still has to constantly worry about mommy . Just like a time bomb that will blow up at any moment. But the question is, when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i have changed to a much better person for the past one month, i still feel that i'm not doing my best be it my attitude or academic wise. I feel so disappointed in myself, like as if i have wasted all my youth away doing ridiculous things. I kept pondering and i have been asking myself this question " Exactly when will i wake up and face the reality?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always reflect upon their mistakes when time is running out, people always regret over their misdeeds whenever their closest kin has been strucked with an unfortunate illness. Won't all this be too late? Just like me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 17 years of life, i do not believe in Christ, however this time round i think it is high time that i place my belief in him. I  hope you'll bless mommy. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-4403617454210078525?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4403617454210078525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4403617454210078525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4403617454210078525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4403617454210078525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-so-devastated-after-what-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-3957987980857384367</id><published>2009-11-01T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:53:29.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpHoHJ4DFIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpHoHJ4DFIQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHINGZ! TALK TO MY HAND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF, i swear this really cracked me up inside out.  &lt;br /&gt;Laughed hysterically when Ross tries to control her laughter.&lt;br /&gt;This interview was teh SHINGZ!&lt;br /&gt;Boomz vs Shingz&lt;br /&gt;Trashy, indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04:02 epic ttm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross: It's always cooler when you spell it with the Z.&lt;br /&gt;Ris: (agrees)&lt;br /&gt;Ross: as is 10 years﻿ ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I like this, it's very versatile. Perhaps to a funeral?' To think Ris had the brains, or should I say didn't had the brains, to﻿ see this as a compliment &lt;br /&gt;-.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the BOOMZ&lt;br /&gt;What the SHINGZ -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another video worth watching lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-3957987980857384367?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/3957987980857384367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=3957987980857384367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3957987980857384367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3957987980857384367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-7219353515126142889</id><published>2009-10-27T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:24:47.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Math paper 1 was a breeze. I managed to do most of the sums and i hope i've done them correctly, provided if i did not make any careless mistakes or leave any statement left unread. Will be sitting for paper 2 in another 14 hours and 30 mins time and the war shall begin. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annice had a good conversation with akl on msn :D&lt;br /&gt;She showed me pictures of this particular girl whom is apparently 4 or perhaps 5 times the weight of mine wtf lol. I swear i have never seen someone so humongous in my 17 years of life. I'm serious man, no joke at all. Omfg, Halloween is certainly approaching! Laugh, if you get what i'm referring to. Damn funny, because my mouth was gaping widely when i realized what i have seen is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps: Boyfriend is being a bitch and i don't like it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-7219353515126142889?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/7219353515126142889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=7219353515126142889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/7219353515126142889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/7219353515126142889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/math-paper-1-was-breeze.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4531056084051362817</id><published>2009-10-26T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:51:57.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English paper's quite a breeze today. Comprehension was unexpectedly easy. However i've got not enough time to complete my letter writing. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths paper 1's tomorrow :-(&lt;br /&gt;I swear i'm so stressed up over it. FML once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-4531056084051362817?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4531056084051362817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4531056084051362817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4531056084051362817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4531056084051362817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/maths-paper-1s-tomorrow-i-swear-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-930740138702964780</id><published>2009-10-26T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:54:28.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SuR5imAzkoI/AAAAAAAAAos/RNZaZUqj8eY/s1600-h/Torres+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SuR5imAzkoI/AAAAAAAAAos/RNZaZUqj8eY/s400/Torres+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396571888723137154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Liverpool vs Manchester United 2:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Glory belongs to Liverpool! Torres scored the first goal at 65 minutes so suavely and the second goal was scored at 90 minutes. Liverpool all the way, the night belongs to them!! :D Manchester United can seriously go back home and eat shit zzz! Victory, victory is their name. Good things happen right after 4 consecutive lost matches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SuR6OotcCrI/AAAAAAAAAo0/oJ6bQw9upPU/s1600-h/Torres+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SuR6OotcCrI/AAAAAAAAAo0/oJ6bQw9upPU/s400/Torres+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396572645361453746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 12.20a.m. now and Annice has just finished watching the match and is turning in for the night now. O levels are starting tomorrow! Before i log off, i'll say this. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIVERPOOL HAS INDEED DONE US PROUD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-930740138702964780?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/930740138702964780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=930740138702964780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/930740138702964780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/930740138702964780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/liverpool-vs-manchester-united-20-glory.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SuR5imAzkoI/AAAAAAAAAos/RNZaZUqj8eY/s72-c/Torres+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-530391096622338112</id><published>2009-10-24T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:00:41.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clarke quay for the flea at homeclub to get my item from the gorgeous and friendly blogshop owner. I am so going to purchase more items from her. In the evening, dad drove me down to boyfriend's work place just to deliver him food. Thereafter we went out for family gathering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-530391096622338112?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/530391096622338112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=530391096622338112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/530391096622338112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/530391096622338112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/clarke-quay-for-flea-at-homeclub-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-1812601396894416605</id><published>2009-10-24T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:38:32.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annice has sacrificed a lot for her boyfriend. Hor darling? I'm living in the east area and i traveled all the way down to town just to send dinner to him. He'd better be honoured because this is the first time that i'm doing such a thing. If he doesn't appreciate it, i swear i will never do anymore things for him already :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-1812601396894416605?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/1812601396894416605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=1812601396894416605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1812601396894416605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1812601396894416605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/annice-has-sacrificed-lot-for-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-8124246845933595935</id><published>2009-10-23T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:12:29.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To whom it may concern&lt;/span&gt;: I have to get this out of my chest and i wouldn't care less if you're unhappy with what i've written. Please don't ever attempt to implicate my friend into the incident. I wouldn't say whether it is unfortunate or rather was it even a part of your plot because what you're doing doesn't concern me a single bit at all and i won't even give two hoots about it. Although these days i hardly meet this friend of mine due to my exams, i simply cannot take this lying down or sit back and do nothing when i see my friend being implicated in such a serious offence. To think she even spoke good words on your behalf, yet you turned the table against her? It really makes no sense at all and i cannot imgine how did you summon such courage to carry out such an irresponsible act. 忘恩负义 is the best phrase i can ever think of to describe you. Bear for your own actions and don't drag innocent people into the hot soup with you. Retribution will befall on you sooner or later and i believe that the truth will come to light in a matter of time. Be sure of it and trust my words because what i'm saying is definitely logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To whom it may concern:&lt;/span&gt; I definitely believe that you have got nothing to do with this entire saga. Not because i trust my own judgement, but because i solely have faith that you are a person with good personality and upright character. I know saying so much of these will not help at all because what had happened have already taken place. But there is one thing i want you to take note of is that, many of your friends are concern about you. Particularly one of them who called me last night. It is also my first time witnessing such strong bond and true friendship between the both of you. True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation. Adversity does teach who your real friends are. Ain't it? Rest assured, i am sure many people will believe your words. Things that ought to be said, have all been mentioned. The next thing we'll do is to wait and leave everything to the hands of God because he has become an activity in our consciousness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-8124246845933595935?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/8124246845933595935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=8124246845933595935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8124246845933595935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/8124246845933595935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-whom-it-may-concern-please-dont-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5873198029006626034</id><published>2009-10-22T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T02:40:20.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O level's practical was practically a flip. Disastrous. I'm filled with nothing but disappointment. Surprisingly, the chemistry component was quite easy in my opinion. for the first time in history, i was able to light up the bunsen burner and carry out my experiments on chemical analysis. However, the physics component really made me crack my brain. The readings on the variable resistor were totally screwed up. My coordinates for the graph were all messed up as well! Needless to say about the plotting of my graph, right. Sigh! :-( My classmates said that it's okay since we still have our papers to pull our marks up. How to chill sia. It is a national examination that we're talking about and it takes up 15% of our overall result. Believe it or not, this is the first time that annice is feeling disappointed about it. Practiced mathematics for approximately 3 hours inside the holding room. I swear i was on the verge of developing frost bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;To Sis: Don't worry so much and you have to think positively. Remember what i told you that day? The first 2 weeks are arduous however after that period of time, everything will be fine. I promise you i'll accompany you during that 2 weeks so you won't feel bored. Heh heh, i'm free to go shopping with you for your prom dress too. I'm sure you'll be able to make it through for the entire 2 weeks. Lastly, don't forget our date on 17 nov ah, hair do hair do :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5873198029006626034?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5873198029006626034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5873198029006626034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5873198029006626034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5873198029006626034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-levels-practical-was-practically-flip.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6621597670322205934</id><published>2009-10-21T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:31:06.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Sis, you finally updated your blog! How's the kfc meal yesterday? :D By the way, liverpool lost 3 straight consecutive matches man. Damn sad and so angry! D:&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-6621597670322205934?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6621597670322205934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6621597670322205934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6621597670322205934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6621597670322205934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-3637314066747639333</id><published>2009-10-20T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:13:43.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Piece of shit. You asked me to promise you to stop going for drinking sessions. Yet you yourself broke that promise and went drinking. What the fuck, right? Needless to say, i bet you're back on drugs. Anyway it is pointless to keep blabbering about it. You ought to know how unhappy i am with you now and i can't be bothered with what you're doing anymore. Don't you realized it? I did not even call you or drop you a message because you're not going to listen to what i'm going to say so why i should i even care. It only makes me feel dumb, seriously. From now onwards, please do not question me about my whereabouts etc. Since you want to make things ugly then so be it. I'll make things very ugly for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-3637314066747639333?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/3637314066747639333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=3637314066747639333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3637314066747639333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3637314066747639333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/piece-of-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-2689375525712406577</id><published>2009-10-18T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T07:34:16.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5F74FZfdSJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5F74FZfdSJY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm feeling naughty then I'll wear something rad, and loud, something you know, 'boomz!', something that shouts me" Joke of the day, worst quote that stars has uttered in recent weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_C5uUVB4i8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_C5uUVB4i8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQ1R4w20924&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YQ1R4w20924&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RiSB90l4Krk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RiSB90l4Krk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like to wear rad, yerrow, and maybe bru, because liddat ah, the colour will boomz"~ Just like Ris Low, Phua Chu Kang also wants to be fashionista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunderland vs Liverpool 2:0&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad because liverpool lost okay :-(&lt;br /&gt;Watched the match between man u and bolton and man u won. What crap -.- My boyfriend still laughed at me because liverpool lost lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you still remember today the second month uh. I thought you have clearly forgotten about that. End up, it was me who forgot about it until you told me. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-2689375525712406577?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/2689375525712406577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=2689375525712406577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/2689375525712406577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/2689375525712406577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunderland-vs-liverpool-20-im-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-1152078040799788642</id><published>2009-10-17T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:49:02.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My boyfriend is a son of a gun. There are times when i really hate him to the extremity, there are times when i want to treat him nicer however he took it all for granted. You ought to be condemed in hell and be burnt alive.I have no idea whether will you be reading this. However it doesn't concern me at all. Just so you know, i am actually very furious and mad at you. But you just don't realise it at all and it simply spells pathetic. Don't ever let me find out that you have something up your sleeves. Worst still, if you're attempting to philander behind my back i swear i am so not going to hear your explanation. Please bear in mind the fact that i have already warned you countless times about it. If one day i permanently start to ignore your pussy calls and text messages then you should have some idea about what is going on instead of asking the obvious. Anyway this is the simplified version of what i wanted to type initially. So if you still do not understand what i'm driving at, i'd suggest that you should consider plunging to your death. Go, go because no one will ever stop you :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want others to be hapy, then practice fidelity. If you want others to be unhappy then carry out your acts of infidelity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-1152078040799788642?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/1152078040799788642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=1152078040799788642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1152078040799788642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/1152078040799788642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-boyfriend-is-son-of-gun.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-2226232971566151768</id><published>2009-10-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:17:11.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To Anonymous: Thailand songs can be downloaded from 4shared.com. Hope it answers your question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-2226232971566151768?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/2226232971566151768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=2226232971566151768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/2226232971566151768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/2226232971566151768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-anonymous-thailand-songs-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-3958716871471967476</id><published>2009-10-16T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T05:51:30.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;To anonymous: i have the link for the songs that you want. Simply click on it and you'll be directed to the site. Press on download to save the song. &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/60960477/e9f68422/-_online.html?s=1"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/60960477/e9f68422/-_online.html?s=1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/file/63305400/103ebb2f/01-_-_.html?s=1"&gt;http://www.4shared.com/file/63305400/103ebb2f/01-_-_.html?s=1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;You are not inside my list, why is that so. Okay okay, add me again and i'll send you online. illusion_girl7@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-3958716871471967476?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/3958716871471967476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=3958716871471967476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3958716871471967476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3958716871471967476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-anonymous-you-are-not-inside-my-list.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-7494393731852833147</id><published>2009-10-16T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T05:37:24.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16th October 2009 will always be engraved in everyone's heart. 5 years ago, it has always been my wish to graduate from this school. 5 years later, after i have officially graduated from Hai Sing, my heart is filled with nothing but utmost remorse. If i were to be given another chance, i guess i'll still choose Hai Sing as the school of my choice. Thank you seems to be the only word i have to say to all those who have taught me and i strongly believe that each and every personnel of the school had a hard time inculcating discipline in me. I know i am a very rebellious and notorious student. However until this very day, not a single teacher has given up on me. From the bottom of my heart, i appreciate the every single thing that they have done for me. I really do. The only thing i can show my appreciation towards them is to do well for my O levels. I hereby aplogise for all the unnecessary troubles that i have brought upon the school. No amount of words can describe the strong bonds that was formed in us. Nevertheless, i know all of them meant well for me. Lastly, i would like to express my gratitude to my one and only pure biology teacher Mr Njoo ( I know it has always been your wish for me to pass the subject. This is now the final lap, rest assured i promise you i'll do my very best. I know i am not capable of producing an A for you, however i will obtain at least a pass for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An education isn't how much you have committed to the memory, or even how much you know. It's being difficult to differentiate between what you do know and what you do notknow. And for that, i know that my school has done their very best to what they can do for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;To anonymous: Haha, walao. Come online and i'll send it to you? I have it inside my computer. Otherwise, you can go to http:// www.4shared.com and type the song's name inside the search box. However, the song name has to be in Thai. Maybe you didn't do so, that's why you're unable to download it. By the way, i have some FAQ(s) to ask you about the admission to polytechnic. Come online la :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-7494393731852833147?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/7494393731852833147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=7494393731852833147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/7494393731852833147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/7494393731852833147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-anoynomous-haha-walao.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5105936699447246826</id><published>2009-10-14T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:08:10.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I refer to the recent newspaper incident of Ris Low. Just my two cents worth. I think English Language should not and never be taken lightly. Why so? Reason being very simple. This is Singapore, an English speaking country. English is our common language. In fact, English is now also the first language in many other countries. Should we have poor English speaking ability, how will people from all around the atlas portray us Singaporeans as? I doubt Singaporeans would like the idea of being labelled as a "Singlish Speaking" country. Oh well, every single one of us ought to master the command of English in order not to disgrace our very own country. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know the reason why Singapore men would rather marry women from other countries. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5105936699447246826?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5105936699447246826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5105936699447246826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5105936699447246826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5105936699447246826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-refer-to-recent-newspaper-incident-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-669075171512374401</id><published>2009-10-13T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:28:33.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To: Wei Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i will study hard! It is exactly 13 days to O levels, so time is extremly crucial at this point of time. Thank you for your encouragement :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-669075171512374401?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/669075171512374401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=669075171512374401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/669075171512374401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/669075171512374401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-wei-kim-yes-i-will-study-hard-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4166226929000395255</id><published>2009-10-11T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:02:13.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annice had 3.5 hours of intensive chemistry tuition today. No amount of words can describe how much i have benefited from it. Why have i not develop such zeal towards education in the past? Reminiscing about my past experiences, i can't help but label myself as someone who is brainless. Despite those unrelenting preachings made by my mum, her words of wisdom simply don't get into that minuscule brain of mine. I have my mum to thank for because she has not given up on me even though i have made many recurring mistakes all this while. Besides, i am so glad that i have realized the importance of obtaining good results. This is because, without a decent certificate. It simply gets you nowhere. In short, you'll have difficulties in finding an appropriate job that suits you. I am so sure that it is not one's wish to earn such a scanty income in future, agree? In years to come, the rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer. I do not want to fall under the latter so i guess slogging hard is the only way to relieve myself from poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, i would like to reiterate that i really do miss my friends whom i have not met, for such a long time ):&lt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(namely my sis, akl and my bitch ayu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the  exams, it is really impossible for me to cast my books aside and have fun at this point of time. My genuine apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i definitely have to thank god that my boyfriend has ceased being a nuisance. Haha. On certain occasions, he might get onto my nerves by asking ridiculous questions -.-  There are times when i love him however the times that i hate him can simply be cubed. That's just too bad for him lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: People who are obese should mind their own business rather than poking their bulbous nose into other people's affair which does not concern them at all. Makes sense? Has it ever dawn upon them that they might be able to shed a few pounds should they stop being such a busybody. Well, i guess not. Since the vast amount of fats that clogged up their brains has made them to lose the ability to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To: Pawena says hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so that dnt teacher knows, it is absolutely against the law if she is attempting to bar you from the national exams. Sis, try to reason it out with that bitch. If not at the end of the day, you'll be the one who is at the losing end ley. She doesn't make any sense at all and confirm want to deliberately make things difficult for you. So what if you did not hand in your coursework, you still have all the rights to sit for the paper! Besides, you have already made payment for the exams lor. Arbo ask her reimburse you the money for your losses. Sucha a fat loser is she. See, that is why i detest fat people so much. No doubt that they are certainly the root of all troubles. Lol. Anyway i'm 24 hours late for the greeting but still happy 4th month to you and your boyfriend. How time flies man! :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-4166226929000395255?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4166226929000395255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4166226929000395255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4166226929000395255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4166226929000395255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/annice-had-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6078134509333448286</id><published>2009-10-10T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:27:29.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mum is so going to bring me out for shopping in the evening. Happiness lives within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for today can be described as hectic. Reason being very simple. I attended remediation held in school early in the morning till noon, continue having my private tuition at home and as for now i'll be off to practice mathematics until 6p.m or so. Till then :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-6078134509333448286?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6078134509333448286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6078134509333448286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6078134509333448286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6078134509333448286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mum-is-so-going-to-bring-me-out-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5193484510530597416</id><published>2009-10-09T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:38:11.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh books, books, books. I'm literally buried in textbooks and assessment books. Nonetheless i personally think that it is actually a good thing that books still exist, though they make me feel sleepy at times. However the cure for boredom is curiosity and there is absolutely no cure for curiosity. Kindly imagine yourself living in a world without books, without knowledge, without education and worst still, without intelligence. God, what on earth would be happening to this already pathetic universe? Well you wouldn't want to be surviving in a planet where by you have to speak sense to a fool, do you? To sum if up, knowledge is power. Therefore i'll persevere like how the snail reach the ark and spend my remaining 17 days to start discovering something that i do not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i will really show my utmost appreciation if someone can impart some intelligence to my boyfriend. The next sentence is so basic to the extremity, till the extent that it is unable to be simplified any further BUT god knows why he still doesn't catch what i'm referring to. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm busy and i do not have the time to meet you."&lt;/span&gt; Screams! I should seriously consider committing suicide, fancy speaking to someone who do not understand the common language. Oh wait a minute, i totally forgot that stupidity is forever while ignorance can be fixed. L-o-l. Well, if you have the chance to read the papers and unknowingly realize that someone has committed suicide. You should know the reason behind it. I couldn't agree more that there is nothing worse than aggressive stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To: Pawena says hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha, sure thing. East coast park is just a stone throw away from my house! :-D&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i'm so envious of you because your major exams are officially over. Yet here i am, still struggling hard to mug for my o's :-( So what plans have you got up next? Heh heh heh. I'll meet you next week as promised! Love you. Take care sis, enjoy your long holiday.&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/7694260144841806949-5193484510530597416?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5193484510530597416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5193484510530597416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5193484510530597416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5193484510530597416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-books-books-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5145609093211741333</id><published>2009-10-08T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:34:46.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the very first time in my life, i actually find studying interesting. No joke. I find it blissful when i constantly practice on mathematics, racking my brain and squeezing my brain juice when my answer is incorrect. Mad happy when i attempt questions on the x and y-axis, sin cosine and tangent. I enjoy reading the newspapers and adore essay writing. Albert Einstein's law of physics are the greatest invention ever! I should have studied hard months ago, unlike now. Have you guys ever heard of this saying? Hugging the Buddha's leg at the very last minute. Direct translation from the Chinese version. Now that i have become a bookworm, i find that my life is more fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to 26th October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;To Aloy's&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHA! How can you bear to dislike me :-(&lt;br /&gt;Someone has grown prettier already. When do i have the honour to chance upon your pretty face and highlighted features? :-D I don't want to keep staring at your peektures only lor. Heh heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5145609093211741333?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5145609093211741333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5145609093211741333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5145609093211741333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5145609093211741333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-very-first-time-in-my-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-899167244773546643</id><published>2009-10-06T02:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T04:37:49.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh. I just realise that i have a long list of people whom i abhor and it can actually go on and on. Tadah, and then be published into a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hates people who are annoying! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Do you even understand the meaning of shut up? Just so you know, i am really doubting your level of intelligence)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hates people who are obese &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Hahaha, you look exactly like a hamburger. Not! At the very least a hamburger tastes palatable. Unlike you, who reek of lard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hates people who take things for granted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please, this world doesn't owe you anything. Eat my shit muda bitch -.-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hates people who are self-centered &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The earth will continue to revolve even if you're no longer around)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hates people who are not sincere towards others &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hates people who are absolutely pretentious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Wow, i really wonder when will retribution befall on you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hates people who doesn't have any sense of humour &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(You should seriously just vanish from this universe. Trust me, no one will give a damn about it)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hates people who doesn't understand proper english&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Fuck you, do you even know how to look up in the dictionary?!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hates people who speak in inappropriate english and worse still, think that it is perfectly fine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Bet you scored an F9 for your english. Lol, take that! You totally deserve it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well the sad thing is:&lt;br /&gt;I only love cash &lt;strong&gt;$&lt;/strong&gt;, more cash &lt;strong&gt;$$&lt;/strong&gt; and lots of cash&lt;strong&gt; $$$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Annice has not been meeting pawena and sarene for almost a decade, she hopes that she will be able to see them after her o's. She wants to go for night cycling after her exams too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-899167244773546643?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/899167244773546643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=899167244773546643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/899167244773546643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/899167244773546643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/hate-people-who-are-annoying-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6673648710453835278</id><published>2009-10-05T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:38:19.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Below are some of the pictures taken using omnia. The rest will be uploaded until stanley has tagged me in facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SslwA1KEHrI/AAAAAAAAAoc/UX-ZuA9IBDI/s1600-h/Photo0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388961588697112242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SslwA1KEHrI/AAAAAAAAAoc/UX-ZuA9IBDI/s400/Photo0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SslvhPrax3I/AAAAAAAAAoU/56bnGIlAz8Y/s1600-h/Photo0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388961046060517234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SslvhPrax3I/AAAAAAAAAoU/56bnGIlAz8Y/s400/Photo0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having steamboat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SsluRXh6tXI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b4YAlzZdT8o/s1600-h/Photo0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388959673778615666" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SsluRXh6tXI/AAAAAAAAAoM/b4YAlzZdT8o/s400/Photo0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SslpoKSk0BI/AAAAAAAAAoE/r8Nkx4eICz4/s1600-h/SNC00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388954567803457554" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SslpoKSk0BI/AAAAAAAAAoE/r8Nkx4eICz4/s400/SNC00112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mermaid's suicidal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SslpLDsgjUI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0XRPn-r6V7g/s1600-h/Photo0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388954067816975682" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SslpLDsgjUI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0XRPn-r6V7g/s400/Photo0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/Sslo3HKBJnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ypxT_KlzFsU/s1600-h/Photo0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388953725148669554" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/Sslo3HKBJnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ypxT_KlzFsU/s400/Photo0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pathetic clown who attempt to scare us but apparently, failed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SsloowJk_-I/AAAAAAAAAns/k_EfybGKkB0/s1600-h/Photo0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388953478454640610" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SsloowJk_-I/AAAAAAAAAns/k_EfybGKkB0/s400/Photo0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a look at that creature hiding inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/Sslocf5YA8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/y1soQI3SVw0/s1600-h/Photo0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388953267933283266" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/Sslocf5YA8I/AAAAAAAAAnk/y1soQI3SVw0/s400/Photo0006.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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-6673648710453835278?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6673648710453835278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6673648710453835278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6673648710453835278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6673648710453835278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/having-steamboat-mermaids-suicidal.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/SslwA1KEHrI/AAAAAAAAAoc/UX-ZuA9IBDI/s72-c/Photo0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5002993448543905133</id><published>2009-10-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:38:25.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been offically a week since i last used the computer lol. Pathetic or what. Preoccupied with my workload and studies since o levels are officially commencing in 3 weeks starting from now. Tuition has become my best friend. If i don't start pulling up my socks, then when will i be doing so? Besides that, i have also not been meeting Dex for more than 2 weeks already. Ahh, simply don't have the time to do so. Talking about my busy schedule, sis and i have also not met for a few weeks already. Lol, i am inactive in my web messenger for more than a month already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was mid autumn festival. Dex and i had a huge quarrel so i ended up not contacting him for hours. I've already told him not to ever turn up at my place, or he should at least inform me right? This is basic courtesy. He was downstairs my block and i was actually having a rest. Fucking hell. Totally pissed me off big time. Secondly when i told him that i'll be going out with my friends yesterday, he accused me of meeting them every now and then. Hey, get your facts right before making unfounded accusations at me okay. Even if i always meet my friends, what are you going to about it? Are you saying that i cannot meet my friends just because you're my boyfriend? Please, furthermore i've not met them for 3 weeks already okay. Fuck, i did not go to Bangkok for almost a month also. I don't see anything wrong at all. Cb sial, my blood can totally just boil like the hot soup by just relating back the situation. I don't need a boyfriend who is so inconsiderate about my feelings and a sensitive one at that. I place my friends in the first priority and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting. Well, so i met stanley and his girlfriend, bao bao at vivo around 5.30p.m. We were supposed to meet at 4.30p.m. instead, however i was late so i told them to enter the steamboat restaurant first. Yay and we exchanged mooncakes with one another haha. Great food, perfect ambience and good companionship. Thereafter we made a trip down to Night Safari for the halloween event. Sis and her boyfriend wanted to join us but they were unable to make it in the end. The trail's exciting yet scary. I mean, those characters look surreal and they scare you by appearing behind your back. I'm serious, many people were practically screaming out of their lungs can. Oh, and i even shed tears lolol because i suffered a shock from one of the fugly looking clowns. It was worth every single penny and those who have not visited Night Safari should totally go and experience it. Left the place and went back to jurong east interchange however the train service has ended so we decided to cab home. Dropped the couple off at redhill and i reached home at 1.a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Studying at home does good too. Lol, i kept persuading my mum to buy items from me through blogshops. Cool or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5002993448543905133?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5002993448543905133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5002993448543905133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5002993448543905133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5002993448543905133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-has-been-offically-week-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-9192149881216044621</id><published>2009-09-27T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:02:30.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/Sr8p60tNvuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/H3elR2ulKC8/s1600-h/350px-Forensic_Heroes_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386069769915842274" style="WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/Sr8p60tNvuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/H3elR2ulKC8/s400/350px-Forensic_Heroes_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee hello! Have not been updating for a few days due to my busy schedule. Prelim results suck, bad. When i say its bad, i mean its really bad. Too occupied with my tuition and daily revision hence i've not been going out. I'd prefer to stay at home and watch my hong kong drama - Forensic Heroes 2 instead. Have not been meeting him for more than a week too. Having frequent quarrels with Dex till i'm sick and tired of it. Pathetic ley. Keep quarrelling one, not boring meh? Zzz, retarded siaaal. Can't he give in and understand me better? It really sucks. Please don't make me hate you okay. Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/Sr7j_y8ZjhI/AAAAAAAAAm0/kjU5DVxPw3Q/s1600-h/1_909782003l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385992889528061458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/Sr7j_y8ZjhI/AAAAAAAAAm0/kjU5DVxPw3Q/s400/1_909782003l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;strong&gt;Happy 16th Birthday sis!&lt;/strong&gt; :-D&lt;br /&gt;Sis rang me up yesterday night and asked me out however it was pretty late in the night already thus my mum did not agree to it. I'm sure she understands. Rest assured, i'll make up one belated celebration for you. Hope we'll get to meet up soon for some outings and drinking sessions heh heh heh. I understand that we're both busy now since our major exams are approaching and have to meet our boyf. Once our exams are over, i'm sure we'll a lot of time to meet up. But still, you're not forgotten and never will! You can always ring me up to share problems with each other. Love youuu. Once again, happy birthday! :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-9192149881216044621?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/9192149881216044621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=9192149881216044621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/9192149881216044621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/9192149881216044621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/09/wheee-hello-have-not-been-updating-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/Sr8p60tNvuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/H3elR2ulKC8/s72-c/350px-Forensic_Heroes_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-5530707547849697614</id><published>2009-09-22T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:38:33.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new samsung preston isn't as good as what i've imagined. I bet pixon's way better. Anyway i hope my fingers will be gentle to my new mobile because i tend to be rough on my previous mobile, as a result many scratches have since surfaced on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, guess what? Today's practical was a flipside because i screwed them to the max. We were down for the first shift and many of us thought that we could be dismissed after the paper has ended but we were dead wrong. All of us were being kept in the holding room for a good 3 hours without food at all! Fucking waste of my time can. It was freezing cold like south pole and we had nothing better to do inside. Worst thing was, all of us had to surrender our mobiles from the start of the morning up till 12.30p.m. Gay or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-5530707547849697614?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/5530707547849697614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=5530707547849697614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5530707547849697614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/5530707547849697614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-samsung-preston-isnt-as-good-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-4285363164091935726</id><published>2009-09-19T06:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:49:31.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been 2 weeks since i last went to bangkok. Omg, i really do miss it so much. Sis's birthday next week, hope it'll be a blast ;-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-4285363164091935726?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/4285363164091935726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=4285363164091935726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4285363164091935726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/4285363164091935726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-has-been-2-weeks-since-i-last-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-3965847847484138781</id><published>2009-09-17T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:38:40.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, i assume that my thai singer has already arrived at his hometown now. So sad :-( I miss him so much. Booo! However, he rang me up today morning and that was somehow a pleasant surprise afterall. Well, i hope he's fine and leading a good life from now. He mentioned that he might be coming back to work at golden mile. But who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly boy gave me a surprise yesterday night. Haha, he called me straight after work and told me that he'll be sending me food at my doorstep. I didn't take his words as i thought he might just be pulling my leg. Because it's already quite late in the night. Who knows he really bought me my favourite happy meal and sent it up to my house. Yay, he always makes me happy :-) Mama even scolded me lor. Say i forced him to buy me food then go home all by himself. I swear i didn't lor. I wonder when will i receive my surprise happy meal again. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a trip down to SEAB in the noon. They said they would be looking into my case and review it. Most probably informing me at the end of this month. At the mean time, i guess i can still take my o levels uh. Anyway guess what? I was taking the public transport just now and i witnessed something that i swore was fucking grotesque. Saga goes like this: I was sitting on the priority seat and a middle aged guy was sitting at the opposite. Well, one look at him and you can definitely tell that he's mentally unsound. He was constantly smiling to himself and that already irks me. This is not the worst man. Thereafter, he started digging his bloody nose which in my opinion, i think he ought to cease doing such acts since his nostrils are already huge. Fuck and after digging his wrinkled nostril, he fucking placed his finger into his mouth can. Gross to the max. Omfg, ugly singaporeans. Suffering from starvation till the extent of eating his own nose shit! Bet it's stained with mucus. I have not eaten my lunch at that time and i totally lost all my appetite after witnessing such a scene. I stared hard at him and he bloody raised his eyebrows at me you know a not! Ccb, i nearly lost my ability to gasp for air for almost 60 seconds. Ta dah! You think the saga ends just like that? Hell, NO! He continued scratching his own buttocks and kept putting this sinister smile on his already disfigured face. God knows what was he trying to do exactly! Most probably trying to masturbate himself in public. Goodness gracious, hasn't he got any sense of shame in him? Oh wait, i guess he's being deprived of sex that's why. All in all, his every action simply freaks me out of my wits. Yes, i'm traumatised. I swear that was the worst train ride that i've ever taken in my entire 17 years of lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-3965847847484138781?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/3965847847484138781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=3965847847484138781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3965847847484138781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3965847847484138781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-i-assume-thai-singer-has-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-6517514161106253101</id><published>2009-09-16T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:38:47.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am so sad and disheartened right now. Thai singer told me that he'll be returning back to thailand tomorrow :-( Walao, totally break my heart can. Why so fast go back siaaaal :-( Hopefully after my O's has ended, i'll be able to visit him in his hometown. Ahhhh, sad sad sad. Totally no mood to do anything at all. The worst thing was, he called me during exam and i couldn't answer it at all. Seriously very fucked up and upset :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fuck everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-6517514161106253101?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/6517514161106253101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=6517514161106253101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6517514161106253101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/6517514161106253101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-so-sad-and-disheartened-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7694260144841806949.post-3305506602861069779</id><published>2009-09-13T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T05:38:53.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating since there isn't much to post about. School's up tomorrow and we're continuing on our ongoing prelims. O'levels are like commencing in less than 2 months can. I have a lot more to catch up especially on my Mathematics. Rash hasn't got any better and the thought of it seriously irks me. Pissed like don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dined out with Dex and my family yesterday. All of them were practically pitting themselves against me :-( It seems like as though they've got a lot of common topics to share about and that is not a good thing because they kept speaking ill of me lolol. He says that he would get me a hamster as a pet. I wonder if it's true haha. On a second note, mama praised me of being an obedient kid for the past one week. Reason being, i've willingly chose to stay at home because of the rashes lolol. Ahh, okay i'm bored of updating. Bye :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7694260144841806949-3305506602861069779?l=17-11-2006.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/feeds/3305506602861069779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7694260144841806949&amp;postID=3305506602861069779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3305506602861069779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7694260144841806949/posts/default/3305506602861069779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17-11-2006.blogspot.com/2009/09/havent-been-updating-since-there-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Annice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05065454109754041338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_04sN6amtHHE/S3vUvcx1IaI/AAAAAAAAAto/kXComHDMuAU/S220/gr.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
